Best Abnormal Poems
Presence of the Abnormal
Is a sign to save your life
Presence of the normal
Keeps you out of trouble and strife
It’s a sign to your inner soul
That protects you from being hurt
You just have but one goal
Keep your head out of the dirt
This happens in every life
It’s something that can be beat
Believe in your senses and strive
Then you can walk along the street
Hold your head up high
If it doesn’t feel right
It’s not time to fly
It is the time to stand and fight
For you can get out of this place
Your senses have got you this far
Laugh in adversities silly face
You really don’t need to go in that bar
As a child you had no fear
This is a way of life
As an adult these instincts disappear
You have troubles and plenty of strife
So, trust your mind and stay strong
The bad thoughts will diminish
On this world is where you belong
Your life is not ready to finish
people grow up and live their life
feed their child and the wife
earn the money and enjoy lot
then what happens is they finally die
will you be the same
to earn name and fame
Or have thought of the other game
to give your life for others who are in pain
do whatever you can and never miss
to gain that happiness and ultimate peace
to help poor and needy think from heart
so that others happiness will be your lifes part
we are healthy and we are normal
but should live our life being abnormal
In a sense that u will not live like others
but to hold hands of all and make them brothers.
Normal is normal - it is not abnormal
Right is not wrong - or logic is terminal
Subverting a culture of tolerances and reason,
All tyrannies threaten peace and stability.
Unreasonable tyrants from belligerent minorities
Menace tranquility with total hostility.
Up is not down - orange is not black
Air is not water - opinion is not fact
Using lies to spread a dangerous delusion,
With fascist hate speech - bully invective,
Political spin spreads fear and confusion;
Objective reporting is not politician subjective.
Telling a story is not - telling The Story
Abnormal.
How everyone should be?
But how come that’s not me?
Typical.
14th April 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Antonym
ransack
a god's domain
soundtrack
to a slob's fame
write it complex
so you can read it simple and plain
so let me explain
as you unlock the chains
life is a beautiful fantasy
must face the ugly reality
that I'm insane
remember the man
forget my name
dead beat, square, nerd, loser
I'm a sucker for mental pain
another homeless man on the street
what's the point
I don't even know his name.....
the specimen jar is labeled abnormal
hot oil pops the popcorn kernel
the power of his rhymes
shall reign forever, eternal
graffiti activity
is not always nocturnal
I can see you crystal clear, now that the wind has died down
The unnerving preferential treatment, called silence
Has got my mind all up in a raucous, It’s gnawing at my heart down to the bone,
It breaks me in two, maimed my sense to fight, to live, to strive,…
Have a normal life, if any (without you), be perfect,
??
Guess perfection doesn’t cover it all; it doesn’t have any success stories,
They all just crash down and disappear,
Like a rainbow after a showered day, our love disappeared,
I only got a glimpse of a future, I wanted, something that I needed
But it all was gone way too soon,
Now our love is like a tattered piece of cloth dancing in the wind,
?
These pieces cuts so deep, each time I try to pick up what little is left of my soul,
I guess our love was a ticking time bomb, triggered by each and every touch,
The chemistry our love breathes breaks with each and every burning love,
Each spark exacerbating the ever diminishing lit fuse on my heart,
Love is a dangerous game you get to close,
You burn
I've become worried that being drawn to him, has made him find me somewhere where the lights attracted me an became my friend. It got difficult determining if he fit into my hexagonal world an he did. His edges an dimensions just fit in a way no one elses did.
Our entry point was a desperate tide looking to rise. I stood there inhaling him like my lungs needed air an my heart needed a beat. I've begun falling in love with his orbiting ways. I think his wild nature caused our meeting an he began taking control in my daily life.
These stubborn walls that have demanded his lean have began to shift an adjust to find possibilities to secure myself in his hearts blank space so quickly, I've found a urgency to wield him into my heart without pain.
I heard it was hard
For you to see merit
In things that fell off
While you'd felt weak
What had happened
Has become the past
Who could have judged
The hold it would have
Especially from inside
Doubt ravaged moments
But what was left behind
That thing that endured
And now spun and blurred
On a younger thought
That matured like a spirit
Absorbing smoked wood
To be savoured later
With notes once sung
The reflections hold true
When you stared upward
Just past a Virginian ridge
Through the stone arch
Of a natural bridge
Shared standings and beguiling beginners
Brobdingnagian breeding and brutal babies
False fellows and flumadiddle flair
Well-attended wedding with subpar sageness
Cash corrosive customs control
Plagued positions and phony persona
whimsical world pious properly pegged
Written: April 30, 2023
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Guidelines for Abnormal
Started off with gatherings which were informal;
Then had started checking out what was normal;
Wanted to know,
Blow by blow,
How to establish guidelines for being abnormal.
Jim Horn
Progressive - The doctor who thinks removing the brain from the head is
I’ve found something about myself
As people do as their lives’ pass
But I’m scared of what I’ve discovered
I’m scared that I don’t feel emotions as they do
But only sometimes
Sometimes I feel them just fine
Other times I feel too much or too little
I can watch sad movies and bawl like an infant
I don’t like sad movies
I feel too much
I can get so happy
Feel so much joy and excitement
I don’t know what to do with it all
But
On the opposite side of the scale
I can not care at all
I feel nothing
Nothing but annoyance and irritation
Nothing less than hate
I don’t want to feel like this
I don’t want to hide this
I want to care
I want to be the shoulder they can cry on when they tell me their
problems
Their concerns
Their fears
But I can’t
I feel as though they are bothersome
I feel like I couldn’t care less
I wish they would just shut up!
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I abnormal?
Does this make me less human?
I have yet to find any answers
I don’t think I want the answers anymore
I’m afraid
So afraid to hear the ‘yes’ from their lips
As I do in my head
I don’t like feeling like this
I don’t want to be like this
But does that really change anything?
Does wanting to be different change the fact that I am who I am?
That I am abnormal?
That I am less than human?
I want thee answers
But God, I pray I don’t get them
What can i learn from you?
And if you step in my shoe?
No, that wasnt a typo, I tell you.
I essentially have only one support tool.
Though I do not mean a leg at all.
It's not that I'm too short, or tall.
But if i stand i will still fall,
So let me tell you why I built this inner wall.
Always feeling bullied, always put on display.
Usually feeling hurried, internally to say.
My mind is worried,this repeating play,
It's old, it's annoying, I want it to go away.
Go for it, tell me that it's a fault of my own design
Trust me, I've heard it before, "you always cry and whine"
"I'm tired of your mouth, go away you ugly swine!"
I've heard worse from you myself. And even more from the grape vine
So I've decided. I'm done being formal.
My mind is now one sided. I'm on display at your local mall
And this pain I've bided, Its why I have that inner protective wall
And now I am blinded, Even amidst the absolute abnormal
Common
Quote by Voltaire
To be common is to be normal,
It’s to have the sense to keep your mouth shut
And your smile wide.
To smile is not to smile
For your showing your pearly white teeth
Your actual soul is nowhere to be found,
Is it so abnormal to have a sharp tongue?
To smile with actual joy?
That’s the thing about being common,
It’s no fun at all
Date: 2/1/22
Books people read,Vance:faces,
On plain ones future crime traces;
How does he this a mystery
What is obvious: plain mastery!
Today's suspects later felons
In the act caught with their talons
Isn't this guy paranormal
By spooks sent for The Abnormal,
His orders:to make things normal?
Russia coming for Vance for use,
The World Terrorists for misuse...
US might not want to him lose.