Weirdoes poems on Hello Poetry

Zyanneh Frazier Sep 2015

**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the hopeless girl
With the scars scattered across her skin
And tears going down her cheeks
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the frightened boy
With glasses pushed upon his nose
And school books just ready to learn
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the independent girl
With a very unique flow and attitude
And male clothing covering from head to toe
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the insecure boy
With his lips all glossed up with lip-gloss
And his hand clutched tightly between another boys’
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the outcasts
The Self-harmers,
As if they aren’t already considering it!
To the Nerds,
As if they aren’t already being made fun of!
To the Transgenders,
As if they aren’t already been judged enough!
To the Homosexuals,
As if they haven’t heard it once before!
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the Gays
The Straights
The Geeks,
And the Weirdoes
**** yourself…
Is what they say
To the ones who are misunderstood
And who are scared to even express themselves…
ALL BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU!

By Zyanneh Frazier

#poem #suicidalthoughts #stopbullying #killyourself

H W Erellson May 2014

Meat for Dinner.

What would you like for dinner, Honey?
Pork? Beef? Human?

Ah, I’m never sure about human.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a free range or organic human ever,
Which has always surprised me, seeing as they choose the environment they live in.
Haha, they have the most ridiculous hierarchy of alpha males and leaders,

The psychopathic lead the docile.
I find it hard to eat this animal,
Always in the back of my head are the rumours
That they have a conscience
Somewhere underneath their thin skulls.

And all the controversies,
About it not being quite human meat,
Or being diseased,
Or the weirdoes, with their
“where did humans come from anyway?”

They barely have any meat in them anyway,
Useless animal really.
Sometimes it’s just fat, sometimes just bone.
I don’t like the chances.
Too much risk.

I think I’ll have some foie gras, or maybe some veal.

#god #death #nature #food #blood #conscience #animal #human #cruelty #creation #problem #eat #pointless #evolution #flesh #artificial #meat #cooking

Wikkie Pint Sep 2014

Pale Sky

I want to drive slowly
So that I can see
The sky here's too pale
I almost can't see the clouds

They say "you're one of the weirdoes"
But isn't it in a good way?
Don't you think so?

Once a day is ok
Why take it more?
Why take it slow?
Nothing's the best
But this is good though

If I can drive fast
I won't go down
I'll stay with the cloulds
Won't you be around?

They say "you're nothing but the best"
Yes I believe so

I want to drive away
I want to come back here
And never again

#lost #sky

Zev Jan 2014

Contradictions

To be mute
  Yet to be heard.
    To tremble
but be unafraid.
       To be shy
    Yet voice opinions.
      All these are
     contradictions.
Sadly those people
  who are full of them
are pushed aside
  like a broken toy.
That is a mistake.
  We should listen to
        these people.
    These weirdoes,
        visionaries.
These walking talking
    breathing contradictions.
Take it from
               one
We know what
     we're doing
           We know what
        we say.
          So please just
                 stop
     and listen.
               Listen
                for a day.

Richard Leavesley Jun 2016

Tolerance

For those so narrow minded bigots
here is a small chance
to show us freaks and us weirdoes
a little tolerance.
We are perhaps too strange and too foreign
to fit your world view
and perhaps, perversely, too loving
to tolerate you!

Brandi the Brave Jun 2021

The ****** Always Cares

I know movies start off with a quirky girl. Otherwise known as the Manic Pixie Dream Girl Trope. Not all weirdoes are like that. We weirdoes come in all shapes, sizes, personalities and colors. Guys can be weirdoes too. I know so. This isn't about fixing a boring ***, depressive guy who can't get his **** together. This is about Hollywood wanting to objectify a person with dyed pink or blue hair to make a romantic narrative. This is about calling out Hollywood on it's abusive romantic narratives. You can't follow someone around forever like a puppy with a tight leash; that's called stalking.
You can't quilt someone to love you; that's called emotional abuse.
You can't force someone to kiss you; that's called ****** assault.
You can't act like someone else by stealing their life; that's called identity fraud. You can't lie on your resume; that's called lying. These are the plot holes Hollywood forget. Do better Hollywood.
The ****** Always Cares! Unless you objectify them you are in for a rude awakening.

#dobetterhollywood #noobjectifyingtheweirdoes

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