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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
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
Oxtails (Collab w/ TwilightPoetess)Somewhere between oxen and orchid,
where cattails and foxgloves wilt and weep
at the parting of another fleeing day
and stormed cloud-castles mutiny
against the weight of the rocksalt moon;
somewhere between flightless and fading,
where faery circles and dandelion crowns fall--
somewhere, beneath bark mosaiced with age,
you will siphon the remains of my heart--
churned smooth by false hope’s abuse--
into dehydrated dirt that groans for it.
I will clot the crumbling veins of anthills
with the iron debris that was once us,
until I become orchid or foxglove once more.
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.
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