Normal Ordinary, Typical Mediocre, Average, Expected Commonplace, Lacks Courage, One of a Kind, Takes Risks Outstanding, Unconventional, Exceptional Extraordinary, Special Remarkable
Category: Miscellaneous
Made over
Make me over. Self-confident brings morals and values. The foundation of strength, togetherness, and love. You give to others. Readiness you’ll receive. From above.
7 normal is as normal does
I have 6 kids. 3 have autism. 3 are “the normals.” One bangs his hand on the table at mealtime And he screams SCREAMS! He runs around at bedtime Knocking his head to the wall Laughing his butt off. He flaps his hands like he…
Trying Out
Trying Out We stood on the front lawn, a thick mass of grass spread before us like heaven unfurled. It was that beautiful a day, late summer. The day I wanted to be a cheerleader. We started with simple moves, cartwheels, headstands. Our backs…
Normal (Invisible Enemy)
it doesn’t exist yet they persist to insist this the only way
This Life
This Life Troubled but not in despair Puzzled but not in confusion For the Lord is always my desire And He’ll care for my every portion Tempted but not in subjection Tossed around but keeping the light Jesus will give me direction And,…
Mirror
We are made Of Meaning Minerals Mirroring Of these We weave Stories Of admiration Of disdain Of compassion We see ourselves Through Waters rippled surface Glass’s wavering lines Other’s veiled eyes From these refractions We gather Pieces To blend with Our own vision To see …
MIRROR
On the counter Perched and staring Filled with wonder Fixated on the dark pools Eyes wide A reflection gazing back Admiring An endless mirer Falling into itself Into that inner world A Fibonacci Sequence composed of self Spiraling fractals of existence Constellations of being
The Funny Thing about Normal Is…
POEM 07 We all are hoping with eyes closed and whispered prayers, to get back to Normal. This strange, misshapen existence doesn’t fit. It pinches like new shoes and kills us. It takes away our breath and nobody knows from where it sprang. We refuse…
Hour Seven – I Am Not Only the Sad Parts of Me
I once believed I was timeless- That I would last forever in people’s memories Simply because they claimed to find me memorable. I am no longer sure if that’s true. If I were to kill myself, I think the rage might consume my loved…