We may have the same eye's
but I use mine differently

We may have the same heart
but I use mine differently

I'm Different cause I do things differently
I'm different cause I wear things differently

I may stand out differently in many ways
but I love it
and I love being different

I Am Different

There is no perfect way, to live this life, every day,
Changes will come, and they will pass,
Nothing in this life, will forever last,
Every one’s  trail, curves, many ways,
Somethings , we are to experience, were planned before,
Our first day.
No one’s life is perfect, throughout every year,
For our soul to learn, and grow, we carry it through,
A mixture, from days of smiles, to cloudy moments,
Where we shed our tears.
Accepting  reality,  knowledge, our parts in this life, with age,
Will change, even though, your on the same stage.
We are each to mingle with, all types of people, traveling on our way,
If your lucky to be free, beware of habits, where you limit the growth,
Of your soul exploring, to only certain hours, of night or day.
The clock on the wall, many follow every day, was created by a human,
Some people enjoy, another person, telling them what to do every minute,
During this life’s stay.
The first clock was a pendulum clock, created by, Christiaan Huygenes,  in 1656,
Most humans would not survive, trying to live, as they did, in those lost days…


                                The Original tom Maxwell  ©  07/21/2025 AD

I am the black sheep,
Just like in the rhyme.
I am different, but everything is always asked of me.

I have no more wool to give,
Or energy to offer you.
What more do you expect from my bare soul?

I have torn everything I loved away from me.
Everything that made me who I am,
Just to give it to you.

Are you satisfied?
Are you happy with holding the weight of my burdens?

I hope you are.
Because even if your weren't,
You would only give it back with threadbare cracks and half of it missing.

As the years pass by
Loneliness comes by
I propose to seek the truth
It was always been this brute

I am different
I am scarred
It's such a long way of time
I hope I get in without a piece of dime

We’re two different people
from two inexplicably different worlds,
who can never truly
see things through the same eyes.

While I see,
a sky painted with beautiful and wild brushstrokes,
You see,
dilapidated high rises blurred by grey clouds.

I see,
a bubbling, bustling city of culture and people
While you see,
an overcrowded, noise polluted town.

I see,
the road to an unknown journey
You see,
cracked tarmac littered with potholes.

Because, while I like to daydream,
you like to plan
While I loved like a storm
you loved like a drought,

I lived in the little things - like inside jokes and playing the guitar
while you dreamt of more, like weddings and a fancy car.

you and I are from two different worlds
that can never be combined,
So with that I leave behind
something that could never quite be defined.

eclectic that's how I'd describe myself
different from the rest
not in a pick me way
just in a way that I don't even try
and I'm different
I don't do it to impress someone
I like poetry and writing
I like wearing bold and eccentric makeup
I like wearing heaps of homemade jewelry
I like being me
I like laughing loud and hard
until I can't breathe
I like acting weird
and driving my parents crazy
from my quirky acts of love
I like being myself so hard
that only the real ones stay

A prion.
A parasite.
A writhing mass.

It is woven into one,
not by needle,
nor machine,
but by absence.

It is kind.
It destroys the mind.
It seeks a way.
Yet hated it remains.

Silently within,
pulsating with darkness,
twisting with curiosity,
it craves mercy.

A decay and a rot,
one not of flesh and bone.
This is one of isolation,
this is being alone.