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Coleman M Lowe Jul 2020
Into this world world will come,
A few,
Very precious souls.
Who  will not fit
Into your cookie cutter molds.
Yet,
To your ideals,
You try to make them hold.
And never realize,
They may be,
The purest form of gold
I wrote this when I watched the staff in a "mental" ward openly laugh and make fun of someone who was challenged when they attempted to make him the same as almost everyone else.I don't conform either and was quite upset by their actions and treatment of this individual. I simply say that they are "differently enabled" than others and  staff would have used resourse myuch better to find what the person was good at instead of forcing them to comply and making fun.
sundial iris Jul 2020
هر دو بی فرزند هستیم (متفاوت)/we are both childless, differently
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let us not ask each other or god

the why, just how life worked out

and maybe by a choice unconfessed


~

yet we both lie.

~

you possess thousands of offspring,

tend to their every need, breast feed

them water, special nutrients, stroking

their leaves, worry about their viruses,

you, dying just, a little, when, one rooted

looks up and says, “I am dying mother,

thank you for your love.”


~

my ***** produced two men,

each now, differentially,

lost, lost to me, and daily

privately, in word and wet,

weep my losses, for what

is a man who had children,

but goes down into his grave

gray haired, with none in

attendance to refill the soil

that his grave grayed body

requires to

hide his wasted,

childless

life.
colette alexia Jan 2020
The only guarantee
If I had done things differently
Is that I wouldn't be right here
With you next to me
01.20.19
Susan Nishimoto Oct 2019
I know you want to help me,
but you do have a weird way of showing it.

Instead of telling me what to do,
why don't you let me handle it?

You want what's best for me but it's my future;
let me decide for myself.

Can't you see,
I am much of a better person than I used to be?

I got a long way to go,
so please don't worry so much;
just let me be.

And bear with me for now,
that maybe later on, you will think differently.
Tatiana May 2019
I don't yearn for touch the way others do
I don't desire to kiss people i'm interested in
I don't feel it's necessary for the foundation
of any of my relationships
But
I do yearn for love and affection
I do desire to dance with people i'm interested in
I do feel it's necessary for the foundation
of any of my relationships
to understand that I do love

I just love differently
©Tatiana

Every day i'm learning more about myself than I knew before. I remember reading a comment on a poem I wrote a while back where they said something along the lines of "we all feel love in different ways," and that's true. What works for others, may not work for me and that's okay.
Fleo Mae Jun 2017
Laying here in the dark
I found myself in the same bed
As like the ones of those fourteen years ago
Not knowing I've been stuck in the same situation

Praying that I could start all over again
Not for myself but for you
And for the people who've been hurt, like you
Because of the same deadly habits, I poured havoc upon you

Every night I lift my eyes to see nothing but dark
Same with what I feel towards inside
Maybe worse because in my darkness lies demons
Who kept disturbing me for as long as I laid foot on this planet

Days become months, months became years
And I didn't notice I became the devil myself
I've become my own demon
And when it dawned on me, I kept on weeping

How? How?! I asked myself
How did I end up like this?
I don't want to be in this body any longer
It feels like my own flesh is killing me

Daily, felt like hell
Daily, I wanted to end my life
But there was something keeping me still
I couldn't understand what it is

Getting more confused as time pass by
Since the world inside me has been split into two
I no longer know what to believe
Is it really true or was it all a lie?

I opened the door
Where I was laying
And there was a bright light
The shining blinded my eyes

I couldn't move, I couldn't think
But one thing I know
There is peace and blood
There was wet cheeks upon my face
Upon yours, upon theirs, and upon Him

And from that moment
I stood and stared towards Him
Seeing Him drenched with His blood
Overflowed towards me
And I saw, what I really was
Without Him, I am nothing

His blood killed every single infection in me
His blood cleanses and consecrates me
His blood transforms me
Made me new, brand new, alive — breathing

I am filled with insurmountable joy
And as I move around the bright room
Never in my life I’ve felt so at peace and in Love
I saw that I was free, I was free from fourteen years ago
Then I lived a life in awe

I thought the encounter was the end
I realized the battle will only end
On the hour of my death
I always ask in my prayer
To take me with You
Sarah Markbride Mar 2018
We all fall apart, each time we put ourselves back together in a different way.
Never the person we once were, all because we got burnt.
Yet the world still turns in just the same way, even though it doesn't feel that way.
You continue to fight with all your might, you are brave, extraordinary.
So It doesn't matter if you fall apart, you still have the same heart.
Doesn't matter that you've put yourself back together differently, as your heart is still the same just filled with a little more pain.
Mongi Jan 2018
Love

Love,
A luxury common across mankind
But intriguingly,
Never experienced the same
Just never
Never
Just
We love and want to love differently, but it's all love
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