To Be Different1. The First ScientistsTo Be Different2 years ago in Free Verse
A single flame burned in the night.
After a hundred thousand years of avoiding it in fear, one man approached.
Others ran from him in shock
Claimed it was death to touch the flame
But they were silenced as he held the torch aloft
Into the darkness he brought the light, and into the cold he brought the warmth.
A single grain grew in the soil.
After a hundred thousand years of destroying it in ignorance, one man approached.
Others stood around in surprise
They claimed it was a waste.
But they were silenced when more began to rise.
Into the wild he brought order, and into a world of hunger, he brought food.
But if the myths tell us true
Then Prometheus was bound in pain
For challenging the dark with light
And challenging the gods with the flame
Cain was banished from his lands
His gifts ignored and disgraced
For challenging the hunter with his grain
And natural chaos with order
The Light of God was cast from heaven
And will always be condemned
For the good it broug
It's okay to be differentFitting in's a trap:It's okay to be different1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern
they put you inside the box,
and then close the lid.
A Different PerspectiveI ask you how a knife feels as it digs into a man's heart.A Different Perspective4 years ago in Free Verse
Does it shy away from the pain it inflicts,
is it sickened by the sight of the blood?
Or does it long to sink deep into his chest,
down to the bone handled grip?
(You reply that it doesn't feel either way,
whether a knife wants it or not a man dies today.)
I ask you if your shoe is tired, for its growing old.
Does the pain of being crushed by your feet
take rest and resonate deep in its sole?
Or does it love the honor of being used by you,
and willing to keep making your footprints.
(You say it's meant to be stepped on, it's a shoe
it doesn't have feelings like me or you)
I ask you how your pillow feels this morning.
Is it tired because you kept it up with your nightmares,
your endless tossing and turning.
Or does it feel loved as you grip it tight
and hug it deep into the middle of the night.
(You tell me your pillow is doing okay
but it's only a pillow so it doesn't matter anyway.)
I ask you if a judge's hammer regrets what i
No DifferentWhy do you stare at me with those eyes again?No Different4 years ago in Free Verse
As if I had a contagious disease
You back away as I come near you,
And refuse to shake my offered hand.
What do you see in me when you stare like that?
You look at me as if I was dying,
As if I was beyond your help,
So you might as well not bother trying.
Don't think I am as good as dead!
Rather, picture me like a bird
That tried to touch the clouds, but failed,
And broke its wings as it came back home.
Think of me as a deer, full of life,
That used to roam the woods and chase its friends,
But broke its legs jumping through the trees.
Now I am bound to the help of others.
I may not be able to walk, or jump,
Or run with you, as you live your life.
But my heart beats just like yours does,
And my lungs breathe just as yours do.
I may be bound to a chair on wheels,
But my eyes see just as well as yours,
My ears hear exactly what yours hear,
And my brain works just fine, I am not stupid!
Look at me, not past me like all the others do.
I have ear
DifferentSome people are just differentDifferent10 months ago in Free Verse
And you don't have to like them
Simply accept and respect their ways
And they'll do the same to you
Male!Pocahontas/Reader - DifferentMale!Pocahontas/Reader - Different1 year ago in Romance
Male♂Pocahontas/Reader one-shot - Different
(Pocahontas - Pocahon) (John Smith - Jane Smith)
(Little side fact: 'Que que na-to-ra' means 'you will understand' in Algonquin.)
(Y/n) = Your name
(L/n) = Last name
(S/c) = Skin color
"Ay ay ay ya
Ay ay ya
Que que na-to-ra
You will understand.
Listen with your heart
You will understand
Let it break upon you
Like a wave upon the sand
Listen with your heart
You will understand
You will understand…"
Pocahon sat cross-legged on the thick large branch in front of Grandma Willow. His eyes were closed as he stood still with nature as it was as silent as himself. The passing breeze blew through his long silky black locks of hair in a hushed whisper. The the only other sound made other than the whispering wind were the chirping birds and the sound of his own steady breathing. "I feel today will be different from others…"
I'm... different.With strangers I'm:I'm... different.5 years ago in Free Verse
Quiet and intimidating
With best friends I'm:
Hyper, crazy, and annoying
With people I just know I'm:
Calm, smart-sounding, and artistic
With people I like I'm:
DifferentDifferent on the outside,Different2 years ago in Free Verse
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds6 years ago in Short Stories
by L. Vera
An excerpt from a tape recording of Martin Stevens' interview with Dr. Henry Wurzbach.
1/20/89 9:00 A.M.
"How are you doing today, Martin?" Doctor Wurzbach's voice entered through the static.
"Good," Martin replied.
"If you do not mind Martin, I would like to go ahead and ask about the first time you discovered your ability," Doctor Wurzbach said with his deep calm voice.
"Sure. Like I said before, it all just kind of happened. Well, I was out with my friends. We were walking home from practice and we got to the bridge across from the park. Michael jumped on the stone wall on one side of the bridge," he stopped.
"Go on," Doctor Wurzbach said.
"He fell... or so I thought he did. But..." he paused again.
"But he did not?" Doctor Wurzbach filled in.
"No. I grabbed his hand and well... he... um... didn't fall."
"So you saved him," Doctor Wurzbach suggested.
"Well, I didn't think I saved him. I just thought it was I don't know "
Different types of kisses (FranceXReader)Pressing against your lips with subtle force, Francis’ tired smile twitched his lips up when he hear you begin to stir with a moan. As though a dashing of crimson paint had been splashed across your cheeks, you blushed when you saw your Frenchman hovering over your form. A whispered ‘Bonjour’ in your ear was all it took for you wind your hands in his hair and reclaim his lips.Different types of kisses (FranceXReader)3 years ago in Romance
“Morning.” You cooed back and he chuckled, ruffling the blond locks that cascaded onto his shoulders. His muscles flexed as he rolled his shoulders and stretched, yawning loudly.
You touched your lips, a thought forming itself in the crevasses of your mind. Actually know that you were actively thinking about it, the more it confirmed your belief. “Francis?”
The bed shifted due to his weight and creases surrounded where he sat on the plush cover you were still cocooned in. “Oui?” A soft caress down your cheek was accompanied by a loving glance. “I’v
a different explorationwe talk abouta different exploration3 years ago in Free Verse
astrology and ex lovers. the raspberries
dying in the heat, the way the water
bit our skin, the homeless man set out
to buy California, the center of our universe,
you. that feeling labelled “blah,”
and the notion I am not my own.
we leak questions
like overrun rivers, excess spillage,
draining curiosities about that tragic skeleton
balled up beneath your clothes.
and for you,
I’d travel the length between heartbeats,
shallow and vain like your promises,
your liquid eyes.
above all, we were lucky.
miracle children. one in ten,
one in a million, a pair of stragglers
in seven billion exempt from
clarity and unclaimed skin.
I know this guy who had
sorry lips and scars down his spine
without a story. we didn’t have
a thing to say so we talked about
how the stars were our newest horizon,
the undefined, and how we’d escape to them
DifferentDifferentDifferent2 years ago in Free Verse
They're all going to laugh
No one answers
Laughed at, picked last, and kicked around
My anxiety makes me feel
Why the fuck bother?
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?3 years ago in Free Verse
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
We see different starsWe see different starsWe see different stars2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
While yours shine throughout
the darkness of your night,
light the way into your sky,
and hold your wishes til
they finally come true,
mine reflect in the murky filth
from which they can be seen
acting as disgusting mirrors
into a world which cannot be mine
DifferentI see them on the streetsDifferent3 years ago in Free Verse
I am just like them
I feel the same as they do
I am the same
But I chose this
To be different
I saw their cruelty
And I could not bear it
I don't think they can either
DifferentHand holding handsDifferent8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives
Lips touching lips
And a mother covers her childs eyes
Laughter filling the air
Hand in back pocket
And someone mutters Disgraceful
A woman holds her child,
Her loved one behind her smiling
And the police say Unable
A man touches his partners knee
Leans forward to kiss
And a balled up piece of trash is thrown at him
What do these people
All so different and unique
Have in common with each other?
They are people, like us
With feelings, hearts and souls
And yet why do others hate them?
Is it because they kiss?
Is it because they love?
Is it because they hold onto each other?
We do the same
We are no different
You are no different
I am no different
Yet they are
Why are they different?
Is it because
They have partners
Who are not of the opposite sex?
That woman with her child
So loving and caring
Is Unable because her lover is a woman?
That man who
Just wants to love his other
Is abused because hi
Same Heart, Different ChestThe silence in his armsSame Heart, Different Chest6 years ago in Free Verse
spoke all the words
between a thousand years
He told me:
"You could not have forgotten my face."
I am spray painting black doves
on the bellies of his walls,
but his walls were made of paper.
They folded and withered
as paint kissed cardboard barriers;
sleep would have taken me
if invisible entities
didn't pry my eyes awake.
In return, he made the galaxies
churning in my lungs rearrange,
and sideswipe into my heart.
Sixty-four years is too long
for anyone to hold their breath.
Great to be Different - Team CraftedGreat to be Different - Team Crafted2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics
It was a dark day when I lost my faith
I wasn't the miner I thought I'd be
And it seemed that no one could relate
There was nothing left for me to see
So I took a walk to the edge of the town
And thought of leaving it all behind
When I saw a little letter fall right out of the sky
As a spaceguy hovered way up high
I thought I was crazy when I saw him wave
And then simply fly away
So I opened the letter and looked inside
And what was written made my day...
Isn't it great to be different?
Isn't it wonderful to be exactly who you are?
When you learn to start accepting yourself
You'll become a shining star
To this day the writing on that page
Is mottled by the tears I shed
Cuz at that moment something inside me changed
And a bright new path I lead
I ran back home and I picked up my old guitar
And I started strumming these chords
And I sang his words along with this song
And I heard someone sing along
And we sang--
[Sky & Deadlox]
Isn't it great to be different?
Isn't it won
differentyou have inked yourselfdifferent3 years ago in Free Verse
between the very atoms of
you curl around my
blood cells in tendrils of
fountain pen tears
and when i hear the splat
of liquid by the heels of my
feet, i know that you
are here to stay.
they say that there are 206
bones in the human body
but if you ever found out,
you'd simply say -
what is the importance of bones
when there's a soul fluttering
around inside this flesh?
you always said
that science was pretentious.
your teeth leave different scarswhat they didn't tell me--your teeth leave different scars3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
the amnesiac is
61.8% water &
on watching the night
close its eyes on you,
I only know beauty;
maybe Anne Sexton was on to something
& for the woman shamed,
arise and breathe. Seabones
with taciturn eyes
after we lost him:
mermaid thirst for
Your virginity is like an envelope,
a lover's observations on
post-it notes, cupping rice
always, and always.