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"unextraordinary" poems
Oblivion A whisper in the dark A shout in to the noise A fear of the one who catches my eye Unextraordinary is all I see In the mirror in front of me A breath I cannot take An imperfection in every wake Perfection is not the word for me Neither is infinity With uncertainty as my life Why bother to bring in light? But the more I hide in the dark The more you come with a fire Like a grenade I shall explode I shall destroy As water fills me up I drown those around me I shall not bring you down Not with me into this depth After my darkness you still fight with a light Giving me hope and giving me life A chance to live a dream that is not yours To make me believe in infinity as a choice In the sky I feel my hope Away from here do I feel a prize With you who carries such a great light I feel alive Feeling our connection grow I see your imperfections show Like I am you and you are me In that there is immortality But then your light turns to gray I feel the ache of the pain With every cell lighting up With no one to make it stop The feeling of our infinity going astray I can't help but remember and pray I thought you were the only light But now you have given me a life One to cherish with all my might I can't thank you enough for your time For even in a short time Have you given me a life time I know the stars don't favor our love But you cannot choose to ignore it You cannot choose if you get hurt in this world But you do have a say in who hurts you
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC
The Fault In Our Stars Poem
I am extraordinarily unextraordinary but the way he looked at me made me feel the complete opposite
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
opposite
One day, I'm just an unextraordinary flag girl, The next, I meet a redhead; Who knew that I would soon find my one true love, And why else would I think differently; She came into my world, out of nowhere, But there's not enough said; Maybe I'm wrong, But I am for sure crazy; I wish I would have known her sooner, But she looks pretty cute in her uniform and with her mellophone; I have a short, curvy body, She has big gorgeous green eyes; I'm always sad and depressed, But I can always talk to her through email or cellphone; We both get angry or sad, But I'm the one who sheds the most tears, sometimes wishing I could die; Little gifts that make each other happy. And sometimes say things we find sad; Each day that we spend together, Makes me glad I'm alive; There's not one single day, I wish I was in her arms; And we want to do and say things that mean something good, But as long as we're together, we will continue to strive;
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC
There's Not A Day...
I quite like sitting cross legged barefoot in the passenger seat of my mom's Honda. When the air is humid and warm, summer is rising out of the darkness that encompassed me this winter, and I was so distracted I missed spring. I like hearing the audible gasp in a movie theater or noses sniffling, tissues being exchanged by strangers because for once I know that these people are feeling the same way I am and that I am not alone. I like hearing your quiet snores beside me after we've fought because you did not get mad enough to leave and I'll work it all out tomorrow I promise. I like feeling the kick drum resound in my heart at concerts because I can feel it and it is there and I may have to get away from the crowd but it is still music, it is still passion I am still there. I like when you've just cut your hair and I know you hate it because you must have told me a thousand times how they ******* messed it up and **** you are so angry but I am distracted because I am seeing your eyes for the first time; and they are a jungle and I am tangled up in your branches. I like crying over trivial things like movies and books and the way you looked before you got onto the plane, because that means that I am not caught up in the urge to drag a razor across my skin or all the things that I have held myself back from. I like unfocusing my eyes and clearing my thoughts so all I can hear is music and not drown in my own thoughts for once. I like falling in love with someone I cannot have because the fear of rejection is not there and I can love wholly and completely because he will never know me and this makes me feel content. I like being unextraordinary and leaving no mark on this town except for maybe an empty soda can on the stage of the park and crushed, unlit cigarettes because it will be easier for me to get away and no one will remember me or the way I liked the weird things.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
I Swear I Don't Hate Everything
I quite like sitting cross legged barefoot in the passenger seat of my mom's Honda. When the air is humid and warm, summer is rising out of the darkness that encompassed me this winter, and I was so distracted I missed spring. I like hearing the audible gasp in a movie theater or noses sniffling, tissues being exchanged by strangers because for once I know that these people are feeling the same way I am and that I am not alone. I like hearing your quiet snores beside me after we've fought because you did not get mad enough to leave and I'll work it all out tomorrow I promise. I like feeling the kick drum resound in my heart at concerts because I can feel it and it is there and I may have to get away from the crowd but it is still music, it is still passion I am still there. I like when you've just cut your hair and I know you hate it because you must have told me a thousand times how they ******* messed it up and **** you are so angry but I am distracted because I am seeing your eyes for the first time; and they are a jungle and I am tangled up in your branches. I like crying over trivial things like movies and books and the way you looked before you got onto the plane, because that means that I am not caught up in the urge to drag a razor across my skin or all the things that I have held myself back from. I like unfocusing my eyes and clearing my thoughts so all I can hear is music and not drown in my own thoughts for once. I like falling in love with someone I cannot have because the fear of rejection is not there and I can love wholly and completely because he will never know me and this makes me feel content. I like being unextraordinary and leaving no mark on this town except for maybe an empty soda can on the stage of the park and crushed, unlit cigarettes because it will be easier for me to get away and no one will remember me or the way I liked the weird things.
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I watched the city disappear, then watched it re-emerge from the night sky, dabs of watercolor on a surface gathering pigment I hummed and watched myself shudder and stumble and balk because, (and I want to sit you down and tell you this somber eyes, twisted fingertips) I loved deeply, completely, and I crawled down the steps of letting anything and everything go; I moved on, I moved away, but I lacked the strength to disintegrate the questions pooling in the bottom of my gall bladder "well what if would you..." I was different then, I fell so delightedly! but things did so hurt, time stole the breath from my throat and I soaked my pillows so thoroughly I drowned. I want you to know that, I want you to know that I have had my heart broken violently and softly (and perhaps that was worse) I have loved and I have ****** and I have watched a boy like you fade into the sunset. pacing through the motions: feeling bright, content things are new and better but I'm capturing unextraordinary in all the traps I set for bliss, like a maze I'm losing where all the dead ends say unremarkable and screaming at the walls "start feeling, you **** because I have sweet and loving and caring but I find myself craving the instances I hated when he would spit fire and I would burn bright, because I am a purveyor of highs and lows and I just feel flat.
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
I want to love you, but I can't do it today
The wounded girl repeated old patterns. Shut people out. When they perhaps deserved a chance. She never knew if she'd be ready. Or how'd she know. If only she'd take the leap. Into the void. Instead she chose to hide. Protect herself from what may hurt. Because she could never trust them. And never would. Only to repeat the pattern. Over and over. And lead an unextraordinary life. Illness perhaps, or love we will never know. That woman grew old and alone. Never to have loved again. And died with a broken heart.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Leap Into the Void
I'll admit that I’m not proud of my decisions and I'll admit that I’m also proud of my decisions and I'll tell you that it's always easier to ride a water slide when the water's running and I know that my middle name is rather unextraordinary and that yellow is not a color that looks good on me regardless of the weather and I know that I’m a Pisces even though I bear no resemblance to a fish curving or otherwise and I know that the moon is possibly the most magnificent thing in the sky in the middle of the night and I understand the difference between love and lust and I’ve learned that amends are hard to make but so are almonds and trees do it all the time I know that I’m only human and I’m going to make mistakes but I also know that I’m human and I’m capable of amazing things I know that there are colors in the universe that I’ll never see and I know that the color of my eyes is probably the most profound of those and I understand that love is not an unkind thing and that not everything lovely will belong to me I know the difference between fighting and arguing and I know how to apologize even when my throat is begging me not to I’m a realistic fantast and I know that cynicism isn’t charming no matter how angular your cheekbones are and I know that being the nicest person in the world won’t save everyone and I know that just because I cry doesn’t mean I’ll feel better and I know that cookie dough does indeed fix everything and I learned through trial and error that every yellow light is just a green light playing coy and maybe my wrists are a little small and my bones stick out a little too much and I’m perpetually in a state of winter but I also know that I’ve got thin red lines healing on my skin and a best friend who threw away my razor because I couldn’t bear to do it and I know that I’ve got a grandmother who makes pasta for me every time I come over because she knows I could use the carbs and I’ve got a dog that makes me remember the point of wearing a seat belt and coming home every day and I know that I hurt a lot and I feel things so incredibly fiercely and I know that just because it hurts doesn’t mean I won’t survive after all if I’ve told you anything at all it’s that even in the midst of contemplating ways to die I still find a million reasons to be alive
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
The Silly Poem
I'll admit that I’m not proud of my decisions and I'll admit that I’m also proud of my decisions and I'll tell you that it's always easier to ride a water slide when the water's running and I know that my middle name is rather unextraordinary and that yellow is not a color that looks good on me regardless of the weather and I know that I’m a Pisces even though I bear no resemblance to a fish curving or otherwise and I know that the moon is possibly the most magnificent thing in the sky in the middle of the night and I understand the difference between love and lust and I’ve learned that amends are hard to make but so are almonds and trees do it all the time I know that I’m only human and I’m going to make mistakes but I also know that I’m human and I’m capable of amazing things I know that there are colors in the universe that I’ll never see and I know that the color of my eyes is probably the most profound of those and I understand that love is not an unkind thing and that not everything lovely will belong to me I know the difference between fighting and arguing and I know how to apologize even when my throat is begging me not to I’m a realistic fantast and I know that cynicism isn’t charming no matter how angular your cheekbones are and I know that being the nicest person in the world won’t save everyone and I know that just because I cry doesn’t mean I’ll feel better and I know that cookie dough does indeed fix everything and I learned through trial and error that every yellow light is just a green light playing coy and maybe my wrists are a little small and my bones stick out a little too much and I’m perpetually in a state of winter but I also know that I’ve got thin red lines healing on my skin and a best friend who threw away my razor because I couldn’t bear to do it and I know that I’ve got a grandmother who makes pasta for me every time I come over because she knows I could use the carbs and I’ve got a dog that makes me remember the point of wearing a seat belt and coming home every day and I know that I hurt a lot and I feel things so incredibly fiercely and I know that just because it hurts doesn’t mean I won’t survive after all if I’ve told you anything at all it’s that even in the midst of contemplating ways to die I still find a million reasons to be alive
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when i'm dead, no one will remember the little moments between the big moments. and if no one will remember them, then i'm free to do anything unextraordinary, like walk on benches in the spring sunshine, and talk to the birds and tell them my secrets and smile.
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Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
And Smile
I was looking at my fish today And couldn't help but wonder "Is he lonely?" That's silly, of course, Can fish even get lonely? Sure, he's swimming in that huge tank, Back and forth and back and forth All hours of the day, Entirely by himself, His only company the algae hugging The over sized and over-exaggerated rocks, But can he be lonely? Do fish have thoughts? Does he swim back and forth And back and forth Wondering when the glass will tap And flakes of food Float down from some gleaming world above, With nothing but fish-thoughts Running through his fish brain, Contemplating his existence: Why is he here? As a trophy? As a center piece to give simple aesthetic to the room? Is that all he is? Aesthetic? When he dies, What will be remembered of him Other than being flushed down into the sewers, And replaced by yet another Extremely unextraordinary fish? But still, is he lonely? Surely, as am I, he must be something, Because maybe we are both here just for the aesthetic of being alive, Swimming back and forth And back and forth With of fish thoughts Waiting for nothing more than to be fed.
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Mr. Swimmington
Nothing. That's what he was. Nothing but another person in the crowd. Nothing but a random face in class. Nothing but an unextraordinary writer. Nothing but a boy. He was nothing. Definitely nothing. Until he wasn't.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Nothing
There's nothing more I can hide from you. Only the secrets that are kept between me and God, And the devil of course, That no other soul knows. I assume that you assume things, Just by my past, That could be expected from someone who is...was gay. Secrets of love and *** But that's an expected unextraordinary story that could be told by any teenager of today. You've seen me raw, With an innermost secret I wished to stay hidden. But here I am. No more acting for you, Or being who you want me to be. I'm just me now. You know. Love me or hate me.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Hidden
*get up, get ready, go to classes, go to work, go home, go to bed, repeat. terribly mundane; it hurts to know i live such an unextraordinary life*
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
simpleton shuffle
Why hello there! I want to point something out Ever feel unextraordinary? Cant seem to find Something to set ya apart? Everyone has one thing No matter how minor For instance I can cheer any animal up You can crush a can on your head Or guess thoughts Or know how anyone feels Or come up with a joke on the spot I dont believe everyone is special Because, then no one is But I believe   Everyone is different       We all have a special place in the world
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
That One Thing
I am the butter, left out in a dish, unextraordinary in many regards. Most People don't care, until suddenly they do. Its okay then to spread me thin, stick a knife in me again and again, scrape and smear me, I seep into the cracks, soften the scratchy parts, radiate warmth, Toasty. I'm lovable after all... right? but only for a time, then leave me, until the next use. Take and take till there's nothing left, Savor your bites, It will be the last of me.
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May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 11:40 PM UTC
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