#differently
the light folds differently when you’re not facing it
a sheet crumpled in the shape of absence,
breath held in the throat of a room.
I watch the curve of your shoulder
become a continent I cannot land on.
there is weather there...storms, maybe,
or just the quiet hum of sleep
that doesn’t include me.
I think of all the things I didn’t say
and how they pile up, laundry
in the corner of your silence.
your spine is a sentence I can’t finish.
your hair, a curtain drawn against me.
I reach for you in thought only,
because the body has rules,
and yours has drawn a border.
I am the echo of a voice
that once knew how to be welcome.
you shift, and I imagine it means something.
but it’s just gravity,
just the choreography of rest.
still, I assign meaning
to the way your foot curls,
to the way the blanket clings to your hip
it knows you better than I do.
I lie here,
turned toward the shape of you,
while you remain
turned away on your side.
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
Ah yes, love has a way of tasting differently when god birthed you hungry
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 12:13 AM UTC
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
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 10:04 PM UTC
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.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
The only guarantee
If I had done things differently
Is that I wouldn't be right here
With you next to me
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
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.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
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
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
Love
Love,
A luxury common across mankind
But intriguingly,
Never experienced the same
Just never
Never
Just
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
I don't attend,
But here I am.
In the midst of everything,
I'm nothing.
I don't talk with them,
I think.
I talk with them,
But think differently.
Not my place,
don't matter where I am.
Not my place,
Everywhere.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
*You might see me as a stranger
But I won't stop seeing you
As a friend...
I'll still offer you a hand
If you ever ask for help
I'll still care about you
Though you treat me like air
And I'll smile at you
Though you won't smile back at me...
Your back might be turned against me
And you might give me the cold shoulder
But once a friend of me
Means always a friend of me
And that's a rule
After which I live...
So keep treating me cold
I don't really care
But you can't stop me from worrying
About the people I hold dear
And yes, even after all this mess
You're still one of the people
Which I care about...
So though we might be back
At being strangers
And though we have hurt each other
And that bridges have been burned
Then I won't try
To treat you differently...*
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC