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Attention“Differently”Attention by bacondog
They love to use that word, those doctors and teachers. “You learn differently.” “You think differently.” “Your mind works differently.”
That’s fine when you’re grown and complacent. It’s fine for doctors who use it to keep from admitting they don’t understand it either. It’s fine for teachers who only have to follow instructions on a note from a doctor or parent. When you’re a kid though, it’s never enough, and it never will be. It makes as much sense as “Because I said so.” You’re a child. You want to know. You want to understand.
How am I different? They tell me about attention deficit disorder, or ADD; about how I can’t focus. They talk like I’m going to understand that; like I know what is normal. But they may as well be explaining colors to a blind man. I’ve never been normal, so you can’t just tell me I’m “different”
WorthyLook at my hands. Don't glance, but look.Worthy by bacondog
These hands tell far greater a tale than any book, just look.
The cuts, calluses, and stains are proof of my pains,
And the holes for a figurative nail, my grief, explains.
Figurative, but still somehow litteral. For my woes can be biblical.
For my woes are the worst I have felt, and have made me cynical.
My unforgivable sins. They haunt me, those misdeeds.
My creed is to you God, and in this world of wants and needs
I need you.
I need forgiveness, for I have sinned and I know I shall sin. I will sin again,
As the storm follows the wind so too does my weakness lead my sin.
Sin loves me God. And help me, I don't want to love it back.
I'm under attack and these enemies are within me.
I have doubts and and I fear you. I fear what you mean.
I fear love, and I fear you because I have loved and lost.
And you are love, and I know what love can cost.
My currency is time and I am running out steadily.
I will serve you readily, but never perfectly becaus
She is LiesHow cruel, the teases she so callously sends to my doorstep; caressing my heart with lustering pulchritude, till all my sense and reason render impotent. And in those miserable spaces where my intellect recompense I ask, “Did she ever truly love me?” My wit does chant its antiphon clearly into my ear. “She is lies, and she is beautiful.” And what is more beautiful than a lie? From the time man rose from all the creatures and gained soul and sentience, he has lied. Once a child learns to commune, so too does it learn to lie. It is the unique trait of man to ask others what he does not understand; and the first question asked was answered with a lie. A beautiful lie. And he was given her. She who is lie. She who is suffering. She who is beautiful. Man was given the world.She is Lies by bacondog
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I'm just trying to be a good man, and hoping I do what's right. Simple, but by no means easy.
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