#different

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  • kingbeyondthewall 1d

    Ocean is blue like always,
    but it feels different...
    Sands are sand as they ever were,
    now it feels different...
    You're not mine, as never before.
    But now it feels different..
    I once thought i would never feel this way for anyone,
    But now it feels different..
    ©kingbeyondthewall

  • devilfish 1w

    Blaze

    I touch a sunset and it’s warmth
    Freezes as it is my still memory
    Washed out in cool tones
    Indistinct and undefined
    Can I find my home?
    I call out of the conch it echoes as my home is hollowed
    My hollow home
    My heart as it follows it crashes like a comet into my throat
    I’ve always wandered the shadows of thought all alone
    These words comfort me because without these pages to translate my soul they can be there so at least you can if you want to find this one place
    Then welcome back
    I write so my thoughts don’t scare me with unfamiliar concepts
    I don’t want the truth to haunt my morning depth
    Coffee cakes and daisy’s midnight breath
    In between wires sparking my steps
    It’s not going to be of value if it doesn’t resonate in your head as something you can understand and it’s just like I’m stressed
    I’m a mess
    I’ve seen dark days
    I must confess I pray at the feet of my passion and love to see these things livened with ink and my thoughts that dance like flames behind my eyes
    Dancing inside as tired as I am wise
    Crystalline cracks up and down your white pearly composure and time to think over is all that I need tenderness will be my green clover
    Just get here, I’d like it if you’d just come over
    Come over
    Start over…

  • prisonofpoetryy 2w

    Im longing for your touch ... Not the sensual one .. the one where your arms are wrapped around me ...
    Protecting me from everything and everyone else...
    The one I call home .


    ©prisonofpoetryy

  • truevibes 2w

    I will not die. It's the world that's going to end.

    - Anonymous

  • icarus18 2w

    Khaista..

    Somedays I am extrovert cheerful, happy and energetic... Spreading my energy and vibes to others making them smile and enjoy the moment..
    Somedays I am an introvert gloomy, sad, wanting to hide cuddled up in corner, not be bothered...
    Somedays I am hurt, yet smile anyhow.. Over thinking things, overwhelmed with too many emotions.. Times as such I write, about all the unease, frustration, anxiety, fear.. My words are all gloomy and painful.. Angry on things I can't control, angry on myself for not being able to keep my emotions in check..
    Somedays I am strung up tight, fighting with traitor tears to not let them slip easily.. Sometimes I succeed, sometimes I don't.. When I succeed I feel numb for a while, throat all clogged up and raw just to keep myself from screaming... Jaw set tight to keep myself from speaking something hurtful..
    But at times I slip.. I let that facade of being strong slip, I cry myself to sleep, I break things, punch the walls say hurtful things when angry.. There are also days when I can't put a smile on anyone's face nor mine.. There are days when I just want to sit in a corner away from everyone but still being held by someone..
    There are days when everything seems beautiful, I forgive quickly no matter how offensive the things are.. I make everyone around me smile, draw, sing while in shower or in the kitchen while making something delicious... When every little things make me happy.. And a cup of tea brings a smile to my face.. When I call almost everyone, talk to them, make them laugh and bid goodbye..
    But what I find strange is why everyone prefers me who is always smiling.. Why no one wants to understand the other parts of me.. Why am I always there for everyone no matter in what frame they are.. Why am I called a nuisance when I stay away from everyone and talk less..
    Somedays I am like the brightest Sun,
    Somedays I am pale like the moon...
    Somedays I am pleasant like the autumn wind..
    Somedays I am cold like winter frost bite...
    And Somedays I am just a mere human, a friend, a sister, a daughter, a lover, tending to the needs of my people, Iistening helping them cope with there problems, trying to help them as much as possible, trying to lessen there burden by just being there..
    ©icarus18

  • sheikh_huzaifa 3w

    Loog kehtay hai
    Mere qismat bohat achi hai
    Jo mil sakta na aasani say
    Wo b mil jata hai
    Tumharay aanay say
    Par humai kuch na pata
    Hai toh hum qismat walay
    Par logu ko kuch alag hi qismat nazar aati hai
    Loog kehtay hai.....
    #luck #lucky #different #nice #poetry #life #people #tell #lives #World #nature #innocent #positivity #pod #wod #mirakee #share

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    ©sheikh_huzaifa

  • tiwarianushka17 3w

    When you think of sunflowers what you see?
    A ground holding thousands of yellow me,
    I betcha your imagination is incomplete without the sun,
    To be an ideal sunflower sun is the basic you summon.
    Let me tell you a little secret of mine,
    I really don't like that sun and it's egoistic shine.
    But when with this I confronted my family,
    My mom cried claiming I bring disgrace to the sunflower valley.
    She told me how a good sunflower always looks up to it,
    It has no identity of it's own just a mould in which it's ought to fit.
    She wished me good night as the sun slowly set,
    But I didn't want to sleep or to make that fire ball my fate.
    The whole valley slept but I bloomed with all my grace,
    And for the first time in my life I saw moon's bright face.
    I feel happy to be the master of my days and my night,
    I am the only sunflower who smiles in the moon light.
    ©tiwarianushka17

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    #Different #selflove #sunflower #moon @writersnetwork @miraquill @writersnetwark

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    The Sun-Flower

    ©tiwarianushka17

  • peachgirl_ 3w

    You know what matters!
    Bring peace to others even you're living between chaos
    Being kind to others even you met a lot of cruel people
    Giving happiness even it's your last smile with them
    That's the character of life which makes you different from the world...


    ©peachgirl_

  • truevibes 4w

    Sherlock Holmes in a Dream

    Last night, I dreamt that I was Sherlock Holmes.
    However, I couldn't identify a software designer by his tie or an airline pilot by his left thumb.
    Neither could I tell the size of a kitchen from a piece of sun kissed paper.
    I wasn't a junkie who solved crimes as an alternative to getting high.

    I was a man who looked at the surroundings and felt rage on seeing obsolete education, biased opportunities, childish parents, dispassionate politicians, demotivating teachers, improper roads, nature killers, sky-rocketing prices, weakling lovers, and the list goes on.
    If you ask me why, I cannot give you an exact answer.
    It is like a reflex with me, just like with the detective when it came to observing.
    There's way too much input and I cannot help but feel deep rage in my bones.
    I feel utterly helpless to see how shattered my country has become,
    And how complete it could actually be.

    Then again, everyone always thought that Sherlock Holmes was a fraud disguised as a genius.
    I for one am neither a fraud nor a genius.
    I don't even have a friend like John Watson telling me to take it easy.
    All I am is a guy who has stupid dreams.

    ©truevibes

  • truevibes 4w

    Love is a One point Five.

    Don't know if this makes sense. Just wanted to share my view.

    #love #different #nonsensical @writersnetwork

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    Love is a transaction between two entities
    With each entity sharing half of everything
    And eventually emerging as one.
    So, I guess it would be fair to say that love is two becoming one.
    I have a slightly different perception regarding love.

    I feel that love is a One point Five (1.5)
    With each half adding value to the existing one,
    Thus making the one slightly greater,
    Slightly weirder,
    Partly complex,
    Yet quite simple.

    ©truevibes

  • perdu1992 5w

    DIFFERENT OR SIMILAR UNDER DIFFERENT SKIN

    Skin ,layer after layer
    Is sheltering the real me
    Who am I there?
    A beatific light
    Or an inevitable darkness
    I hear many mumblings
    Don't know which one to follow
    Each voice is alluring me
    But what will be it's destination ?
    How will I end?
    A part of me wants to wipe your tears
    Fill your voids
    Be the missing pieces of your puzzle
    Share and care
    Multiply the beautiful memories
    But it's not the only part
    Few murmur desires to paint you red
    Bleed you to death
    Hear the ending of your heartbeats
    Witness your breath vanishing into thin air
    While choking you
    Enjoy your plea in this slow death
    Give away the pain
    I got once
    For being a human
    We all are a murderer
    Every hand is stained
    Of blood and words
    For this I want to slit you away
    To know whom you are hiding within
    Are we different
    Or similar under different skin

    ©Meghna1992

  • ions0206 5w

    Different

    "Maybe our thoughts & taste
    Are not same but our heart
    Are connected and we both
    Know what we want from
    Each other which is very
    Rare now days.. "
    ©ions0206

  • mantasha131 5w

    It takes nothing to join the crowd
    It takes everything to stand alone
    ©mantasha131

  • kritu_22 6w

    Your mother tongue,
    is my optional.
    You are best at it.
    Am worst.

    But for our talk,
    I speak it broken.
    Steps to connect,
    isn't confidence first?

    ©kritu_22

  • red_wave_oceans 6w

    Pages left blank describe my emotions,
    My heart churns due to a poorly mixed potion,
    The witches brew, such a concoction,
    Filled with desire and one lethal toxin,
    I fear it's too late, she already built my coffin
    ©red_wave_oceans

  • bushbaby 6w

    •The Black Sheep•

    You stand separate from the crowd.

    Your skin speaks for you; it speaks loud,
    Devoid of color, a deadly sign,
    That your destiny's destined for demise.
    You stand ugly, next to the flock,
    Your features are a warning bell; the devil's mark, shut doors and a frozen clock,
    And your every wrong step is evidence,
    That they exercise, in not shooting you down, benevolence,
    Out of the goodness of their painted skins.

    They cry about the beauty of difference,
    Yet your difference is different; it's a grievance,
    Don't you know your way's been predicted, apprehended,
    Your inevitable doom, by the words of some colour-blind fools?
    You did not ask to be faced with their frowns,
    When your odd frame stood too short for their inherited golden crowns,
    You did not wish to be labeled a disgrace,
    Or against your will, become a symbol; a story to recall, to advise on some cheap mistake.

    In a field of white, you've been rejected.
    You long to feel accepted, but they said stay away, you're infected;
    Infected with their ideals, infected with their hate, maybe,
    Who decides that white is unblemished,
    That black can't be warmth, can't be kindness, can't be loyalty?
    You do not need to paint yourself white,
    To win that race or lose that fight,
    For the whole flock gazes up at the same sky,
    And the sun and the moon and the twinkling of the night;
    Does it really matter, when the day ends, if your coat's a little less light?

    Isn't that the truth, that when the dusk falls,
    Colors and voids look the same, stripped down to a man's choice?
    When the darkness settles, it won't be clear, the color of your skin,
    But the strength of your voice will ring out; your choices, and your inborn spirit.

    You stand separate from the crowd.

    Your skin speaks for you, it speaks loud;
    Muddy with endurance, and hardened by strife,
    They tried to break you, but the damage merely made you wise;
    Wise enough to know you could live just as well as them, stuck on your side of the tracks,
    Though they stand pristine and polished,
    And you stand alone, laden with cracks.

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    #oddoneout #blacksheep #rejected #roughlife #wrongtracks #different #motivational #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork

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    The Black Sheep - your skin speaks for you;
    it speaks loud


    ©bushbaby

  • a_gentilischi 7w

    Wishing you a wonderful birthday, Purva! ������������ @heartsease




    9 AM
    Friday
    11th June 2021


    I won’t pretend to understand her
    The flights of fancies she gets
    Tumbling out of bed in the morning
    Hair that hasn’t touched a hairbrush in days
    She might not have brushed her teeth yet
    She might still in be baggy PJs
    But I know she’ll be here

    This sweet girl
    Who loves me so much
    That she can’t spend a day without me
    Just me and her
    And a stray piece of notepaper
    Lounging in the bed
    As we spin dazzling dreams
    Or tantalizing tragedies
    Of love and loss
    And hurts and hopes

    This is how we become one
    On the white expanses of sheets
    Filling them with words
    Sometimes wet with tears
    Sometimes warm with joy

    I know she thinks that these days are hell
    When home is a harrowing prison
    And the world has refused to spin
    But at least we still have each other
    So I shall be content within

    I’ll love her till my ink runs out
    Then she’ll find another just like me
    I wonder how I’ll live then
    Half dead and buried in debris
    In the depths of her wastepaper basket
    Which is raging endless sea

    But her hastily scribbled out beauties
    Will live forever and bloom free
    Blossoms of gold and violet
    And my own blood’s filigree


    ~Extracted from the diary of a pen~



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    ©a_gentilischi

  • red_wave_oceans 7w

    Anxiety

    Why do I feel worthless?
    Why doesn't it feel worth it?
    Why do I have to be so darn different?
    I'm unique and incomplete,
    I have anxiety all the time,
    Even when I wake,
    When I stop and take a break,
    When I sleep and I when I eat,
    Even in the streets,
    In stores or a park,
    This anxiety is sharp,
    It stabs me in the heart and makes me fall apart,
    I can't catch a break unless I'm the one breaking,
    I don't know why but it won't go away,
    I fight this curse every single day,
    All I want is a couple good days
    ©red_wave_oceans

  • patrick13 7w

    Eyes

    Sometimes when I close my eyes I can't see
    ©patrick13

  • shamein555 7w

    So many people wear masks
    So many Different Faces
    What's real and what's fake
    Lost in the different masks all around

    ©shamein555