Outside the box you are separated,
Could be alone and unappreciated.
Not included in the package,
Left behind from the luggage.
The different, the crazy, the weird, or the loony.
‘You don’t belong here’ they may say.
‘You’re not one of us’ they may add.
All because you’re outside the box.
But oh, how lovely it is to be free~
Outside the box of misery.
The box of expectations telling you what you can’t do.
And demanding you to do what they want you to.
A genius or a loser, that’s what you might be,
Outside the box of mediocrity.
You get to choose which side you will be.
A genius or a loser, take your pick.
But still you can move on to find a new box.
It’s great to belong to the place where you wanna be.
~ Melonaide
I’ll make my comment here so that I won’t get in the way in the mood of the poem I made. I tried to make a slightly negative poem urging someone to go towards something positive in the end. Well I hope you like it. It’s not like my other dreamy and happy poems. Have a great day! ~ Mel 😀
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Wonderful, Mel–wonderful, wonderful!! Such an encouragement to be who we are, who God intended us to be.
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Thanks Caddo! 🙂
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Love this so much!! I love marbles. Really smart!
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Thanks! I love marbles, I used to collect them when I was a kid. 😀
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I’m definitely the one wandering outside the box. And that’s right where I like it. 🙂
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LOL nice same here!
It’s fine for me to be outside or inside, as long as I am not at the bottom of that marble box…if you know what I mean. LOL 😀
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Outside the box is a nice place. Inside the box, too!
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Ironically speaking, yes, I agree! LOL
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This is such a lovely lovely poem!
And the illustration is so fitting and cute.
Thanks for sharing and have a wonderful sunday. 🙂
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