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Nayana Nair Jan 2018
I think a lot,

But seldom write.

I feel incapable of writing.

My thoughts get crystallized

In my mind and refuses

To flow through my pen.

Frozen out of fear.

Knowing that with each word I pen,

I am one step closer to realizing,

That I am ORDINARY.
morseismyjam Jan 2018
The human condition
Is longing to take charge,
To make your own mark.
Make the world better,
Make the world brighter,
Shine in the dark.
But these days it's all I can do
To get out of my bed.
If I were the Chosen One
The good guys would be dead.

I'm mundane.
I'm ordinary,
There's no breaking out of this mold.
I could fight back;
Not take this lying down.
My life's spinning out of control.

The villans condemned
The heroes are sung
Their mem'ry goes on.
I fix up my coffee
I do what they tell me
I'm only a pawn.
I'm much too lazy and unkempt
To find where the action's at.
If I don't go out & find some friends,
I'm gonna die alone with my cats.

I'm mundane.
I'm ordinary.
There's no breaking out of this mold.
I could fight back;
Not take this lying down.
Put a stop to this rigmarole.

They make big discoveries
That become their legacies
Their sign on humanity.
I can't even function
Just living my own life
but I still have vanity.
All I want is to change the world,
to have my name be heard.
There are just so many dreams
But all my plans are blurred...

Because I'm mundane.
I'm ordinary.
There's no breaking out of this mold.
I could fight back;
Not take this lying down.
But I won't escape entropy's pull.

My life's spinning out of control.
Lyrics for a song I'm writing. very punk with lots of guitar.  Instrumental before verse 3. SO MUCH ANGST. Maybe I'll eventually have chords...
Smriti Ranabhat Jan 2018
Her life is pen
It proceeds swiftly without pause option
once marked , ever permanent
No one can erase

Time flirted , she is no more ordinary  girl
Now she dreams poetry in colour
Grasps world in the words
Secrets maunder in heart
Inky thoughts void through fingers
She picked up heart , throw in the sheet
Everything whisper ****** darkness
She fetched happiness in loneliness
Cause she met death before

Gardening a grave with passion
Her search rattles like a pill in bottle
Her wrist drowns in blood of killed poems
Her heart beats just for her darkest desire
A name - " A dead poet "
Her heart just beats for her darkest desire
chloe fleming Jan 2018
I’m sitting in an ordinary coffee shop,
Listening to ordinary people talk **** on their ordinary lives.
How many ordinary men do I have to listen to ***** about their fat wives and their loser kid’s
Before I combust into a million pieces of myself,
I wish I could scream that what you have become is not what you have to stay.
You can still feel hope inside of your heart and spark inside of your soul,
Ignite your flame, feed and grow it.
Nourish the being inside of you telling you to rebel.
Give in to the devil on your shoulder and figure out how to begin again,
Because existence is much more beautiful when it is accompanied by a side of life.
yellow-thoughts Jan 2018
how you ever seen moon shining so bright
that it seem like, it's smiling?

i think it's smiling all the time
but we see it, only the times it's the brightest

because we don't notice the ordinary
..
so don't be ordinary/ normal, be your self..
Gul e Dawoodi Nov 2017
You and I are on the same page
In one way or another, we feel the same
As we see them walking through the corridors with their heads high;
We stand still, deep down our hearts sigh
We look down upon ourselves
feeling like some broken, old decorative pieces, but why?
I wonder if we haven't discovered the universe inside us
Maybe there's so much more than what lies behind;
These cool outfits and daily small talks
Or maybe we really are ordinary, fading in the background
Trying so hard to fit in but still being left out
Aleeza Nov 2017
sometimes
it's better to not be seen
better to hide behind the lights
better to be just another face

but i wonder
if you knew me
would you like me too?
would you like the smile that reached my heart
would you like the way i lit up when it's you here
would you like the way that everything stops for you?

you're used to it
this boy of the stars and the rain and the words
you with a sea of believers behind him
will you really see me?

for i am ordinary
someone you won't know in your lifetime
will i matter the way that you matter to me?

it is however
an honor to be here
to see you even when i'm only part of the thousands that do
to see you where you belong
to know that up there
you can feel every single beat of our hearts
Heavy Hearted Oct 2017
I can cook
I can clean
I can do laundry...

I can draw
I can paint
I can write,

I can play the piano
The gutair
And the harmonica:

I can talk
I can listen
I can learn.
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