Back To Normal
i will be back to normal,
they keep on saying that
those in white
and green uniforms surrounding
me in this state
of being worn out
like a blown
tire.
(must have been abnormal
for the past years,
how could i not notice that
on my twisted tongue
my boxed face and
languid hands,
whorled bones like
a prison door,)
yes, i tell them
i will be back to normal,
to a place
where i will not
be thinking much
about a birthplace
a mole in the sea
a moon on placid lake
unmoving
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love is hard
What happens when you have to say goodbye
do everything just go back to normal
well i can't do because im already intangled
in the mist of the love i feel for you
is it normal
to fall for a guy who already has one week
one week left to seem me
untill he leaves for college
to go his separate ways
is it normal
for me to cry at his graduation
for me to break down
when i only began to know him
is it normal
for me to be jealous of the thought of future girls
when i know that we cant be together anymore
love is the best and worst thing tha can ever happen
love is hard
is it normal
poem by Jasmine Jorden
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I like to take these unusual characters and then make them as normal as possible, because we all know that the tragedy and the abnormal always hides itself behind the normal.
quote by Isabelle Huppert
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Yes, I remember the barbed wire and the guard towers and the machine guns, but they became part of my normal landscape. What would be abnormal in normal times became my normality in camp.
quote by George Takei
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Libertarians argue that no normal adult has the right to impose choices on other normal adults, except in abnormal circumstances, such as when one person finds another unconscious and administers medical assistance or calls an ambulance.
quote by Tom G. Palmer
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The Ones Considered Once On 'Abnormal' Missions
It wasn't that long ago...
When those who regarded themselves,
Normal...
Would campaign openly against,
Those perceived as strange and individual.
Because those who did not accept,
Their restricted visions...
Were made to feel like lepers.
Who had abnormal missions.
Well, well, well...
Here we are in twenty ten.
And the ones with those 'abnormal' missions...
Seem to be more than quite normal to me.
They were the ones watching their diets and exercising.
Meditating and speaking of a higher consciousness.
And those who once lived self righteous lives,
As they passed their judgements...
While making the 'weird' ones singled out to despise.
Seem today the ones totally crazed.
The ones now wishing to get away from those like themselves.
As the ones considered once on 'abnormal' missions...
Wishing to keep their peace and distance.
With the hope those of high moral 'standards'...
Do not find them to taint!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Angelic Face
Today I saw a young woman
who had such an angelic face.
Unfortunately her body
was twisted and deformed.
A defect of birth
or a crippling disease,
I could not be sure.
What I am sure of was the smile on her face;
it was a mark of courage.
Courage to carry on
and be normal as can be.
Her friends took no notice
of her broken body,
only of her as a person,
which said a lot for them.
To them she was as normal as you and I.
There were no imperfections
that clouded their eyes.
Just friendship deep and pure.
They laughed and joked
just as friends would do.
No one cast a stare
as often people do.
I smiled when she turned my way,
my acceptance of whom she was,
a young woman
with an angelic laughing face.
22 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Returning to South Carolina meant getting a normal job in a normal town with normal people and marrying a normal person. I wanted the glamour and opportunity of the world.
quote by Donna Rice
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Sanity's all about location, location, location.
: : Not so much a poem as a realization..: :
You never know how crazy you are
Until you can step out
And see yourself in a normal light
And once you get used to it,
Go back to the life you once lived
Test how long until you snap.
When taken away from the threat to your sanity,
Your endurance grows weak.
Becoming crazy is a simpler thing,
More threatening than ever before
Your once crazy is merely a joke
Your mind's state now is a death sentence
Once you can escape to the normal nonthreatening light,
Never turn around, never go back.
poem by Something Changing
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My Life
in my room; chamber nowadays nothing; there is no decoration disturb
also voices
and any movement
outside there
in roadway
in office
it is true there is voices
movement and trappings
at nature
but assumed by there no
because us, according to religion
have to control the passion
and habit in the world of we
it obliged is inversed the than normal life
whether us have abnormal
whether life us have to be abnormal
to become normal
listening go order which according to him told to us from God
whether us have to be kept quiet, without passion
and let God move the life
then who is me,
what is the meaning
oy my life.
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Normal military trade is undoubtedly part of the normal State-to-State relations.
S. N. A. F. U.
Now, the industry has got me thinking twice
Thinking with the treble mix, gotta shake em like dice
Let the whole world know I cant go for that
Girls know that I got gold and stacks
In every cul de sac from the streets to the clubs
Im making hits and everybodys showing love
Fact is Im back and Im rolling like jackson
Wont stop until Im back at multi platinum
So I start with some action, Im the main attraction
Here to lie down to the west crackin
Stackin big chips, holmes, gotta get em
Hauling in lots of residuals, what you got
You cant choose me
Bring it to you live for the year 2g
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - you never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - Im all fu_ked up
Yo, ice its jim splice me in - no, stop
Begin, pause, cause I gotta call the next of kin
Tell em where you been, tell em that youre ok
Doa, here say, no way, wont say
Dead yes, dead all, not dead and gone
Like a multi-leader, a little bit withdrawn
Time and go like a vicious cycle
Then wham, make em think that you are coming out like george michael
On par to make people to turn in no sooner
Hook, line, and sinker; like charlie the tuna
Drop the hero and get with the zero
Ill try to keep it clean like mr. belvedere
Fu_k me, fu_k you, fu_k the single
Dont want to take it in the can, youre not pringles
But once you pop you cant stop
So dont interrupt - situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - you never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - Im all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Situation normal all fu_ked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - you never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - Im all fu_ked up
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - you never ever made me
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
Yeah - and Im going crazy
Thought I was a puppet you tried to play me
No - Im all fu_ked up
Round and round we go, where it stops nobody knows
Round and round we go, where it stops nobody knows
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
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The Normal Person
'They taste funny, says the child who doesn't want to take his daily pills.
Am I not functional without them? '
'Yes says his father, who is slightly irritated by his son question.
You will take them.
For they will make you a 'Normal' person.'
'Dad, the boy sequels with utmost curiosity!
What is 'Normal'?
Well son, 'Only where people exhibit similarities can normal exist.',
in admired manner he says.
'How boring', the child slurs with his tongue sticking out of his mouth.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I am very abnormal... But it wasn't very long ago that I wasn't so abnormal. I was very normal and headed for a lifetime of paying medical bills as proof of my normalcy.
quote by Dirk Benedict
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Normal or Prejudice?
Normal is overrated,
People don’t seem to notice;
They are all looking through,
Silhouettes of images.
If you’re against a norm,
Religious or Political;
People around you becomes prejudice,
And speak strong words against you.
If there’s something different,
Physical or character;
They make fun of you,
And call you names.
What normal is to you,
May differ from another;
A lot can’t understand that truth,
Sticking to their stubborn beliefs.
Is this idea I’m talking about,
Normal or prejudice?
Answer this, test yourself,
Maybe you’ll learn something from it.
May 14,2009
poem by James Callos Jordan
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Inferiority
An inferior relic of the past has just emerged,
Harmony has just slipped past, full artifacts are near.
To restate the sentence he displayed is normal,
But inferiority has a notion so abnormal.
Perplex the normal men and women of the wilderness
We see in their eyes, and see in the shoulders.
Blades currently ride on horses forced by the stewards,
And knives are from the land of blood and gore.
Horror is a notion too intricate, a masterful notion
Too sweet for the naked eyes but terrible for the ears.
A relic is crafted from the eyes of the man who is woman,
And women are men now, for the relics are inferior.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Rhymes Stop Here
In this world there are two types,
The normal people and the not so normal,
The normal ones are the ones who wear stripes,
Always dressing as they need to be formal.
The not so normal ones,
Act and dress totally nuts,
Some wear dark makeup by the tons,
Some even get the courage or the guts,
To tell you what is right or not.
I stopped rhyming to tell you,
That even though some are different on the outside,
We are all the same on the inside.
Remember this when you sum up the stupid to bully again.
poem by Hannah Eichenauer
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Behind the Bronze Door
When we were negative three or four
we'd play back behind the heavy bronze door
in white linen dresses and silver shoes
our eyes swirled infinity in blue-green hues
Sunbeams shot out through our skin
while harp and lute softened the din
and there was no such thing as pain
and dreams stayed watered by invisible rain
You'd lead me by your slender hand
to the lake of life with it's daffodil sand
saying 'Stay awhile and if you please,
we'll share ladyfingers and cucumber tea'
Then down to the water with me in tow
to the middle of the lake we'd row and row
where imaginary things chased our innocence
through thick green fog and wispy mists
And frightened I would want to leave
tugging at your pure white linen sleeve
to abandon fate as worry and fear
made me think that 'they' were drawing near
But you would never row away
and by the close of the foray
you'd wrapped them in your wings of love
descending on them like a holy dove
Then soon our make believe would cease
they'd surrender to us in placid peace
And we'd make them our friends forevermore
And we'd all live ever happy
back behind the bronze door
poem by Sara Fielder
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Why Do People Look Back?
they look back because it is important
perhaps something so important was left
there and there is a need to take it back
to make life move on and be normal again
they look back because the past is worth
the simmer, the sound of the past must have
been so lovely to the ears, and recalling
emboldens the weak to become lion-hearted
but i am looking back for some reasons
i left a part of myself in there and here i am
bringing my body without a soul, taking an
arm without my fingers, a chest without a heart.
i must look back because she is there and she
is dying, and i still have other stories to confess, .
because there is still a need for me to be forgiven.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hub Normal
All human
Are not for
Normal...
At mind...
All are hub normal
Today...
Each every human
Mind is not for free...
All are wanted for
Some of wastage
Put in side the mind...
World is not for silient...
With human mind also...
Sounded, murmered,
Much busy...
so...
All human mind are
Hub normal...
Body also some time
Normal...
Many time hub normal...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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We must never regard as normal the regular and casual undermining of our democratic norms and ideals. We must never meekly accept the daily sundering of our country, the personal attacks, the threats against principles, freedoms and institution, the flagrant disregard for truth and decency, the reckless provocations, most often for the pettiest and most personal reasons — reasons having nothing whatsoever to do with the fortunes of the people that we have been elected to serve. None of these appalling features of our current politics should ever be regarded as normal. We must never allow ourselves to lapse into thinking that that is "just the way things are now." If we simply become inured to this condition, thinking that it is just politics as usual, then heaven help us. Without fear of the consequences and without consideration of the rules of what is politically safe or palatable, we must stop pretending that the degradation of our politics and the conduct of some in our executive branch are normal. They are not normal.
quote by Jeff Flake
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