Logic on paper,
secrets in heart,
mind filled with data;
it tears you apart.
Alone, pushed away
by all that are normal
due to what they say;
though you are amoral.
The world is wrong,
yet you'll still save it;
even when you don't belong,
you refuse to quit.
Trying to reduce you to their level
because of the difference,
not wanting you to be special,
needing to change your preference.
Ignorance is bliss,
they once said,
but they still don't miss
the way you're afraid.
Different in every aspect
of thoughts and feelings both,
they only want to collect
the fruits without any growth.
They fear what they know nothing of,
but they condemned the one to explain
that simply staying, not going forth,
will make delusions remain.
And each and every man,
no matter how great,
will one day give up on his plan,
letting his being fade.
One day, we'll remember though, I guarantee,
what you've done and what you've lost,
how they've wronged you,
and those like you will be free
thanks to your major breakthrough.
Such a shame that you can't see it,
but even separated by centuries,
we feel your love and hurt,
we know your secret,
and you live on in our memories.
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Poems
PoetryWhile in English exists only one word for it, the ancient Greeks with their aim for self-understanding and knowledge found eight different varieties of love that we might all experience at some point: 1. Eros (Erotic love) - represents the idea of s...
