The Weight of Others' Expectations
Son of Man, pause before judgment's seat,
Lest haste consume your soul's retreat.
Do what's right, yet don't waste precious time,
For pleasing all is a futile rhyme.
In seeking validation, you may lose your way,
And those you please will mock you on your final day.
Marry with wisdom, don't borrow to impress,
For pleasing others can lead to financial distress.
You
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Categories:
atypical, earth, education, emotions, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
Atypical Daughter
I knew of your special faces
you wanted to be a cool veux
I knew of your cold kisses
we could go out all night
this would be the warm up act
you'd be a cat with mink coat
with atypical makeup
you're a paen of a daughter
with a beguiling and untamed reputation
i need a candle to unlighten your mystery
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Categories:
atypical, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Axiomatically Atypical
Itypical atypical
let me get this right
so if i write something none have wrote
that would be atypical or if all writers are trying to write
something different would that be typical
oh my head hurts
love licks its way around the corner
man has both legs cut off
wife got half of everything in the divorce
soz things are never the in
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Categories:
atypical, poetry,
Form: Free verse
An Atypical Poet
an atypical poet
an atypical poet
a little of this
a little of that
a dab of daring
a dash of do
super sensitively
hard as nails
the softened heart
of calloused pain
the gentleness
of granite’s grain
worn warrior
of windmill fame
lamplighter
of the darkened mind
the hide and seek
of look and find
the implication
of tongue in cheek
the “I dare you” of
“come take a peek”
follow twisted pen
down crooked lane
from serious
to
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Categories:
atypical, poets, writing,
Form: Free verse
The End (Atypical English Sonnet With Abba Rhyme Scheme)
For months our sun has hovered overhead
To crack the barren earth across its land.
The streams run dry, no summer buds expand,
No desert death has ever been so dead.
No haven safe as place where souls can run
Since truth, in brutal slumber, woke and found
A final fury tightly wound around
Each ember edifice of dying sun.
Malignant flaws turn
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Categories:
atypical, philosophy,
Form: Sonnet