"diffrent" poems
I thought about
The things you said
And I have come
To this conclusion
It hurts me
It hurts you
But you wish to be
Friends with benefits
And I do not want that
We are splitting
For things on my end
And that is fine
But now that your my ex
I cannot look at you
Nor touch you like I did
So this is my reasoning
I dont want
Friends with benefits
I just want to be your friend
When you said its over
Everything shut down
Mentally to physically
Epecially emotional
I was through crying
Tears over you
Over the bad things
I either said or did
I used to know you
Now your completely diffrent
You swear your the same
No you are not
What you dont see
Others see
I may have made you
Into what you are
And I am sorry for causing it
But I am not strong enough
To change you back
I tried before
Only to fail
So now
We go our seperate ways
Just as friends
My reasons are my own
But this is mine
You are just a friend
And
An ex for a reason.
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 1:28 AM UTC
Liberalizing democracy
To the extent of
Embracing **********
Going out of one's way
To promote ****** orientation--
Is no less transgression
Than strangulating it
With iron censorship--
Simply touting
The government
Is immaculate!
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
I'm not like the other guys.
I can't escape this it always finds me,
I try hard to stop it but there's no stopping.
I can't fight it off because it's not of my control,
It's how other people think and I'm just a fool.
I can't escape what others percieve me as,
I just be myself and I guess I'm an ***
I don't understand why I keep getting pushed down,
I am the nicest guy I know and yet I'm being like all guys around.
I try hard to be the best and the opposite of the others,
But it seems like in the end I'm just like my twin brother.
I'm nothing special and I'm just an idiot,
Don't feel bad if you've called me that I'm used to it.
My dad would say I'm a failure at life that I need to just see,
I tried to block that out but that's exactly what others have shown me,
I'm nothing special and I'm just like the others why even try?
It's like every girl I come across would be better off if I die.
I'm the guy that will cry when I'm told something wrong,
It's probably because I've held all my emotions in for so long.
I know there's great times but then there's the bad,
and when those bad occurs it just makes me really sad.
I'm not lying when I say I try **** it I try really hard!
I don't want to be that ******* of a guy that ****** in peoples yards!
I try not to be that horrible guy that plays 2-3 girls,
I try not being that horrible guy that's ***** rules his world!
I know that I think with my brain or atleast I say I do,
I'm sorry to all if I've ever hurt any of you.
I'm reconsidering what I've thought from the first time this happened,
I might just delete this account and that's just going to be the end.
Please don't be mad or sad, don't tell me to stay.
I'm probably going too anyways,
I'm just trying to smile for once again this is my escape,
But how can your sanctuary be something that's worse in a way?
I love you so much, I love you all I'm not lying.
But I can't stand the girls that turn their backs on me,
Because inside I'm really dying.
I'm not an emo so ***** all of you if that's what you see.
I'm just someone confused with this site,
Who can't stand all the fights,
I want this to be the place that's right,
But soon it'll take over my sight.
If you want me to stay, then show me that im diffrent,
Make me know, im not like the others,
I want to show guys here, that im diffrent.
Tell me should I stay?
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
I sit in a car where everything moves slowly, where every sound I hear, I think about it first.
True presence, true gift.
I see my self like I am in another dimension.
And even when I think about the things that I think,
I think them over again.
I am very diffrent from low.
And I like it.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
Dear little me
I'm sorry
Sorry for all those times you wanted to be happy but scared that something bad will happen.
Sorry for all those times you had to worry about all the things you shouldn't have worried about.
Sorry for all the night you had butterflies in your stomach throat burning tears on your face and having to pretend you fine .
Dear little me
I'm sorry for taking your childhood away having trust issues at a young age .
I'm sorry for all those times you wanted to play but was scared cause you were diffrent.
Sorry for all those times you were scared but no one was there for you .
Sorry for those times you had to sleep on the couch waiting for someone who you didn't know would come back.
Sorry for those times you waited for a shooting star to make one wish but it didn't come.
Dear little me
I'm sorry
But I'm glad cause this has made me what I'am
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Party girls don't get hurt
Can't feel anything, when will I learn
I push it down, push it down
I wont get hurt if i pretend
I will never end this charade
I 'm not playing games
I push it down till i turn into a diffrent girl
I'm the one "for a good time call"
Phone's blowin' up, they're ringin' my doorbell
I feel the love, feel the love
I am here, im the one they need
They call me a push me on my knees
They keep calling until i stop feeling anything
but i feel the love
the always needing, always wanting love
[Pre-Chorus]
1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
1,2,3 1,2,3 drink
Throw 'em back, 'til I lose count
Throw em back till i stop dreaming
throw em back till I stop hoping for something better
throw em back till i lose count
[Chorus]
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
Like it doesn't exist
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like i wont wake up tommorow
I'm gonna live like my life isnt a mess
I'm gonna live until i forget what my life is like
I'm gonna wipe my the tears from my eyes
I'm just holding on for tonight
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
We are the generation
Of a million friends,
At the click of a
Button,
Accept,
Like,
We have so many friends
But no one to talk,
To our face,
What happened to contact,
Is the world too
Hostile,
Scary,
Darkened,
That people fear to go out,
Explore there
Village,
Town,
City,
Where did you meet?
"On-line"
Where did you date
We dated on
Facebook,
Twitter,
Swapped pictures,
This is the first time
We meet
You look shorter?
You have diffrent eyes?
"What you have Five kids"
"From six dads"
"What you were in prison"
"On bail"
You still live with your
Mum & Dad,
But thats what happens,
When you only have friends
Within a screen, not real life,
Go out
Mingle,
Talk,
Friendships,
Are born with the connection
Of real life, not behind a
HD screen,
We are becoming
Generation Friendless,
Lets change that,
Turn off your
Computer,
Phone
Tablet
"Go on you can do it"
Go out in the real word
Make real friends
Not the two hundred behind a screen.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
*How do you get over a broken heart?
I don't know anymore...
What else can I do?...
I've gotten me a new hobby
I've tried to decive myself to believe
That he's not the one
Whom I love...
I've tried to listening to music
Music always help,
But this time
I really can't pick myself
up...
Music doesn't make me happy
I have no appetite
I don't feel like sleeping
I would pefer to die
If I died I'm pretty sure
That everyone would be much happier
Mostly I..
I wouldn't be crying the whole time
I can almost fill buckets
I wouldn't have to eat
There's no taste at all
I wouldn't have to try to sleep
There's only nightmares, no dreams
I wouldn't have to hate myself
For only bringing trouble
To friends and family...
So as you can see
Everyone would be so much happier without me
Specially I would be...
So I'll ask again
How do you mend a broken heart?
When your closest friends are out the country
And you're just sitting in your room
With your curtains pulled down
Just starring at the lyrics
Which you've written on your wall...
Silence is the enemy...
Don't wanna fall in love...
It amazes me this will of instincts...
Shot through the heart...
Another one bites the dust...
Chaos rules the inner hell...
Diffrent lyrics
Different songs
Different artists
But not a single one
Can cheer me up again
Singing always help
In the shower or when I'm stressed,
But right now
I don't even want to talk...
I'm a gamer
But neither this
I want to do
My guitar gently weeps
More gentle
Than I do
It's sad since I haven't been
playing for a while...
I should be making dinner
And this poem have to end
But before I leave
I'll ask again
How do you mend a broken heart?
'Cause I've never felt this dead
And I've survived worse
Afterall, I had classmates
In elementary
Who tried to push me
Out the window
From 1st floor...
I've been beaten and spitted on,
But neither that have hurt this much
So please tell me
How do I mend my broken heart?...*
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
I can feel my heart throbbing right now
It’s damaged, but none the less optimistic
But that’s the problem, my heart sees the best in everything and everyone
And in result, gets hurt
My heart is trying it’s best to piece itself back together and bandadge all its wounds
But this time it’s a little diffrent
This time it’s having trouble fitting every piece into the right spot
Like a puzzle piece where it does not belong
I can feel my heart throbbing right now
It is sitting in my rib cage in a state of blank confusion
“ Why can’t i fix myself this time ?”
“ Why does it hurt so bad?”
“ What do i do now ?”
My heart asked
They say there is no wound time cannot heal
That things can only go up from here now that i have hit rock bottom
But this time, my heart has no motivation left
It is tired of the same disappointing routine of building itself back up just to break again
So instead, my heart decided to put up walls
Walls that would guarantee no one could be let in
Because when you depend your happiness on someone else
They have complete control of your emotions
Do not give someone that kind of power like I did
I can feel my heart throbbing right now
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
everyone have it but somebody owns,
dont who have money they are unknown,
it makes a diffrence standard in a crowd,
if it's literally impressing it speaks loud,
sometime it's ignored considering it diffrent,
people reject it but every one,
is unique and diffrent,
it gives info it consists behaviour,
it is remind by
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
I am poetic and misunderstood
I wonder if anyone notices i'm not happy
I hear myself thinking, ruining myself
I see my family and friends so full of glee
I want them to understand i'm diffrent
I am poetic and misunderstood
I pretend to be happy with a bright smile
I feel the opposite
I touch the faint scars
I worry people will notice and judge or be mean
I cry at the memories of how low people made me feel
I am poetic and missunderstood
I understand everyone has problems of their own
I say if we all knew the deep stuff, we'd treat eachother better
I dream of the good memories and forget the nighmares
I try and strive to be better and stay rad
I hope to become someone I can be proud of
I am poetic and misunderstood
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
I often wonder
Who I really am
How so much has changed
Over the years
But one question
Still lingers in my heart
Why...
I have many friends
Just like me
But not quite me
Even they wonder the same
Why...
I felt I was diffrent
I felt so out of place
I felt something was missing
There is an eternal void
Why...
She gave me away
And I dont know why
So many questions
The answers I may never find
God put me here
For reasons still unrevealed
Until he shows me
I may never know.
It is hard being adopted
With questions unanswered
But something wonderful
Always makes me smile
I would never
Have
What I have now
If it wasnt for the adoption
I have a wonderful
Loving
Protective
Tight knit family
I call my own.
I have three children
Whom I love and protect with my life.
My parents
Whom
At times
Do tend to
Get on my last nerve
With the lectures
But deep down
I know they love me
They love me
The best they can
This is my legacy
This is who I am..
I am an adopted child
And im grateful
My family is apart of
My adopted legacy.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
When you're hiding in a closet thinking no one really knows,
And you do the things they tell you, lifestyle,house,and even clothes,
What's the point in being someone even you can't recognise,
When the real you is much nicer, never mind the rough disguise,
Shake the cobwebs off and show yourself, i promise you'll feel better,
And the ones who diss you matter not, just tell them"Write a letter",
You're unique, a one off, all your own, don't let them tell you diffrent,
You may inspire some other ones to follow you, how excellent!!!
Nov 1, 2009
Nov 1, 2009 at 3:23 AM UTC
I am what I am no changing that,
I was once like you, but that was
a diffrent time no longer am I that.
I walk all day and in to the night,
If you meet me alone you may be
shocked that I look like that.
My hair not brushed my teeth not
White now, but are yellow and black.
My clothes are filthy, you look and
Say is there brains on that. I walk
Never run, I cant be doing with that.
Have you met my friends, they don't
Say much except aaaahhh, and a gurgle
But thats the food swallowing back.
You can run, you may even hide, but
One day you,ll be one of us, it only
Takes a bite. I love flesh in the morning,
Noon or night, doesn't bother me if
Your a screamer or lie there like a sack.
When I'm finished you,ll not have
To worry as you,ll soon come back.
The life of a zombie is walking long
Distances, not a lot of chit chat, but
When I see food you better run as
I,ll be wanting a piece of that.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
You're so Beautiful in every way in and out.
Like I use to say to you during fair looks dont matter but when I look at you its diffrent than what I look at any other girl.
people that you dated had hurt you which is a shame.
You dont need people like that really you dont need anyone.
People should need you I always hated life until we talked ya I messed up really bad I made you mad which I regret.
I stopped smoking and drinking for you and only.
But it wasnt enough to make you happy so now im sitting alone no one cares.
Thought you did but I sadly mistaken.
I love you so much you wouldnt believe.
I thought you would give me a chance you called me sweet and I took that to heart cause no one said that to me.
But I got jelouse cause of you and alex.
I tried to fight him and he decline I got really ****** because I lost everything.
Just between me and you those nights that we talked were the greatest of all times.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
Arms, legs, body and head,
you can not deny it,
we are just a plague widespread.
Across me sits this smelly man,
I see in him nothing but an orangutan.
I look at his face, look at his hands,
there is nothing more than a monkey in pants.
I try to think of how does he think,
but what do I know;
I’m written by the same ink.
Years and years, nothing but a lion’s purse,
now seconds passed,
we think we are masters of the universe.
A load of meat floating on a rock,
I guess we are lucky,
but we haven’t even learned to walk.
We hope and dream our dreams,
we want to achieve,
but everything is wrong when it’s not how it seems.
Everyone is a god, everyone is supreme;
When their belly is full,
everyone lives in his own dream.
But take away the feast,
get in their way;
Man becomes the most savage of beast.
We haven’t lost that jungle sense,
no diffrent than animals,
our population is just more dense.
But I guess we are noble in a way,
that’s the greatest irony of all;
Because I know how to say what I can say.
Ape does not know that he is ape,
he does not know the diffrence between an apple and a grape.
He does not even know if his own kin he rapes;
but for **** sure we should know,
that we are nothing but the next-level apes.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
In search of the human mind.
Diffrent thoughts crossed my mind.
A few conclusions I did find.
The human mind can go on with out a stop.
Reciveing to much input.
Danger, before you blow your top.
I got it all figured it out, not quiet yet
It is at the tip of my mind.
Have my brain cells run out of think.
Only when it comes to love, I am blind.
Are you just being lazy, you fell to quick.
You have to give me some help.
Or what use are you for me.
Open the way to see.
Only you can unlock the door.
Unfold the future, you hide the key.
Do you want to be the kind of mind.
The one who needs to live on pills.
Every mind comes with addiction.
The mind is not easy to read like a book.
The mind limits your judgement, with just one look.
The mind plays tricks, you better believe.
The mind is related to the heart, sending signals together.
The mind works when the body's asleep. (A dream the mind put it there)
The mind creates beauty wonders of the world.
The mind is a soft whisper, like our concsious.
The mind is so devieous, tricky, can outsmart anyone.
The mind is a beautiful thing to waste.
The mind can journey, with out leaving its nest.
The mind is knowledge, many fail to explore.
The mind is a traveler far and beyound.
The mind is like a paint brush, colorful art.
The mind is a creature, who hides in a cave.
The mind is like pain, don't stop in its way.
The mind is like a mime who dose not talk at all.
The mind is like a pair of shoes.
With out the mind you are nothing at all.
One can not live with or without the other.
The bottom line, the mind is a mystery!
Please continue with the hunt!
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
*When you fall down into madness you just need to hold on.
Hold on to my hand.
If you keep holding I won't let you fall.
I need you and you need me.
Holding tight.
Your hand in my hand.
Cold meets warm.
Like a summer night.
I’m above, you’re below.
Looking down, looking up.
Eyes meet and a smile on our lips.
You close your eyes and see only darkness.
You slowly open your eyes and see me.
I will always stay by your side.
Looking down and protect you.
But if I should lose my hand hold and you should fall.
I would jump to save you even if it means goodbye.
But that’s just IF and IF never happens.
Only our hands could touch.
Feeling each others body temperature.
We couldn’t be together.
The ticking time meant nothing for you and me.
As long you’re with me.
Happiness, sadness.
Is two diffrent things.
They're not meant together.
I’m scared to close my eyes.
If I do you might disappear.
You’re my sorrowfulness, I’m your happiness.
Hate, love.
I hate you for bringing me sadness.
You love me for bringing you happiness.
But I won’t give up, so just hold on.
Tight.*
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
She was vurnable and stray
but he didnt see her that way
she was light
in his dark night
they were from diffrent places
with seperate cases
he wasn't bothered by her selfesteem
because she was his huge dream
he really wanted to touch her waist
while feeling her soft hair
and he didnt want time to waste
so he drove her to his lair
where he acted like a beast
during his ''love feast''
finally he felt appeased
and she felt deceased
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
I am a result
Of not two people
I am a result of advertisements
Of politicians
Of company's
Of ideas drilled into my head, by constant repotion and threats from authority figures
I am a result of headlines that scream the words **** death, racesim and terror.
I am a result of built up hopes.
The countless movies that show us heros that conqure the impossible, while slowly walking away form an explosion.
The comic books that boldly display abilitys we then dream of.
Expectations we are forced to have that someday we will save the world.
I am the result of reality hitting you full on like a world saving superman punch,
I am the result of relizing, that there is a 99.9999999999% chance I am not the "chosen one"
I am the result of an enviroment where I have to hold my breath to not let the toxins in
The overdose headlines
The children I see inhaling away there future and when I walk by blowing it in my face
I am the result of an overdose that ripped away my uncle
A world filled with misery and we find this the best way to "cure" it.
I am a result filled with images of diffrent family's breaking apart, leaving broken children behind.
A result witnessing the hurt, homeless and heartless walk on the same ground but don't awknoladge it
The veterans thrown to the streets
The gay pride rainbows coverd in the dark clouds of pregiduce this world is shadowed by
The sour taste of racesim lingering on individual tongues trying to break through a wall of common sense
The weaponising of wonderful wise wishful young children around the world to creat a fearful, fierce, fiery killing machine
I am a result of this world, the mistakes we all make, the suffering we all take, the lives these mistakes put at stake, these wounds that ache, the cusses that spin in children's head thanks to drake, these politicians people see as lying snakes, this earth that quakes, that brings us awake
I am a result, in a world of results
Of hope that one day we can push these fears away
I am a result of an army of dreamers
A horde of lovers
And a croud of carers
I am a result of two people who tried hard enough to make a difference
They are my sheild and my sword equipping me to fight this poisend world
We are what's left we are the dreamers the workers and the lovers and once were done fighting away the hurt, evil,terror and pain,
We can look out on this world and call it
Our result
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
It was at the crack of the afternoon always when like some old circus bear i staggred to life.
Coffee surged through my veins with a touch of turkey to embrace the day to day troubles
with a sense of reason in the insanity.
The whispers were heavy like gunshot's that filled a early morning duck hunt.
Where half drunk men shared bottles and stories of conquest's some false others just straight ********
He's losing it ya know?
They had read my scrbblings and saw the flaws yet dared never to speak the words to
the devil in the flesh.
But much like a villan or a dam good ****** with a std i was just waitting to
run yet again.
The Gonzo of old died hard and a writer of insanity
seldom was at a loss for words or far from a intersection of trouble.
The road called.
And I her slave seldom ignored her for any woman worth her salt
was a cruel ***** at heart and thats what made them so dam aluering.
I was the president of debauchrey the chairman of the boy's club
a locker room jester who seldom showed his flaws.
But time scars us all and I was no diffrent.
I had slowed yet went past that edge like a child who tears into a gift seldom
looking at the paper let alone who its from.
Still that gleam in the eye did exist and the danger was all but to real.
I was ready to claim it back although none could take it from me.
The bike was older yet still had a howl like a devils hound on a sunsets promise.
the drugs the ***** the women all where but part of the drive and freedom
of a perk.
Much like the whiskey that burns in my veins id never
water down my word's
Cold wether was pointing me south the Key's were calling
in a tragic Hemmingway sense the old man's sea was but a bitter pill
and a islands stream of erased thought.
On a road that never grew old as I.
Soon i was off.
And God only knows what would lead to this tour of destruction.
But all i can say is gentlemen start your engines.
For the chaos has just begun.
Welcome To The Boy's Club
Part One
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 2:15 PM UTC
The heart,
not what it used to be
Its chambers are diffrent since you left
There is no more art in the gallery
White walls, no light
Its not empty though
The space, filled with your absence
and whispers asking
"Where did it go wrong?"
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
Passed out on a diffrent floor.
Honey I know I didnt call but i thinks aliens abducted me
cause my **** is glowing and **** is sore.
Jack Daniels is my designated driver.
Im a pervert in trainning.
Five ex wives, ten affairs and a slipped disk in my back you
go tiger.
A permanet batchelor and permanet offender oh how very sad.
Shake your head say what you will.
But if we were good who would be bad.
Im so fargone i have no choice but to stay crazy.
Sure i remember your name.
Rebecca ,Sarah, Vicky, Susan, it's gotta be one of thoose
wait let me see oh yes Daisy.
Just outta rehab boy i could use a drink!
Do i know Lindsy?
Got drugs?
what the **** do you think?
It's cold outside and for a overpriced beer and a stripclub i always
thirst.
Outta all the voices in my head im pretty much the worst.
im not your next door neighbor isnt your liqour cabinet, your daughter, your wife ,your grandma pretty much everyone and you included glad?
Change my ways sugar tit's?
What we must ask children if i was good than how the **** could ever be this bad.
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 11:44 AM UTC
Hey you, yeah you its me, remember me?
the one you used to call your best friend, or at least it seemed.
whats going on with you?
cause somethings diffrent and i can feel it comming out of you...
Lord help her.
to you whats more important?
i can feel the anger in you rising up so high its about to burst out and come out smokin...
i can see all your old prioritys beginning to be shifted and the important ones all driftin..
**** girl where you goin!?
using all these temporary things to kick depression out the door.
trying to send it on its way
just dust it of your shoulder
knowing there is only one way
to keep it from getting any colder.
see you know its true.
and i think you know your running from the truth.
cause you're scared that deaths gonna catch up to you.
Lord i dont know what to do.
help me.
i need you.
yeah your scared you've abused your mind with very dark things.
and you've been showed some very hard things that have taken you places you didn't want to making it scar you.
every body goes through stuff
but you tend to dwell in it
but you've gone further and you've grown up taller
your finally seeing the world in a new order.
BAM then you get hit again falling flat on your face in disgrace
and all you can do is stand there while people humiliate you.
so your back into these temporary fixes again.
come on grace wheres your head at?
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
Fought against my fears,
Until now that they have become hate,
Pushing back those tears,
I am trying my best to find ways to meet my fate.
Carrying on my shoulders a heavy pile,
I hide my broken spirit behind that smile,
Locked myself away in the room,
My whole world has been feeling gloom.
Seems like the earth and its creatures have won once again,
I will admit that its not atitude,
We are just in diffrent altitudes,
All i can do is pace myself away from your latitude,
There has always been a different maltitude...my "Dear Friend"
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC