"typicals" poems
All these self-inflicted rules
are ripping off your existence,
making you a box, chained up,
in some rusting cage.
Anna, I know people aren't all that pretty.
I won't forget when we sketched mankind.
He was too fat to move, too drunk to talk,
and too proud to back down.
But do you really think you need the rules,
to keep yourself superfucking cool?
I've ****** on your fingers,
I've listened to your secrets,
I promised I wouldn't fall in love with you,
but of late, I decided that was a dumb rule.
Anna, we were made for straight lines.
The circles will only sink us into the ground.
Progression, constant evolution,
patterns and conditioning are for the typicals.
I want halycon evenings,
just talking peaceably under the blanket,
and if we recieve an invitation,
no matter where it's to,
there we'll go.
A collective soul isn't impossible.
It is only reserved for the least
frightened amongst us.
Unchain yourself,
Anna.
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 11:45 AM UTC
Power is with those who hold it,
Regardless if they know it.
Hold a phone that connects
And amplifies your connections.
In the past human typicals only,
Now freed ideas exponential.
Everyone holds some code,
Just waiting to execute.
Five senses we hold,
Emotion not amongst them.
For those non-typical build,
Typicals already have built.
Another sense is here amongst,
Keep clicking, liking and we listen.
An internet non typicals built
Reflect away as you become like us.
Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 7:05 PM UTC