DifferentIt doesn't matter what you're about.Different9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smart or not, short or tall,
If you're different you don't matter at all.
We don't claim to know you,
Just show you about how,
Being different' s always out.
We may not even know your name,
But since you're different you're fair game,
Our taunts and rumors you'll ignore,
If you want to settle the score,
But in the end all we're about
Is that being different' s always out.
We cut you down to where you'll shriek
Cry and scream at anger's peak,
Confidence is what we gain,
Fake it may be but it's just the same.
'Cause no matter what may come with our doubt
Being different' s always out.
When you think you've driven us away,
We'll be there to ruin your day,
Being unique is hell to pay,
It's no matter what we say,
But in the end there is no doubt,
We're the one's who'll soon be out.
3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 "
To Be Different1. The First ScientistsTo Be Different11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
Loki x Reader x Steve Totally DifferentLoki x Reader x Steve Totally Different7 months ago in Romance More Like This
“What?” The pair of men said in unison, staring at their close friend in bewilderment. She shuffled her feet, looking out the suddenly very interesting sky outside the Tower window.
“What do you mean, ‘what’?” She asked, glancing over at them.
“How is it you can like both of us at the same time?” Steve questioned, still surprised by the confession. She shrugged, averting their stares again.
“I don’t know, I just...I just do.” (Name) said quietly, watching them closely for a reaction. Loki just shook his head, still confused.
“But we are both such different...people.” He managed, gesturing to them both. “He is a Midgardian human beast, whereas I am a benevolent, graceful and cunning prince.” He explained, holding out an arm rather triumphantly. Steve just rolled his eyes.
“Surely you would want to choose me over that.” He commented. (Name) looked over at him curiously,
NarutoXReader - Two different hearts -NarutoXReader - Two different hearts -NarutoXReader - Two different hearts -2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
''Is he coming ?'' ''I love you !!'' ''Eeeek!'' ''Roukdaime-samaaaa!'' you could hear the fangirls squee. You were at the Hokage's building ,
waiting for teh Hokage's to come out .
''Hmph ! Now he has many friends , villagers respect him ,... and look at all these fangirls...'' you think. ''That baka ...'' you say .
Nobody recognized you . Why ? Because you were an Anbu .
''They're coming !!'' a fangirl squees .
Silence settles down . 3 blond persons come out the Hokage's building . The first one was the Godaime , Tsunade . The second one was
the Yondaime , Minato . And the third one was Konoha's newest Hokage , the Rokudaime , which was Naruto .
''Naruto -samaaaa!!'' all the fangirls squeed .
He ignored all of them and looked to the crowd .
''She's not here ...'' he said with a sad voice .
You and 2 other Anbu's go next to the Hokage's . The fangirls sarted their 'attack' . They were all trying to get to Naruto .You keep
them away .
NatsuxReader: A Different Kind of MagicNatsuxReader: A Different Kind of Magic1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Living in a world of magic is easy for people with magic. However the people without magic tend to not fare as well. You were no stranger to this hardship. Instead of spending hours practicing magic you practiced music. Mainly the piano.
It was a serene feeling as your fingers glided over the slick white keys.
Today was to be your biggest recital. Over a thousand people in the audience all to listen to a piece of music you composed yourself.
You wore a black dress http://cache1.bigcartel.com/product_images/25193369/vintage-black-dress-52.jpg and black flats.
However right in the middle of your concert there was an explosion.
Fire was everywhere, people were running, and others were fighting.
Hey! Get down, a boy with pink hair shouted pushing you to the ground. You let out a grunt as you hit the floor.
You rubbed your shoulder where he shoved you.
S-sorry, he suddenly looked very red. Holding out his hand he helped you up.
I-Its ok, you said quietly
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)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“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
DifferenceTo be lonely is painful,Difference2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be alone is liberating.
Supposed to be DifferentSupposed to be Different8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After eight years I had accepted the fact that I would never see the one known to me as Mr. Dwicky ever again. It was something disappointment and age had let me bury in the back of my head. I had given up trying to find signals from that strange ship he had taken. I had given up sitting on my roof hoping that the one who lied about believing me would come back sometime soon and apologize for ever doubting me. After awhile I finally had to just tell myself it was hopeless and let the memory from that night die.
Imagine my complete surprise after all of that time, and all of that hope just to find him knocking on my door at three in the morning on a Thursday.
I should have been ecstatic. I should have been jumping around asking him all about space and telling him how I had always hoped he would come back. It wasn't at all like that though. Those days were gone. For some reason I just couldn't feel anything as I stared at him. It was as if he were just another passerby come to sell me us
DifferentDifferentDifferent11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
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?
DifferentDifferent9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mask you see isn't me,
The mask is what you want to see.
You will never know the real me,
Judgement clouded by what "you" see.
Im not who you want,
to accept the real me you can't.
Im nothing like you,
Different to what you do.
Im special in my way,
Though discouraged by you this day.
Inside im stronger,
I care no longer.
In the things I say and what I do,
To be different you have no clue.
Be yourself not this you,
The person you were before the new.
A Million Different Ways - Dean X Reader One Shot “Okay.” Sam started, toying with the cuff of his sleeve and taking a seat across from his older brother. “Just once be honest with me, you didn’t save me for me. You did it for you.”A Million Different Ways - Dean X Reader One Shot6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“What are you talking about?” Dean asked, face stern and his tone, though soft, on guard and defensive.
“I was ready to die, I was ready. I should have died. But you, you didn’t want to be alone.” Dean seemed taken aback by Sam’s words, but that didn’t dull the sharp edge of their continuance. “That’s what this boils down to, you can’t stand the thought of being alone.”
Dean shook his head, muttering a rejection of the statement as he left the table, taking steps away from his little brother.
______, who had been talking to Dean just before Sam walked in, slowly sunk backwards into her place against the wall as if hoping to melt into the paint, taking silent swigs from her bo
DifferentHand holding handsDifferent7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
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 Chest4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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.
DifferentDifferent9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They want to fix you,
but maybe you aren't broken.
Maybe you're just different,
maybe who you are is on purpose.
They call it an accident,
a disease of the mind.
But maybe they just
don't understand you.
You see and they are blind.
We are all beautiful and unique,
our flaws become us.
We're identified by mistakes,
and fill the holes
we acquire in life.
We hurt, we bleed,
we want, we need.
They want to fix you,
but they can't even fix themselves.
We're all broken,
we're all pieces.
Nothing but pieces and
fragments of what we could be,
what we should be.
We are no accident,
we are on purpose.
Different Worlds|NearxReaderDifferent Worlds|NearxReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You always knew there was something peculiar about him. The way he sat, thought, and not to mention the fact he was downright emotionless.
But that never stopped you from being his best friend. Well, in secret, you absolutely adored every little bit about him, not that you would ever tell him that. Helpless love, one would call it.
"Hello, Near." you said calmly, approaching the boy in the library, careful in not to destroying the dominos and card tower near your bare feet.
Near sat in a balled position on the floor, his white socks peeking out from underneath and strands of his whitish hair falling in his eyes. "Hello, (y/n)."
"What are you doing?" you asked him, sitting criss-cross next to him so your shoulders touched. "The usual," he replies, delicately placing a three of spades on the top, finishing his card tower.
"Don't you ever think of the other ways you could use these?" you asked him absentmindedly, toying with a puzzle piece in your hand.
"No, not really. In my world
Different Worlds. - Prince!Norway x Reader 2.Time passed and passed as years flew by.Different Worlds. - Prince!Norway x Reader 2.1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You pay attention to the rally of the news as they speak about Lukas, and his succession to the throne in five years when his father will have to step off, and hand over the crown to his older son. They speak about the issue of marriage for Lukas, and that the perfect girl for him would be a rich Princess from another kingdom, or even their Icelandic cousins would be a good nomination.
Your heart grew dull and pain.
It was as if something had torn you apart. Into millions of pieces. Into billions of pieces. Into trillions of pieces.
It was a feeling you couldn't comprehend. You should feel happy for the Nordic Prince, but you didn't.
At the least, you felt a slight hint of jealousy and unhappiness sparking in your soul. You knew you wouldn't be able to see him again; that you knew way too well. It was all to your passed father that you had a chance to meet the royalties in the Kingdom.
That was all gone and done.
Your chance was gone and done.
DifferentI see them on the streetsDifferent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
A Different PerspectiveI ask you how a knife feels as it digs into a man's heart.A Different Perspective2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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