"differents" poems
I could not believe my luck
To finally find a friend.
We could have taken on the world together,
I never wanted it to end.
Something had to come along and change it.
I know where we went wrong.
We both wanted to be in the same band,
But we both wrote differents songs.
We broke apart like clashing comets
Falling from out of the sky.
I guess inside I always knew
That I could never be your guy.
It wasn't that I lacked self-confidence.
It was not even that I felt shame.
We understood what the other meant.
But, the thing we wanted was the same.
I would have bet my heart on you.
But I could never live a lie.
For a while there, life was a party,
How the time flew by!
You drifted back into my world,
I was drifting far from mind.
About the time I was fragmenting,
Saturn was about to unwind.
Like a stone, I catapulted into the world.
I ricocheted liked a silver ball.
I was making up for lost time.
I would rise, then I would fall.
The colors melded hotly
As I did crash and burn.
The cynicism came with ease,
With every lesson I did learn.
I settled into my routine.
I cooled as I slowed down.
I looked you up to say hello,
And I miss having you around.
I cannot believe my luck.
That you still are my friend.
Sing your songs and tell me stories,
Like you did way back when.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
j'ai envie de toi d'une façon que tu ne pourra jamais comprendre, comme tu n'as jamais su me comprendre moi
je t'aime d'une force tel celle que je n'ai pas pu accumuler pour te quitter.
tu me manque d'une intensité semblable a celle dont mon coeur bat a chaque fois que pose les yeux sur toi.
je veux t'oublier autant que j'ai besoin de toi.
c'est juste difficile de t'aimer, difficile.. difficile! j'ai enfin trouver les mots parfaits pour expliquer notre relation: difficile, compliquer et presque impossible, mais pourtant rien ni personne peut me rendre plus heureuse ..ou malheureuse. toi et moi on n'est tellement differents, on voit rarement les choses du même perspective, et chaqu'un veux des choses differentes et a d'autres plans que l'autre, ça m'irrite des fois mais c'est aussi une des choses que j'adore chez toi, après tout n'est ce pas que deux opposés s'attirent? mais il y a autant de choses que j'aime chez toi que de choses qui me rendent folle, ces choses ce n'est que dernièrement que j'ai commencer a les remarquer, comme ton insensibilité, ton egoïsme, ta malhonnêteté, et ton inconsideration envers moi, enfaite touts ces défauts tu ne les as qu'avec moi, tellement que des fois
je penses que tu fais certaines choses juste pour me faire mal et si c'est réelement le cas je voudrais te félicité car encore une fois tu as réussis ta quête et eu ce que tu voulais. je me demande tout le temps pourquoi j'insiste a restée a tes côtés et enduré ta crualité envers moi mais je ne trouve jamais de répense apart "parce que je l'aime" mais est-ce suffisant? j'y peux rien, je n'arrive pas a t'oublier, je me suis trop attachée a toi, tu ne peux juste pas imaginé a quel point je t'adore, c'est juste inexpressif ..et j'admets aussi que je ne VEUX pas te laisser partir.. mais ce n'est pas de ma faute, tu a trop bien su comment me pièger et te jouer de moi pour me rendre carrément et complétement acro a toi, et maintenant je suis coincé dans ce piége, ce trou noir qu'est l'amour irréciproque
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
It's sad to say
that Keith's writing skills
of which there were many
have passed away
No more little tales
stories
and poems
So many differents parts of his life
to enjoy, and enjoy
like being a 'Gardener'
falling into hedges
without knowing why
Bless him, wherever he may be
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 3:58 AM UTC
might not be bright like some on site
but know why yall want to follow me.
aint stupid but now smart at some stuff
like writing poems and spelling words
but most ain't good at either like me
big differents is i know i aint good at it
but trying to be and not dumb and
know yall don't follow me or like my
poems that are not good because you
wont me to like poems that **** from
yall on here who love people liking
what you write that mainly ***** anyways.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
I'll make a hymn,
A hymn to my sadness,
Prose is my laziest instrument,
To outsource loneliness,
To let melancholy,
That in some point it had its nest on me,
I'll leave my inconformity,
My frustation,
My deepest feeling of denial,
Against all the injustice around me,
Neither by spitting it,
Cursing it,
Or changing it,
Becomes fair.
Where every man or woman has no value,
Where every object becomes value,
Welcome everyone,
To reality,
Where neither being a human could have more value than trash,
Where every objection is opposed by economic power,
Where every opportunity is shorn of those who do not have power,
Low self-esteem,
Constant comparison,
Self-destruction,
Our most solid principles in society,
Where suicidal instinct is a viable way,
While confrontation is brave and impossible,
Where all are dwarfed by those who take opportunities,
Beacuse most of them have opportunities at hand,
Freezing loneliness,
Takes over this city,
Where who gets laid more times,
Is the one who lives better.
Welcome to our society,
Where everything is declining,
Where the future is in the East and even in the north,
Where hope dwells expectation,
Which brings us to want what belongs to others,
To destroy ourselves only for not being enough,
Depend on the covers of social acceptance,
Just to be someone,
Where death,
It is a privilege and a prize at the same time,
For those who know that today,
Our society is the most perfect one,
For the generation born with it,
But not for our future or past.
Souls intertwine and become a new life,
They return to this soiety so different,
But they do not feel the change so sudden and incoherent,
Since the beginning of such children will feel,
But growing they will know,
That society will reject them,
They become marginalized at the same cycle,
Where mad people,
Dreamers,
Gentlemen,
Free thinkers,
The differents,
Will be placed on the corner table,
Where they are to fill leftovers,
Society just give them.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
Would I rather be
with someone that feels
cozy and warm,
or someone that
feel like thrill
and fire
and smells like
mint and waterfalls.
I wonder why untried things have a certain charm.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
A path I am on
The one I was scared to be on
The one that's a Frost's road
Different as they call it
The one i was taught about in class
(For the sake of literature
I think)
Difference though is omnipresent
(But for the sake of science i think)
Difference is dangerous
Prevented and taught to that
But still so immense in me
Running, I run fast from it
Still those tiny ants
Ride me and creep on my chest
I slap and I recoil
Not realizing they would bite
Just afraid of a possibility
Under influence of tales of history
Where tragedy outnumbers celebration
Difference that is lovely
A dog or a pet I adore
I embrace it on some units
In cases it makes me revolt
Against groups who think differently
**** differently
And I am proud to insult them
Their inheritance of unevidenced values
Suddenly, though, and mostly
I hit headlights
The dog bites my flesh
I am short of arguments
To support my difference
I am short of theorems
To prove what is right
As I shake my peace flag
Weak in doubts of my wrongfullness
Difference leaves me alone
I am disappointed
I am disgusted
By the different crowds
More even by myself
Difference leaves me alone
Not always
But when does
It blows me down
With contempt and longitude
And i wither back to doubts
Beginning like a shower
Taking up, thunderstorm fashion
That 'I must be wrong'
Differents - hated by many
Maybe because they think it is a disease
Maybe it is going to convert them
Maybe they'd feel isolated
Left alone on a planet
Where everyone is on a screen
Screens might be too many
And you lose your owness
In that melancholy
Maybe scared,
The apparent parental foundations
Blown down to dust, now they mean nothing
The social cycles breaking apart
Storms of worry corrode and perforate
Your soul,
I understand its difficult
As I stand wet at the pavement
Staring at my waterlogged road
(I understand)
I was born with this monster
Feeding on my psyche
Leaving me deficit
Leaving me dumb
It taking my advantage
I taking its name
When i have to name my life
In one word
No matter how much
I tried shooing it away
Putting up acts, masquerads
It's impossible to let it go
It is me, the difference
And I feel like everyone is
Only either I am too insistent
For making my difference
So significant
Or I am a fool
That can't get over itself
Pk
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
be yourself
they say.
it's okay to be yourself
everyone is different.
unique some might say.
each have their own personality.
their own selves
what a bunch of
****
everyone i've met is eerily the same.
it's the same tone,
same pace
all is
bleak
dull
deafeningly irritating.
where have the passionate, the thoughtful
the mysterious, the brooding
the tortured, the observant
gone?
nothingness
they say we are intelligent
as a species
but i look around
we are only as intelligent
as we make of life
make from life
and
i say
we aren't reaching
the fullest potential
a species,
us can reach.
should reach.
instead of reaching for
mutual respect
of our similar differents,
love
we reach for violence
war
between each other
our brothers and sisters
who breathe the same air
who bleed
the same
we ****
our own kind
instead of mutual respect
so this is why
our different
isn't any different
my different
is no different than
their different
different
is not
different enough.
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
Hatred, runs in my veins,
right here in the chest it pains,
Never was loved too much to feel,
Never did I ever heal.
The scars remain as it is,
as the sky falls down, its a miss,
I am hurt, but you never let me die,
to not believe in you, is my try.
Never saw you in a loving way,
nailed you to death, how could they?
Still you seem to be so alive,
saving me and all of them, at least tell me whats your name ?
Power to hold the universe,
to the good you bless to the bad you curse,
why is it , that they love to pray,
won't do a good deed but expect a good day.
Why is it, that you have ultimate fame?
everyone gives you a different name.
You save some, let a million die,
Why don't you appear up front, aren't you too shy?
What is it that gives them peace to pray,
who are you, and what do you want to save?
don't you see murders and terrorists all around!
The lord, why do you let the bad invade ?
Why is it, that half of the world doesn't believe,
or is it true, that you aren't there !
Its your creation, man and this earth,
why won't a glimpse you'd share?
Almighty, i am not sure of what to think,
to believe or to not, what more life could bring?
more than flowers and birds and all the beautiful things,
and the farmers daughter in the farm who'd sing..
differents cultures religions and all the people you made,
it's beautiful but aren't you afraid ?
what if, if one day it'll all just fade?
will you help us, come down and give us shade ?
I don't believe in you, I'm scared if my trust must be broken,
only a miracle can show them, their minds it'll awaken.
be sure, sweet lord, my word is true,
there is something you need to prove!
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC