Everyone thinks she's weird
Far too different for comfort.
Her eyes have this
Strange nebulous glow
She has a restless soul
And a mad passionate heart
Her thoughts are crazily
Twisted spools of electricity
She feels so isolated
So alone even in a crowd
She bites her lip
So that they won't see her cry.
But when those dark moods lurk
She switches on the stereo
Locks the door, closes her eyes
Switches off her brain and dances
Her bounding pulse hammers out pain
As she surrenders to the beat.
The drums and the bass are her dance partners,
They are all she needs.
Her body feels weightless
Like there's no pull of gravity.
Sweat mingles with tears of joy
As she dances herself to life.
Her heart matching the rhythm,
A triumphant drumroll.
She twists and turns
Like there's no tomorrow
She dances, she dances
Till she can't anymore
Gasping for breath
Yearning for life
The next day, her haters
Would sneer 'She's so weird',
And she remembers last night
And thinks ' They're so NORMAL!'
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NEPENTHE
PoetryHi there! The word NEPENTHE means anything that induces forgetfulness of sorrow or pain. I, for one, believe that little things like smiles, my mother's comfort food and long walks are the best forms of nepenthe around. These poems celebrate the s...
