Phoebe Hynes
Phoebe Hynes
Dec 28, 2016

It appears that every middle aged woman,
feels the need to drink decaf coffee religiously,
all day,
without a jolt.
Is it a habit they couldn’t break,
from the time when they were a caffeine fiend?  
or
Is it simply because Americanos,
just,
frick them up?

Every woman who requests such an order,
has the same short perm-curl-like hairstyle,
and a similar quiet,
passive aggressive attitude.
With,
“I’m not a soccer mom”
slithering through,
the cracks of their teeth,
from the discomfort in their
elementary-school-picture-day smile.

Maybe I’m unobservant
and it’s actually just the same woman,
who comes in often tending to her routine,
of,
chain-downing decaf Americanos.

I might just be too vigilant lately,
and the idea,
of similar people,
indulging in such café party fouls,
is a threat,
and a punch in my,
perfectly pressed,
espresso shot.

Acacia
Acacia
Nov 12, 2016

Is watching a human die the same as an animal?
Does it depend on the type of animal?
Maybe we just sympathize more because we are humans and
If we were to see a fish die we wouldn’t see it’s last breath in a puff.

There has to be a reason, something significant,
For us to feel when someone breaks or dies.
I remember the way his body twirled between the train and the ledge
And I wondered, when did his soul leave him?

Did he regret it when he felt the sharp, intense sting
jolt through his whole being?
The bystander stood there, looking and viewing,
frozen because he wasn’t used to seeing death.

There’s a concept and a theory of death
and of why we’re affected.
But if someone were to kill a fly it’s so trivial because flies are annoying
but if someone were to kill a dog then that person is a psychopath.

Do we have our priorities right?
If that’s the case, then we’re all murderers.
Someone showed me a graph to voice
why we see those things as trivial.

The obvious answer was emotional attachment
but somewhere, someone else said solitude
and commitment.

Sort of a part two to Mankind's Habit. I had it apart of Mankind's Habit but then I decided to separate it and continue the person's story... let's name him Noah. Yeah, Noah sounds about right. It's not the best or my best but ... it gets the job done.
Maxine
Maxine
Nov 8, 2016

I miss you out of habit. I still find myself searching for your eyes and yearning for your touch even though we are no longer a we. It's just a you and a me now. It has always been so hard for me to deal with change, I always end up reaching across the other side of the bed, always thinking my fingers would still come across yours. I have spent so much of my heart loving you that I failed to see I would end up clawing at the air you used to warm with your presence and staring at blank spaces where you used to be. I miss you out of habit, the habit being us, but that habit has proven itself to be a bad one so we ceased to exist and we were replaced with untouched hands and empty spaces.

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DivineDao
DivineDao
Nov 9, 2016

When you're right you are the majority of one. ~ Ralph W ..Emerson



Fascinated with the irrational non violent part of the world.
They swore on the mossy jade gray grave of their ancestors to always vote non rational. To avoid violets in unpleasant dying shades. That tuesday they even invented a cunning slogan: "When roses are in bloom, my spaceship goes ka-boom!"

This took them to many places. Abroad. Skydiving. Honolulu wave floating flowery delights. Many smoothies. Gems. Glitter. Noblesse novelty. Swift pleasurable trips to Jupiter and its moons. To collect the magic dust for eternal youth. To chat with those old chaps on Uranus about the trendy hierarchy among celestial bodies over a pint of that fabulous interstellar foamy cream dream.

In the fancy Jupiter Eye area they were really excited to met Wonderful azure and pink divas of undisputable deep wisdom; who claimed that Any Reasonable Questions of any value worth discussing are Futuristic in their Super coordial nature.

Super imposed hyper realities were the topic of most relevance ... when suddenly ... out of the thin dark matter superliciously slick space craft materialized on one of Saturn's rings and started broadcasting 5th- 125th -Dimensional heavenly divine music. It was the Supreme Healing Antheme - "The infinity healing song" directly transmitted from the galactic center of the Divine Milky Way in coproduction with Glittery Andromeda. The galactic radio stuff were happily taking a brake from the usual hectic program and was having a relaxed time telling half completed stories around the campus fires.

First tale was about a very personal journey through mists, fortunes and unfortunes laid through disappointments which can be called awakenings. Magical and mystical experiences were attainable only to the initiated ones. So the ears listening were fewer than a handful of sands laying around unknowingly innocent on Costa Rica sandy beaches.

We have never heard the sequel part of this amazing tale fulfilled with beauty, advantures and dangerous minds exploring the new frontiers ... we were lulled to oblivion sleep with cosmic chimes ... so we never caught the immense importance of ... something about they wanted to reduce.

Since they forged and burnt down the ingenious plan for the energy resources equally shared between galactic citizens, science is totally helpless. Flailing. The paradigm of evidence is choking on its basic premises of hyperproduction. Unproductive ideas were flawed with the lack of control over objective realities.  For overcoming this terrible dis-ease, modern tribes used neurolinguistical experimental dance upon electrified wires which was exactly the Shamans Argument for succesful leading lives within the realm of the virtual comunion.

Cohesion, strenght, disperesed centralised focus and liberty ideals of such bondings were overflowing and beyond total supervision of the contemporary android policies. Refined logic and politeness were opposing discs on the shelf of reciprocity law of cosmic karma. So ... many beings were starting to glow with inner beauty emanating telepathic messages of love sharing and respecting other living beings lifes and their prosperity, blissfully healed with Heavenly Divine Infinite Song.

It was wild, bio versatile ecstatic dance bursting with fresh ideas and translucent emotions. Beings were constantly in love, falling in love and ascending towards Unifieing Field of Love. Reinpowering the realm of Imagination. Manifesting goodness. Various styles of love, art, ecology and anarchy were brothers and sisters in arms. This was regularly happening on '''´The Brightest Planet of Living Mysteries. Self exploration for a human: A conscious one-harmony voice living in pleasant bounty with all other consciousnesses was the new moral maxim. They'd do also Everything for the Happy ~go forward into the light thing!

Pro bono ... Truly transforming society ~ Enchanting Pure Love Divi
riwa
riwa
Oct 31, 2016

you are a habit
i'm not willing to break yet

(10.31.16)
Diána Bósa
Diána Bósa
Oct 11, 2016

Breaking the habit by breaking the heart
inch by inch, gaze by gaze: it's
a dark matter of time.

#love   #heartbreak   #time   #habit   #gaze   #kimo  
Julieta Aurelio
Julieta Aurelio
Oct 8, 2016

Ju : bye.
Junior : bye?
Ju : yeah. They say it takes 21 days to get rid of a bad habit. Tomorrow is day one. So for now, bye.
Junior : what bad habit?
Ju : you.


People too, can be bad habits.

Day 1.
My brain kept yelling at my heart, asking her to stop weeping over a love she won’t receive. Brain warned heart and heart didn’t listen. The rest of my body tried ignoring this Civil War, attempting to find ways to keep me busy. Heart wept so much it worried Brain to spending the night numb to everything but my ears just to make sure Heart wouldn’t give in and stop pumping blood or convince Lungs to stop breathing.

Day 2.
I spent my day locked up in my room browsing the Internet and having consecutive naps but you kept running in my mind and weighing me down. You are the reason I am weak, not the lack of food. I went to see my best friend at dawn because you shout in my mind and stab my heart when it gets dark and I was actually afraid of being by myself. I couldn’t witnesses parts of me fighting because of you all night again. I kept thinking of how I shouldn’t be thinking of you. My mind is very upset with my heart.

Day 3.
* I spent the day with my friends and we danced all day and you weren’t in my mind until a handsome guy came my way and all I could talk to him was about you. I thought I was getting cured but it seems that my mind is playing a cruel joke on me.

Day 4.
My knuckles are bloody from all the ways I tried to stop myself from texting you. Eventually, I had to delete your numbers and block you from every social network to stop myself from talking to you.

Day 5: I saw my doctor today. I have to go to Pretoria for "further mental evaluation." *It seems like you did more damage than I had presumed.


Day 6 : We could have been so much better together. I was ready to grow in love with you. I don’t understand how one can fear commitment or love itself so awfully. Am I the only one who felt the fire we make?

Day 7 : I found myself thinking of you with other girls. I feel sorry for them. You will look for me in every girl you come across. I am not replaceable. They will find pieces of me left behind inside of you along their attempts to love you, they will keep bumping into me.

Day 8 : I talked to your brother today. He said you say I’m a warrior and you are happy I’ve moved on but really, I am weak. I could cry an entire ocean into existence and swim across it if that would bring you back into my life. I am not without you.

Day 9 : I laughed without you today.

Day 10 : when I woke up, you weren’t the first thing on my mind. I fell asleep on mother’s lap.

Day 11 : I stopped wearing your t-shirt to bed.

Day 12 : maybe I love her more than I think I love you.

Day 13 : I spent the whole day in your t-shirt listening to our favourite album and cried whenever our favourite parts played. I’ve forgotten how your touch feels but your scent still quivers up my nostrils when I hold onto myself for long enough.

Day 14 : Maybe we will meet again next life time. Maybe it will work out next life time. Maybe I should get out of bed, take off your shirt, take a shower and have a warm meal. Maybe I will lay here in the dark until you return.

Day 15 : I remember the night you kissed my neck and carved “forever” on my left thigh with your finger tips.

Day 16 : I miss you quiet terribly.

Day 17 : How long does a human being go without food or water again?

Day 18 : I cry but the tears don’t come out anymore. I cry in silence. Mother begged me to have Mac and Cheese. I asked for coffee instead. Two sugars, no milk. Just the way you like it.

Day 19 : My mind won’t let me rest. My mind is trying to find you. You promised me forever. I’m still here. Where are you now?

Day 20 : I finally got out of bed for a shower. I put your shirt back on. I cannot let it get washed. Too much of what I had with you has been washed away already.

Day 21.
I swept the piles of our memories together in a neat lump behind my heart. I am expecting your visit.


Day 22.
I can never get rid of you, darling. I am still waiting.


Day 50 : Maybe I was too much.

DAY 183...
this 21 days of getting rid of a bad habit is a whole lot of bullshit.


Day 257.
I miss you so much. And these pills... They just... They;re just not you... I can not, I am not without you. I can not go on, not anymore. So this is the end. I’m getting rid of, because I can’t you, myself. At least I know for sure, when your time comes, our skulls will lay together six feet below everyone breathing. Live in peace, darling

I didn't die / dated 20141113
Mane Omsy
Mane Omsy
Sep 18, 2016

Their situations count
They aren't immortals
Wives caring husbands
Parents loving children
Teachers kind to students
Leaders leading companions

Good ones hope for good
And lie to keep it secret
Enjoy your life without it
You will never feel it wrong
Until you scratch their safe
And lead a miserable life

Lying is never a filthy matter
Lie for good coz everyone lies

Yes, no shame to lie..  but for good only
#trust   #truth   #good   #people   #bad   #lie   #habit   #public   #behavior  
Renee 'Wisera'
Renee 'Wisera'
Aug 19, 2016

How did I become such a loser
Perspective
How can I make my life better
Discipline
How can I get all this done
Habit
How long can I go on
Persistence

Tehreem
Tehreem
Aug 14, 2016

There are pieces of me in you
As I have of your pieces in me
Completely incomplete like you
You are equally divided like me
Half moon in the consummated skies
Unfinished dream in my doleful eyes
Distant face all I see is you
Missing person is just me
I speak nothing except you
You wasted valued time on me
My favourite story is always you
When your repulsive habit was me

Half heaven. Half hell.
#dream   #time   #story   #you   #me   #nothing   #missing   #pieces   #habit   #incomplete  
 
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