Have you ever wondered what hell was like?
No. You’ve only experienced paradise.
Fuck the thought that brought the ideology
Of an afterlife.
What about the man that lost his wife
Due to some genetic creature of life.
Evolutionary biology, one hell of a strife.
Continue spreading lies until all lives will dive.
Protect the rights of the unborn; your alibi?
Oh, are you too worried that a fetus is alive?
Then why do you dismiss the ones that cry?
Wanting only help so they can get by?
Hopeless in life; do you wish them to die?
Humanity is null, your god is only paper.
All that matters, is if you are made safer.
You care only for your own profit,
So create your own prophet.
Not a messiah that states,
“Treat all like yourselves,”
You wouldn’t wish you dead,
Yet your lies pour like a faucet,
Still you deem that others have lost it.
Life must be nice that you to get to savor
The privileges of white dominated behavior.
not end when Death cradles a soul like a newborn shortly after their departure
from their Earthly life. No, far different. And religion had it wrong from their
inception; all religion, and all beliefs had it wrong. There is no paradise,
there is no joy for those that lived a fruitful and gracious life. Unity,
bliss, pain, and comfort are all just cycled emotions that are cast upon from
the Wardens that control the afterdeath, as it is difficult to consider it
life. People wander the land of Alyselden as broken spirits, only to be fodder
to the Wardens of the world: The Warden of Justice, The Warden of Wickedness, The
Warden of Solitude, and The Warden of Harmony.
of Harmony is almost laughable as its goal is to harmonize all spirits that
walk this realm. The reason for its position to be in such a mockery of state
is that all spirits derive from the human realm, and humanity is not known for
its harmony. The few that cared to live peacefu…
This sounds absurd
Unlike what you may have heard.
Giving that my vision is blurred
Hell, even my speech is slurred,
Seriously, I'm not under the influence, sir.
Happens that some bird
Instantly dropped a turd
That's what caused this to occur.
May I be honest with you?
What I'm about to tell you is rather true,
That I do struggle with a drug or two
So I can sleep and not wake up past noon.
While it'd be nice to call me lazy
For my time spent in bed. I'm actually hazy,
Lost in an ecliptic struggle that's known as my mind,
Every time I wake I'm feeling mentally blind
And I just can't unwind.
I feel like I'm in this never ending bind,
Making my nights combined
With liquor and pills
That'll calm the chills
I know I'll wake every morning
There's no need for mourning.
These aren't the drugs that'll fuck me up.
They're just making me sane,
Making it possible to explain
That this worldly domain
Isn't lived in vain.
It's just a shame
That this is what I have to do to not be insane.
Have you ever stared into the eyes of the dead
when your thoughts have said that you were
bred to be haunted by these thoughts of suicide?
When you feel that those thoughts define how you
should be defied, feeling like you've been crucified
or brutalized by your inner conscience, telling you
that you're worthless, that there's no point in workin'
or breathin', that all are just deceivin' you. And
how you would much rather eat a bullet to neutralize
those thoughts that paralyze you from succeedin'.
That you're no better than a heathen in the eyes of
a Christian. Just some parasite, feedin' on the
food that others need to be alive. You feel that you
have no right to thrive, that you'd be better off
if you took a dive, but then feel ashamed so you
have to disguise the mental struggle and it's just
so fucking hard to survive, because all you want
to do is apologize for taking up space that some
other life that should have replaced you, and whil…
This is hard.
I'm trying to write a poem of the pain of the past,
but alas, I strain my brain trying to explain,
the pain, like a broken glass window pane.
But the truth is, that time has passed and this poem
makes it sound like I owe them the right to a voice.
So I pretend on my end that I'm angry and try
to force some thoughts of what happened to me
like it's some astronomical catastrophe,
but really its those events and pain that gave me the
Self gain and respect that's made me this crazy
And I wouldn't trade it.
I can go on a tangent where I say "just let me
Vent," That these words were sent with the mission
To represent all those that suffered like in some
Convent, but my suffering is mine alone so I
Don't need a clone speaking with the same tone
like some recording on the phone. My past is
Unique, just like yours, so there's no need to
seek someone to speak what you think, for your
Voice is louder and prouder than you think and
I've spoken with many people about the great opportunity that came from this. I never anticipated to ever have a college life. My family always told me to just start working to sustain myself, but when you are someone that lives for the arts, you don't care to sustain life, you want to create a purpose beyond a family. Here's to my BA that I hope to achieve before summer of 2017.
You said we would be friends for eternity, But here I lay, wallowing in misery. Like a clepto, the world steals lives from me You were no exception. Another casualty. My thoughts trail back into our inception; What created this bond? A competition. Skill arcades, that bore no repetition. T’was when we met, after cashed tuition. Years since you left, still I think all the same; That I was blessed, with a friend in your name. Your loss was enough to drive me insane, Left me hopeless and wished for one final game. Your memories still linger, and your joy was well wanted, So do me one last favor, friend, and please keep me haunted.
In here I wanted to share an essay I wrote about Thomas Hobbes and how if he would have lived in a period where England wasn't in a civil war, he would have viewed the same results.
would state that war reveals just how primitive humanity really is.
When an individual has views different than those of one's own,
conflict often arises. Thomas Hobbes argued that humanity is savage
by nature, thus in the need of governing as the only other
alternative is chaos. Within this governing state it is in the best
interest of all people to follow the rule of the head that controls,
unless it is at the cost of lives. Only then should the people rise
to reestablish order and end tyranny. There is reason to believe that
Thomas Hobbes' views were influenced by the English Civil War and the
rift in religious beliefs. Still, even if Thomas Hobbes had lived in
a time of peace, there is reason to believe that the concept of
Leviathan would have still existed and…
I received some really great news I received from my campus. I was asked and offered a position on being a judge for a poetry and short story competition held by the campus community. It's a great add-on to my resume, and I'm looking forward to seeing many people's work.
do you go? Puffins,
foul to swallow. With
your beak, I was sparked with curiosity; I
followed with delight, With
words not meek, you are an atrocity, You
left me to gripe. Puffins,
did you come? Puffins,
is, we are done. You
cannot swim, you shrivel and prune, The
taste I cannot bare, Like
a trash bin, rotting food in June; Never
again, this I swear.
The Darkest Hour The darkest hour
doesn't come in the dead of night, But
the moment we lose the will to fight Where
we forget what is right And
lose sight Which
then brings a blight That
takes away the light that shines bright Causing
fright that leads to hate and eventually spite. Our
darkest hour comes when we lose hope. When
we can no longer cope Like
a tightrope Afraid
to fall down the slope So
we sit in darkness, in agony, and mope.
trickles of rain cast upon my body, That
feeling of cleanliness and refreshing zest; I
scrub gently, with soap upon my breast. When
the droplets stop, I feel an oddity. Why
now must the sharks of brown cry? The
moment that I far from dry, A
true inconvenience To
allow this deliverance.