i must be jaded... because when i read this topic i laughed. is this really want its come too? we can't think of anything more simulating to talk about than the already universally understood definition of what "we" think of as "normal," and the fact that "we" don't believe in "normal?" everyone is "normal" because everyone is not "normal." its the same as saying everyone is different. which is code for everyone is the same. you're not unique, i'm not unique... their hasn't been a truly unique person in a long time. we are carbon copies, we are reiterations, we are reinterpretations of things that have come before. yes i'm "normal". just as "normal," and not "normal" as you and everyone else in the whole wide world.
cynical, perhaps, but non the less true.

why thank you...
i think its a very nice collection. for something i just made up on the spot.
and just so you know, ive been on mingle for a while...
just never posted before...

I love this stuff don't you.
When you're pissed write poetry, when you're sad write poetry, when you're bored, write some poetry.
I was afraid to write, at first...
Thought I would be judged, because I am young everything I write is labled as angsty teen poerty, and disregaurded.
But I reviewed the poems of those who have posted before.
Well into your thirtys and still you write like a teen.
You know who you are, and it's cool, don't be ashamed.
You gave me the confidence, the reassuance, that even if I did write something depressingly emo, I wouldn't be laughted at.
Not justifiably at least.
Yours is, or can be, just as whiney as mine.
So thanks. Now I feel better. I got to write.
And for some reason, no matter your mood, that always seems to help...

I don't recall the reality.
I live in a dream like state.
Shadows dance about my window.
Voices whisper in my ear.
The feeling of being alive,
has left me.
Laugh, that's all you've can do.

I'd forgotten what it felt like,
the rush of heat and fear.
I'd forgotten what it felt like,
what I was doing here.
I'd remembered when I saw her,
she took my breath away.
I'd remembered when I saw her,
in that moment I wish I could stay.
I'd drempt of her face,
her hands, her laugh, she smile.
I'd drempt of her face,
her voice, her lilt, her style.
I'd thought about her often,
she never left me be.
I'd thought about her often,
about what she ment to me.
I've forgotten what it felt like,
the rush of heat and fear.
I've forgotten what it felt like,
I don't remember her, ever being here.

I could never figure her out,
I have my faults as well.
I tried to open up.
I tried to understand.
I gave up.

She didn't respect my desicions.
She gave me my space.
She just stopped talking to me.
She forgot that she said she loved me.
She gave up.

We left too many thing unsaid.
We should have solved our promblems.
We never were completely faithful.
We didn't share the same views.
We gave up...

I like a straight forward thought.
Don't dance around the truth.

That's our bane though isn't it?
To hide from the light of honesty...

We all do it from time to time.
Allude but never say.

I'm tired of riddling out answers.
Spit it out, or leave.

Right now I’m in the mood for a dream,
its effortless and uplifting.
The social climate has got me down,
chained in the endless tyranny of our own hypocrisy.
Can't you give me a dream?
Something to hold on to when the waters get too high.
I've finished my act,
now it's your turn to wear the mask.
I think I once had a dream,
but it was confused, eaten up by the big ticket movie deals that encompass our lives.
It's all choreographed,
you think and feel and don't realize it’s all been done before.
Right now I'm in the mood for a dream,
I'm just afraid that all dreams are dead.

Them: "Have you heard the word?"
You: "Word up? Yeah, It's a cult word."
Then you close the door and turn up your stereo...