DifferentDifferent is being called uglyDifferent5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When you're surrounded by fake beauty
Different is being called a freak
When you're around people infected with sameness
Different is when you're a loser
In a world of cheaters
Different is wearing a cape of darkness
In a room full of dark color, and light
Different is hating love
When the rest of the world cherishes it
Different is choosing pain over joy
In the space of optimism
Different is what I've become
As I rebel against the world
DifferentIt doesn't matter what you're about.Different8 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.
3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds3 Different Seconds3 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
DifferentI see them on the streetsDifferent9 months 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
DifferentHand holding handsDifferent5 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 ot
NarutoXReader - Two different hearts -NarutoXReader - Two different hearts -NarutoXReader - Two different hearts -1 year 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
Same Heart, Different ChestThe silence in his armsSame Heart, Different Chest3 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.
A Different PerspectiveI ask you how a knife feels as it digs into a man's heart.A Different Perspective1 year 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)
DifferentDifferent8 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.
DifferentI am defined by many wordsDifferent3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but only one can penetrate
so deep that i'm bleeding
from every perspective.
Devious from witty thoughts,
they don't make sense now
but they'll leave a nasty imprint
to those who dare live a lie
of only mundane possibilities.
Inspiring, to youthful rebellion,
to cast a kite to unexplored skies,
fully aware that any moment
those ties can break
and you would be considered a traitor
Fashionable, in a sense
that only you find pleasing to the eye
and although it makes your thumbs sore,
it's light outshines them all
and discreetly, you're more than beautiful
Fun to admit to silent possibilities
Being DifferentBeing Different1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay my egg besides me
As close as it can be
Protecting against harm
Keeping it warm
I' am different
You might not notice it
But still human
Well some parts of me is still human
Hiding and trying to be normal as possible
I tried as hardest that I could be
Yet being different is an outcast
A subject to behold
I was captured
For things to be che
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?1 month 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
I'm... different.With strangers I'm:I'm... different.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
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:
No DifferentWhy do you stare at me with those eyes again?No Different1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
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
DifferentI am differentDifferent5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
No different than the one
Who claims to be some
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I a