Thursday, October 22, 2009


by the adopted anything

she saw a creature in pain-threnody

with no loss or profit to gain-threnody

dove to the ground. made to make others

Build up rather than shame- threnody

no algebraic formula to indicate

leave me wordless in pain-threnody

Desperately caught in a web not her own

butterfly in the rain-threnody

I am told this is life

pain is our simple compromise and gain-threnody

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

we are

We were made to stand out. We are different by default. we can

not help it.

We are passionate and misfitted. Adopted by the same Father. The world abandoned us and abandons us on a daily basis.

We are foreign. Not of this world. We are birds of a feather. We are sisters and kindred souls. Bosom friends. Dearest soulmate-friends.

We are contrasted. Dark and light, black and white, silence and speech. We are so very different from each other. But so very similar in the most important ways.

We are compassionate and gentle. We are the little girl intent on saving every bird that falls out of it's nest. We become scratched and tainted in the process but our brokenness only reminds us of our humanness.

I am an individual.

She is an individual.

Alone we are misfits. together we are undeniable.

we are loved by many and understood by few. And we like it that way.

-the adopted anyone

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

so many song references...

Somebody's Baby
and the unwinding cable car
we are a beautiful mess

Monday, October 12, 2009

Hosea 6:1-3

“Come, let us return to the Lord.
He has torn us to pieces; now he will heal us.
He has injured us; now he will bandage our wounds.
In just a short time he will restore us, so that we may live in his presence.
Oh, that we might know the Lord!
Let us press on to know him.
He will respond to us as surely as the arrival
of dawn or the coming of rains in early spring.”

Oh how these words bring hope to my heart!


Emo [according to Urban Dictionary because such a word does not exist in the real one.] :
"Genre of softcore punk music that integrates unenthusiastic melodramatic 17 year olds who don't smile, high pitched overwrought lyrics and inaudible guitar rifts with tight wool sweaters, tighter jeans, itchy scarfs (even in the summer), ripped chucks with favorite bands signature, black square rimmed glasses, and ebony greasy unwashed hair that is required to cover at least 3/5 ths of the face at an angle."

Do you really have to ascribe this definition to us?
I mean...really?
Do you feel more self affirmed once you put a stamp on those unlike yourself?

Stop acting like children.
Please, simply love us or leave us be.


we would:
shirk homework for the sake of writing
voluntarily lock ourselves away
endure ravenous mosquitoes in order to be in Muse's company

we wouldn't:
ascribe ourselves labels
attribute the word "sexy" to edward
ever mean to hurt a soul alive

when you see us on the street and smile with benevolence, just know, we were not made to fit it.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Dysfunction is our word

It is who we are

It is what we emulate

It is what we evoke

We are the very esscence of dysfunction

who is to say it is wrong or a bad thing?

The Anonymous Misfit & the Adopted Anything

This is our story.