miércoles, 9 de marzo de 2016

Misfit



TOP DEFINITION
Basically, an individual. In the school social classes of today, a misfit doesn't fit into any one quite right, not even the outcasts, but may have qualities of each one. True misfits usually do not believe they are emo or goth, and they are usually introverts. Misfits tend to follow their own beliefs, and are usually persecuted for it. Misfits tend to be hated for no reason, have few good friends, and are usually intelligent and mature, and sometimes sort of insane and depressed. Misfits tend not to care about their bad social lives, but some do.
That quiet, depressed girl over there is a misfit.
by Zach Dorsett October 04, 2005 // Urban Dictionary


Y de yahoo answers:

What makes a person a "misfit"?


 Best Answer:  A misfit is someone who doesn't fit with the conventional idea of a "normal" person. Misfits are usually very courageous in being willing to think outside the box and be different than those around them in spite of the fact that they are often alienated by the so-called normal people. Misfits challenge conventional thinking and make the world interesting.
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Raine West · 6 years ago


Generally it is when one is surrounded by others who are not like the others in the average measurement of that local community that makes him different and unique from others. Indeed he is an outsider and is as a stranger in a strange land.

Take care.
Uncle Remus 54 · 6 years ago


When he has attitudes, principles or perceptions that don't agree with his family members, working colleagues or with govt and society in general.

He could be lacking in IQ, EQ or those positive qualities that help us to keep friendships strong and lasting. He could resolve such problems by mixing only with people who are positive, unprejudiced, helpful, caring, humble, etc
Dolphin-Bird Lover8-88 · 6 years ago


His 'Fear of Rejection'.
He pulls himself away from every door of acceptance through his own notion that either he doesn't belong there, or they don't belong in his. Too much of pride, or lack of confidence drives one outside every 'place' in a society. Because he fears that he couldn't cope with the norms that could change him around, take his pride away, or bend his towered beliefs, he'd wander on and off, on and off from one ground to another------proud, but lonely.
Eink · 6 years ago


When a person is an antagonist of society and is weaker than society.
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a weird smelly freak with no social skills and an anti-social personality
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Me encantaaaa...... viste, he encntrado una palabra nueva (para mi).
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domingo, 6 de marzo de 2016

useless /no thing to see in the mist.../



Lazy things rolling down
winter afternoon
in the mist
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blue bluish cold
twig pointed in frozen drop
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rainwater castles
surfacing street boarders
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blacky black and blue
hopping pebble
through
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idle drops swinging in the air
dance in twilight flow
/rosemary and vine/
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grey sky
black waters barely
visible in the mist
/it was blue, yesterday/
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this, for now...

martes, 1 de marzo de 2016



Jajaja...
He acabado de leer la entrada anterior... La había olvidado por completo igual que este deseo de lo cual hablaba. Ya... sonrio... estaría bonito pero no va a volver. Ni la poesía ni ninguna cosa del pasado. Se ha caducado todo. Y bien, así está bien.

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martes, 16 de junio de 2015

Encontrado (sin haber perdido...)



Hoy estamos de suerte: he encontrado un deseo que va a perdurar, y seguro mas de 24 horas...

Quiero que vuelva la poesía. Leer los versos en el aire. Apuntar sin saber la palabra siguiente. Leer. Sorprenderme. Maravillarme. Llorar y sonreír. No estar. Desaparecer.
Para mi, solo la poesía es digna de ser escrita.
Otras escrituras eran apuntes para no olvidar. Se acabaron y ellas mismas se cayeron al olvido. No las necesito mas.

cuando la linea se convierte en verso y los versos vuelan en el aire...







Esto, pues.

jueves, 4 de junio de 2015

amor






Hoy estaba revisando viejos papeles para quemar o reciclar. He encontrado algunos folios de mis escrituras antiguas, hace años. Casi nada, palabras sueltas, escritura automatica. Y algo que me hizo sonreir...

el oceano deleitandose de si mismo

(vandenynas besimėgaujantis savimi  /  the ocean enjoying itself  )


Amar. La mar.



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Y una cosa mas:

salvar el mundo - aceptar a si mismo/a

aceptar a uno mismo = salvar el mundo    :)

Ya.


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Why do we love the sea? It is because it has some potent power to make us think things we like to think. 

Robert Henri 




( Read more at http://www.quoteauthors.com/quotes/sea-quotes.html#yMcytwHcyvSaifv2.99 )



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martes, 3 de marzo de 2015

M de Magia



¿Cuanto tiempo necesita Universo para satisfacer mi deseo?
A mi me parece que lo satisface antes de que yo supiera que quiero algo. ¿O es que yo quiero lo que Universo me ofrece? Es posible. Entonces cambio la pregunta - ¿cuanto tiempo tardo yo en reconocer la manifestación? (o un nuevo juguete que me satisfará completamente ahora pero que siempre estuvo aquí...) En este caso he tardado un par de semanas, quizás. Desde que la palabra "magia" ha empezado surgir intermitente mas y mas a menudo entre los pensamientos ocurrentes. Hasta hoy.

La Magia soy yo.
Perfección absoluta y total.
La gracia divina.

Soy la magia de todas estas resonancias incontables manifestadas. Soy esta magnífica esponja de percepción que permite a la tempestad despeinar las pestañas y de camino abrir las nubes justo antes de la puesta del Sol. Este oro y la arena morada y rugido del mar - soy un elemento del gran  espectáculo eternamente (im)permanente. Soy la magia.




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