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My StruggleSo many times Ive forgotten
that no one can see inside my mind
and see my true self
All that they can see
is my face
and my outerwardly appearance
Im judged by that alone,
before my mouth even opens
and that INFURIATES ME!!!
The Secret of Life - WIPlife isnt about waiting for the perfect conditions, the perfect day, the perfect moment, the perfect spouse, the perfect job or having the perfect life.
life is about seizing the opportunities as you see them, finding the good, the fun, and the exciting, inside of our everyday dreg through the mediocrity.
because at the end of your life, you only wish for one thing: more time
no one gets more time, its a cold, hard fact.
but the man who spent his life waiting, will probably have more regrets than the man who spent his life living
Strengthpeople that have the power to hurt me:
those i care about
those i respect
people that do not have the power to hurt me:
Favor ContractI, ______________________________________________ the undersigned first party, hereby enter into a "favor" contract with ______________________________________________, the undersigned second party.
A "favor" is described in this contract to be any deed done of goodwill without payment or compensation.
This contract states that by initating the first "favor" of the relationship between the two parties, the first party agrees to:
Return "favors" of equal value to the "favors" he or she receives from the undersigned second party. The value of the return "favor" is to be determined by the second party.
Once the initial debt has been paid back, this contract may be considered completed.
Both parties have the option to renew the contract, or amend the terms to include a timeline.
Breaking this contract will result in a dissolval of the relationship between the two signed parties.
By signing this contract, all parties agree to the above stated terms.
The Correlation Between Intelligence n DepressionIntelligent people are often sad because they will never live long enough to learn everything.
Human Virus - WIPnearly all species of plants and animal on Earth are merely organisms in a regulartory cycle in order for the Earth to be alive. Compare it to cells in our own bodies, tiny microscopic organisms living out entire lives with special purposes, each species unique, each race designed for a larger purpose, hugely important and yet completely unknown to them, specific roles necessary for the life and well being of some larger creature with its own purpose.
when these organisms gain self-awareness and go off-course, against nature's course, it causes problems for the larger organism. Compare it to cancer, one bad cell mutates, forgets it's place, then it spreads, creates more cancer cells, and just like a cancer, it doesnt need to infect the whole body to kill the larger organism, just a chunk of something vital.
Humans are a self-aware cancer of the earth, destroying her from the inside out for it's own personal gain and survival. Earth's own natural chemistry prevents the cancer from
The Tattoo - WIPi wish i could brandish your name across my heart for all time, so i could go forth barechested and shouting at the tops of my lungs to all who could hear me until there was not one person left in this world who hadnt heard of my deepest love for you. He confessed with all the passion he could muster. Taken slightly aback, she paused, she stared at him insensely, as if taking him in for the first time, then looked thoughtful for a moment, and asked "Do you really mean it?" YES! He ejaculated. I mean it with all of my heart, my imperfect human soul, every bone in my body and fiber of my being I love you. I love you more than the sunshine that lights my way, the air in my lungs, and the blood running through my veins because without you in my life I would have no use for any of these things. Life without love is no life at all. She smiled at him. A sharp burning sensation ran across his chest and he grasped at his heart abruptly and let out a surprised yelp of pain. He tore away at his g
Demon Slayer anime idea - WIPits been a long time since the barriers between this world and the demon world were cut down.. the beginning was really bad, a lot of humans died. the strongest became demon slayers, my ancestors. My family was particularly well known. My great great great great great grandfather Jigoku was legendary, its been said if it hadnt been for him, the entire human race wouldve been lost. He killed countless demons, hundreds of thousands, and his power grew so great his body was no longer completely human. A demon slayer grows stronger with every demon life he takes, a part of that demon power forever imprisoned in it's killer's body, aiding in the killing of more, stronger demons. an enternity of being insulted, the only real hell a demon can know.
lesser humans, unfortunately, become tainted by this evil power and it transforms them into some bastardized version of a demon, a human-demon hybrid, low class and unintelligent, only able to act on it's insatible urges for killing. only tho
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
Darkest MoonI celebrate my right to live;
To the dismay of some, perhaps
It should be noted
These words I write, however true
Are only portions of the moon
I’ve decide to shine light upon.
But who am I to preach respect?
Who Am I to preach equality?
An advocate for re-personification
Of the female gender
But exhibits cannibalistic characteristics
Within dark spaces.
I am a shadow
Hidden within an Eggshell, painted pink,
Waiting to hatch.
Is the darkness
The night brought upon us.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
You Were Born Missing SomethingYour skin is glazed with crystals of frost
and your heart's valves are close to
freezing shut tight
from being devoid of something
Though I am torrents of hail, whirling storms,
warm tears streaking,and tornadoes of rage
that flow uncontrollably through my veins
and out of my mouth,
every breath near you is warm
because your words are so cold
I am a natural disaster at its finest
with bones twisted in painful angles
and a crooked spine
you were born spineless
InsomniaI lay in bed at night and day dream up a world where you and I are together and all of our problems magically disappear with our first kiss and we live happily ever after. And then, like the brat that you are, you burst my "happily ever after" like a bubble with harsh words and hateful actions, like refusing to speak to me, "I dont love you's," and so many seeds of jealousy planted it should be called a garden.
...and this is why I cant sleep.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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