I was going through some papers I left in my room and haven't looked at for years to organize them and maybe throw out some old, superfluous material, when I came across a bunch of poetry that I had written when I was in high school and college. A lot of it was cheesy, laughable fluff, but I found one that I think explains me pretty well, to a degree... it's not a masterwork, and I'm not exactly "proud" of it, but I read it and thought "Yup, that's still me (for the most part)." I think I did it as an exercise; something I read in a textbook or was taught in a class, maybe. Here it is:
Normal
What is normal?
I am not normal
I write poetry, after all
I could enjoy a day by a waterfall
I listen to all types of music
The thought of listening to just one makes me sick
I'm not into sports, much less car racing
I'm much more into philosophy and over analyzing
But I do like basketball, that's one exception
And I like trying to hold many perceptions
I am quite a conformist, I see nothing wrong with that
No one's completely individual, that's a fact
I like to give advice
Though I know nothing about life
I love the rain
And sometimes can even enjoy a little pain.
The end.
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About Me
- hijodeganas
- Osaka, Kansai, Japan
- a youthful nomad, occasionally assisting the locals in their quest for second language acquisition, often pondering trivial metaphysical questions, reading books, discussing things of no importance, going on adventures and playing a lot of poker.
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