"thingz" poems
"You are one in a million."
- Then you realize
that means there must be
THOUSANDS
Just.
Like.
You.
So you worry,
You fret,
You wonder
What it takes to
stand apart.
Youtrythingsyouwouldnototherwise.
U do thingz you can never 4get;
All just to be
original.
You write and profess
about matters you hardly understand.
You torture yourself
to
s t r e t c h
your limits.
You educate yourself
So to think
Like no one el$e ha$.
You adopt strange habits
In fluctuating,
foreign
accommodations.
Then you
r m e
u l
c b
when it all
slips...
You almost feel
Original.
...away...
You change your name,
Take on a new identity-
One like they've never seen.
Bleach your personality
And sulk behind lifeless, purple hair-
Garishly placed among a black and white world-
While inhaling toxic fantasies
That suffocate-
No, wait, perhaps they liberate-
Those things that make you feel
alive
and unique.
You are the Original.
You are unlike any force ever know. You are the thunder's roar and the wolf's howl.
But you can't shake this ominous feeling:
You've become unoriginal
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
if you truly love me you
will tell me if you dont you
will tell me
i cant speak for you i cant think for
you i cant do anything
what are you waiting for what where
you waiting for tell me that you love me
and let the heavens rejoice let
the pple see the love that they thought
had died still lives what are you waiting for?
many thingz have happen without you
iv told you that things are not the same
what where you waiting for you told me that you would love me forever but just some few weeks ago you didnt know if you loved me or not
if you love me you
will tell me if you dont you
will tell me
you say that you want to fix things but i see no action im not holding you back i dont have a problem with you
if you love me you
will tell me if you dont you
will tell me
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
While we’re renaming things,
can we please rename “United States” to “AAAmerica.”
I know I’m tired of scrolling to the bottom of every pop-down country list.
And ARE we united? Really, even a little?
That awkward moment when you’re already said, “what?” three times,
and you still have no idea what the conversation is about, but you can tell,
by bouncy and eager expressions, that the topic is loaded. Never sit at the end of a table, dining halls get noisy.
Has a song ever been your safe place?
What if it keeps you warm in a storm,
by getting you up and movin’?
Oh, what about the inimitable effect of a handsome guy?
Now, I don’t engage in decorous affections,
but ‘Cute Soccer Guy’ (I’ve mentioned him before),
wakes us up, by just showing up, oh, we play it loose,
and all, but he makes all of our hearts beat a little faster.
P.S. Don’t you love the AI tool that lets us scrub others out of our pix?
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A song for this:
Twiggy Twiggy by [re:jazz]
The Trouble With Boys by Little Eva
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 11:24 AM UTC