I guess, I exist
the faint me
didn't enter all exits.
A bit less
my life's a mist
no need to flee
Bull in the China shopI don't know if finding someone
is an option for me.
Like the bull in a china shop
I was meant to be
with no one.
Because I break them,
others' beautiful core -
no more I want to see red:
color of blood and love.
No, Mommy Does Not Love You.No, of course I don’t love you.
Here is the reason why.
You’re like a stomach flu.
But you’ll never die.
You were born of men.
Who violated me as they do.
If only I had stopped them.
If I could have just flew,
And got away from those,
That only seek to destroy.
I was inside their throws.
They had ignored my ploy.
I had to carry you around.
For a very long time, boy.
I felt like that I would drown.
Just so that you would enjoy.
Feasting upon my own food.
Stealing from my own diet.
To be one of my own brood.
And you’d never be quiet.
After you had been born.
During, as I should say.
My body had been torn.
On that very same day.
All you would do is cry.
And shower the room with ilk.
No matter what I would try.
You stole my precious milk.
For years you pestered me.
And took what was mine.
But now I shall be free.
And don’t you ever whine.
Now I shall do as I can.
To so proudly proclaim.
That because you are a man.
You’ll only be the same.
Free WillFree Will.
Is free will a devout gift or a curse?
Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse?
Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse?
Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first?
Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse?
Could this world of ours get any worse?
Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive.
But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive.
But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive.
Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are contrasting and conflictive.
Without free will our actions and thoughts would be controlled and predictive.
But with this gift our proceedings maybe considered as harmful and afflictive.
Of course free will does has have it's varied betterments.
This advantage allows us to direct and assert our developing intelligence.
Despite using this intelligence for morally
This is my phone....
This is my phone,
there's many like it, but this one is mine,
my phone is my best friend, it is my life,
I must master it as I master my life.
Without me it is useless, without my phone I am useless
I will dial my phone true
I must text faster than my brethren
who is trying to contact me, I must text them before they text me....I will.
My phone and myself know what counts in society is not the data we receive
Not the tweets we get,
The reblogs on tumblr, nor the likes on facebook.
Knowing the message is sent that counts.
We will send
My phone is human, even as I, because it is my life
Thus I learn it as a brother, learn its glitches, the specs,
its cameras, the download and upload speeds.
I will ever guard it against weather and damage
I will keep my screen clean and fingerprint free
As I am clean and fingerprint free
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before my family I make this promise
My phone and myself are free to do as w
Heart On My SleaveHeart On My Sleeve.
Fabric keeps its distance.
Clothing unstitches upon contact.
Insulation offers little assistance.
My exposed skin refuses to interact.
Veins pump overtly.
Hair grows assertively.
Impossible to protect.
My true coating unveiled.
Clothing refuses to intersect.
Immunity has failed.
Susceptible and sensitive.
My wrapper has been removed.
Useless and ineffective.
Wounds interrupt the smooth.
The king of hearts has dealt.
With this hand I can never win.
Every emotion felt.
Against my unsheltered skin.
I wear my heart on my sleeve I cant help it.
Every feeling manifested, I have felt it.
Try to express how I feel with a felt tip.
But my defence decreases with every slight nip.
Beasts WithinThe monsters within are calling me,
All of them wanting to be free,
It's hard to control,
Even though it's my role,
To serve and protect,
What more from me can you expect?
Long, sharp claws,
Fierce, biting jaws,
If I can't control my powers,
I'll easily be devoured.
I might as well give in,
Let my monsters win,
Without them, I'm not tough,
Because I'm not strong enough,
I can't do it alone,
I can't fight on my own...
But maybe I don't need to,
For the girl in blue, feels it too,
So we'll continue to fight,
Because we know it's right,
The scariest kind of monsters are inside you,
But together, we'll make it through.