"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
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 4:36 AM UTC
I am extraordinarily unextraordinary
but the way he looked at me
made me feel
the complete opposite
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
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;
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC
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.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
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.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
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.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
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
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
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.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
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.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
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.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
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.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
*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*
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
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
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
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.
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 11:40 PM UTC