"unordinary" poems
We once burned witches...
No.
We burned people who were accused
of being witches or practicing witchcraft...
never proven but still burned....
burned alive...
wether or not they were witches
will remain unknown
and why should it
have mattered if they were,
what excuse was that to have
behaved so maliciously hateful and cruel
I will tell you this though
if I had been a witch
or knew any kind of witchcraft
the first thing i would have done
is work out a fire proof charm
perfected an unburnable spell
an I can walk through the fire
and feel a hell of a lot better
after doing so spell
a my blood and bones
burn hotter than the sun spell
a you better get that
little matchstick outta my face spell
before I show you how to burn
THE REAL MONSTERS here spell
the monsters with the lust
to watch flesh turn
to cinder and ash monsters
the monsters who feared
the unordinary who showed
any kind of extraordinary monsters
the monsters of the masses
with crosses that burned
like torches monsters
the monsters who screamed ******
in the name of....
monsters
the monsters who could not see
their own reflection
for the hideous creatures
they were monsters
the same monsters that still live today
on this side of the looking glasses
under our thin skinned social structure
still burning witches
subtly now
with words of disdain
full of pernicious intentions
towards the lost and the lonely
with the cold staring eyes of indifference
and hearts without an once of compassion
towards the homeless and hungry
with the revulsion and abhorrence
towards those who love
the ones they love
the witches being any unordinary
that show any kind of extraordinary
still being feared for their difference
still being hated
reduced to nothing but
pill size suicides
red ribboned wrists
rope neck ties
for feeling too much
pushing too far
flying too high
dancing in cinder to ash
being burned
burned for being alive
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
Knowing that history repeats itself
and to define a fool is also repitition
Theres madness stacked in minds of many on a shelf
mankinds unordinary fatal condition
Our generation is falling
while temporal worldy attainment rises
Technology renewed us into babies, crawling
to the new updated components that buys us
So blend up the world and fit it in your cup
i hope you choke on the faithless future that fuels you
Dont get out of bed dont wake up
when you dont know how to
The spirit of this race was depleted
when the disease of identities was treated
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
~
*Hark!
He knocks.
Time, it's time,
the Kuroi Jukai within me.
Finding an unordinary
drifting off to sleep point,
a hollowed-out spot,
where I can let
God dream for me.
Whistles in the wind,
in lullaby the sky and sea
seem to trade places,
bending around me
as vertical blanketed surges.
My carcass is a colonization (of bones)
for my dearly departed ones,
forbearers of migration,
seeking endless sea,
until like them,
I settle upon
their ancestral shore.*
~
Sep 28, 2021
Sep 28, 2021 at 2:13 PM UTC
Coffee and cigarettes. Barbecues and ball games
An unordinary lifestyle. Is this the aim?
Doing 9 to 5's and friday nights with friends
Eating, being merry, drinking away weekends.
Routine is good. Routine is healthy.
This is the right thing. This is becoming wealthy.
Financial success. A roof over our head.
Three well balanced meals and an inviting bed.
A partner to care for and who cares for you.
So grow up, you dreamer. Get over your post grad blues.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
the ebb and flow
of daily life
becomes routine
we become comfortable
with our jobs
our friends,
our hobbies,
our leisure nights with a cup of tea and the TV
nothing new,
always the same
the sun sets at night
and rises on another day,
night and day
sunset and sunrise
night and day
sunset and sunrise
until the weeks
melt together
the months
fly by
and soon enough
years
of merely being,
merely moving within our comfort zone
are gone
and we have never truly lived,
we have just been
it takes some effort
to put life in our years,
but the satisfaction
of a life well lived
far outweighs
the regret
of never doing
something that scares us,
or makes our heart beat faster,
or opens our eyes to a new feeling, a new viewpoint, a new culture
live unordinary,
take risks,
learn to laugh at your mistakes,
read books,
take flights to places that you cannot pronounce,
meet new people and build worldwide connections,
be thirsty to learn more
and do more
and be more
never give up
on those dreams
that you made as a child
unrealistic is merely a word
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 6:32 AM UTC
Light will give way to darkness, ever challenging for the attention of mere mortals.
The dark will be thick and comforatable. A dim ahi flickers in pō and ka noe. It will be delightful when ke ahi make.
Lā will return and the shade will be the only cool the natives will have.
The gods smile in the background, ever watchful of the dance.
Lono and Pele dance in rythem, while Kūkailimoku kahea with Hi'iaka.
It rains here in Waianae because she loves me, the one from yellow and red. Bird feathers are her drapes of honor and bloodline. The anae will run again as the rivers open because of the ua. Her particular nature revolves around the seasons of unordinary times when plants are fed and coffee is feasted.
I am a drunkard of blood that does not belong to me. She is the one whom I yearn to taste. The blood of Royalty above Royalty.
Please hear my words that I cannot speak of.
He mea iki, Ka ikaikakapu. I am of Oahu and she is of Hawai'i.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
Never have I ever
Met a soul who is more perfectly aligned
With mine
A mind with never
Ending complexity.
Never would I have fathomed
Such a unique bond
Between two minds, intertwined
Wrapped around each other
Infinite times.
Unwanting to unravel
Two vines.
Two seeds planted
Growing from different places find
Each never anticipated
To be brought together
Created
To experience the venture
That life orchestrated.
A mutual understanding
No words
Gazing
Into your herds
Of thoughts Running
From your eyes to my absurd
Mind – reading
Into the eyes of your soul.
The rarity
Of someone like you
Drives my mind to insanity.
Wanting to jump off of the moon
Landing into your arms – inhumanity.
Imagining days spent with you
Makes me relapse.
You just being – you
Are my morphine – body collapses.
You seemed like fiction brewed
By the side effects
Of loving you
Neither of us suspected
This perfect chemistry created by you and I – I and you.
Never have I been so blissful
Could such a human being exist?
Perfectly crafted – abysmal.
Completely convinced
You are my acid
An extraterrestrial experience
Through the collision of our
Unordinary
Bizarre
Zany
Intellectual passion.
Creating a beautiful collision
Of two journeys becoming one.
When what seemed unreal – fiction
Meets reality.
Let us join palms and live merrily
In unison.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
So you told her
So you say
I wonder if you mentioned everything?
You know, the pause between breaths
when our body's ache to *** at the same time?
or how you've had me in all the right places
in unordinary spaces?
Does she know how our hearts blended into
one heart beat so we no longer are two but one?
I wonder if she would be so easy to please if
she really knew I slept in your shirt and played
with myself in your underwear?
From Missionary to your wildest desires back to Missionary?
I think you don't just love me, I think you miss me in ways
she so does not know
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
I love you.
I love you because of the way you love me.
Without exception, without expectation, and without boundary.
The way you know how to be everything good in the world.
I love you because of how extraordinarily unordinary you are.
Without concern, without embarrassment, and without regret.
The way you are never scared to be the wonderful you you are
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
I want you to bleed me thin
I want you to run me ragged
I want you to make me scream until I lose my voice
I want you to make me feel something unordinary
I want to tear my hair out in frustration
I want to throw things and break them
I want you to break down my walls &make; me cry
I want you to stomp my heart out like a cigarette
I want you to beat me until the only thing I cling to is you
Until you're the only poison in my system
Until you've broken all my other nasty habits
&You;'ve established yourself as the only one left
I want you to be integral to me
I want your dominance to push me into submission
Be my Queen, I'll be your Knight of the Cart
Be my Aeneas, I'll be your Dido
Be unchanged by my passion
Be unmoved when I flow on you, around you, in you
I want you to shape the way I sway
I want you to take over all that I am
Establish yourself as my identity
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC
One look at him
And I knew I'd spend
far more time day dreaming
Of the day that he'd be mine.
Than having the chance to speak to him.
Because I knew he was prince charming
And I was unordinary.
-D.G.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
winter froze us solid, solitary
i am no longer by your side
the omen calls.
hoping for something different;
oh, how useless.
unordinary and bold,
the time between us grows.
yes, i am alright without you
okay, i know you're hurt
unforgiven sins lay barren
its all over
all of the evening sunsets
mindbending in their infinity
fear and love
impeccably, are two very different things
never risk where
empathy lies
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
Do not say the first thing first
Or the last thing last
Do not read the book in order
Do not order yourself not to cry
Take the unordinary and claim it extraordinary
Take the take the fabric and rip it until the holes are wider
Than the holes in your circumstance
Or the holes in your heart
Put down the gun and bandage the wound
That was made without firing a shot
Do not shoot the extraordinary thing
Pick it up and tuck it lovingly in your pocket
Or in your brassiere
Sew the heart up without anesthesia
Wind thread around it tightly
And say out loud the last words you would ever say
Under ordinary circumstance
Do not start at the beginning
Do not rip the book and cry over the pages
Bandage the book
Put down the wound
Read the gun
Claim the heart
Sew the pocket
Wind the rip
Fire the cry
Tuck the words
Shoot the thing
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
Allowance of difference transforms not entirety, but perhaps enough. We are cast all over the place. By chance some grow. Seeds of diversity bloom without genetic precursors. Hybrid’s forerunning amalgamations were somewhere in time not as pure. Half-bred mongrel dogs the same. Romulus and Remus suckle a wolf-bitch surrogate. Even after hardships and trials together, turn on each other. Conditioning may not change what is inheriting, but has its influences. Feral children of ancient mythography become heroes of a Rome, who has since seen rise to popes. What injects change into society? Today’s biotechnology gives birth to genetically engineered seed of change. Who bows to New God, by its name Monsanto? Collectively, third-world nations in a final Round-Up. Extermination business as usual.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Her chapel sanctuary
I confessed mine deepest sins
She preordained me in the unordinary
Yea she was the alpha and omega, beginning and the end!!
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
I was at the doctor yesterday and they weighed me
nothing unordinary obviously
but seeing i was just a few pounds less than i thought i would be
brought some sort of strange flutter to my stomach that sat there
for the next few minutes
distracting from the fact
that i was at the doctor
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
Sunrise until sunset
Cooler lands warmed in the hours
As the rays mark the hours.
Each moment defines summer's calendar.
As the day ends and the moon marks the night.
Dreamlands and astral plains take our mind's on a journey
where magic, ficitional, and the impossable are within reach...
We are no longer a heavy mortal who has fallin asleep on the beach.
We are like Peter Pan who never grows old...
We can fly!
To distant areas and becoming involved in unordinary events
Never limited to the covers of a book or how we are taking in
as to how the story teller has told.
We are free in Never Never Land.
So, enjoy your flight and fly free!
Until the alarm clock and the sun mark the waking hours...
You may do as you like...Even posess super powers.
The cool air chills the body, however never the soul.
As it flies through these Dreamy Astral Plains
Until the sun warms the bady to wake.....
You are the untouchable in this land of Astral's Reality Break.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
Xenophile not xenophobic
The strange attraction to
Foreign people or culture
Something or someone new
Unordinary experiences
Different emotions
New everything and
Unusual expressions
I've been introduced to
A different way of living
I'm now attracted to
This kind of loving
So much has changed
Ever since you came
Thanks to you
I'm no longer the same
My fetish isn't generally
For everything foreign or new
My strange attraction is for
Everything about you
You've made experience
Things that I never knew
Everything about you
Is refreshing and new
Your stare, your words
Your laughter, your smile
Your touch, your everything
Turned me into a xenophile
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
-Joelena Saldana
12/4/14
I'm tired of your act, trying to be better.
Just don't!
Since when is anyone better than others.
We are all unique,
every single one of us.
So how are you, or someone else, gonna say who's better and who isn't.
How are you gonna judge another human being who is
completely different,
completely unordinary.
No one is ordinary,
we don't live the life of The Brady Bunch.
We are Misfits,
we are Shameless,
we are Family Guy.
So enough with the act,
different makes every single person
extraordinary,
fun,
interesting,
amazing.
Embrace who you really and truly are.
Don't waste your life trying to be perfect.
This is an imperfect world.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
You were unordinary
Dressed in colors of humility
You were a joyful pariah
You were happy to be.
Extraordinary
Was all they preached to me
I was a life of loss
And I was sad to live.
How is it then
That your spell captured me
That we fell so in love,
That you enchanted me?
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
Theres no compromise with you...
With you,
I thought you were different.
I thought my numbness would dim down into
some type of feeling.
Translate into feelings.
But at first.
I had you.
You were great, enthusiastic,
your thoughts were beautiful and educated.
Unordinary, unique.
Girls didn't really pay you much attention, but I did.
I looked at you
I looked at us with some type of hope.
I knew we would be something, together.
But
Just like the bitter sweet taste of truth,
It comes to light.
You fall in line with the rest of them.
You became repetitive, predictable,
your thoughts were boring and dry
Simple, Ignorant
Girls didn’t really pay you much attention, Neither did I.
I looked at you
With no hope
I knew this would end.
Now I'm reminded so bitterly,
Like a season,
short and temporary,
Things come and go.
Once a beautiful hot summer,
Now a dull a crisp breeze.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC