#similarity
Dearest Human,
Please know that one day, someone will love you. They will look past what's on the outside and see only what makes you stand out on the inside. They will not judge you, despite the differences in ethnicity, religion, as well as anything else which encompasses who you are. They will accept, respect, honour, and learn from you. They will not be the entire world, but just one individual who will become part of YOUR world. So keep fighting for who you are. And as long as one heart out of billions, gives you sanctuary, then know that you have already won. Be kind to yourself and others. Lead with passion and compassion. Always be the contrast to the world's chosen path of negativity. Be strong and be humble, but never let your spirit crumble!
With love,
Your fellow human! ♡
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 7:55 AM UTC
They had the same name
And had similar facials
What are the odds
When theres 7 billion people on earth
Perhaps it was just coincidence
But he behaved the same
The same way like you did
Perhaps he's your doppelgänger
Perhaps he is the one that is meant for me
What does it mean?
When i meet someone
With the same name as you
That looks like you
And behaved like you.
Or could it be
That im so in love with you
That I can't help it
But to look for someone like you
Maybe
He could be the one
That stay this time
The one
That isn't you
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
I'm a 40% aqueous solution of earth
Water from below and
Water from above the firmament
Contained and compartmentalised
In self similar structures at various scales
From the unseen to the one you see as me.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC
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spun gossamer-thin
Wrapped nest for pistachio,
almonds, cinnamon
White baked gentle gold
Hot honey
Serve!
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
I have been born and raised in the midwest of the United States
And I have learned many things, some of which I have learned to hate
People here live the same **** lives as the people before them
People meet, they fall in love, they get married, they have kids
Their kids grow up and go to a tiny high school
They go to college, get a job, find someone and do what their parents did
But the thing is they never leave
They are never truly living
They live the same **** lives in a repetitive cycle and they never have a taste of unfamiliarity
And in my years of being alive, I have learned to hate this mentality
To live the same lives as everyone around me
I want something different
I want to have stories and scars from travels and years of being alive
I want something more than this town and this segment of a country could ever give me
With its familiarity and hatefulness towards difference
I strive to leave and to actually be alive
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
I feel,
no difference between us
You are,
a beautiful reality
Though, cold silence,
make me think, I am in dream.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Public schooling houses dangerous and
the most delicate beings to walk shy
or stomp upon the dirt. Thou whom love
to hate, yet hate to love; teenagers. They
take their pill if good mannered, but hide it
behind false grins, if not, to find later
in a tin box dusted in carcinogens.
The golf boy doesn't hide his pill- never.
Swallowed with a glass of social simi-
-larity, he melts away but likes it.
He feels safe and warmed by the flame of
fake. And then she comes along taking a
psychedelic too many- red eyes of
their own fire. Taste the skin of ana-
-ther on her lips; sweet like cyanide tang.
She takes her own kind of pill named CANTSTOP.
She is named crack ***** by more than a-
-lot of head down murmured voices coated
in curiosity. They're not afraid of
her anymore- he is though. Slightly but
he doesn't say it. **** up- They know it.
Golf boy knows it. Crack ***** knows it. He knows
it. Small town ****** no future- can't even stay
in school long enough to see a paper.
But can play a chord like a rose in the
barrel of steel- a voice of nostog-
-ia. He makes people feel things too deep yet
barely scratches the surface of himself.
He used to hide his pill. Not anymore.
She dreams of running away with a bottle
of pennies. He drinks champagne and dreams black.
She writes melodramatic spells above
her collarbone- he spends the night alone
thinking dark things about a girl who now lacks
a soul- she used to light up. Not now though.
And they all take their pill like good little
kids.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
In a sense they are all the same.
Tissues, paper cranes, and airplanes.
But one tied me down
and one set me free.
One told me no
and one told me yes.
One told me to crawl
and one told me to soar.
So, in a sense,
they aren’t the same at all.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
In all of us trying to be different we all ended being the same.
Now what?
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
As the pages fell away like drops from a roaring waterfall, she discovered the girl in the story was not very unlike herself. And she was reminded to hope in her dreams, however small they might be.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC