Today I saw that the government is
Debating whether to join the fight.
Again.
What do I know of strife?
The greatest anger I've felt is
Perhaps when my sister steals my slice of cake.
A "slice of cake" that maybe some other country
Wants terribly bad.
But can't fight.
The playing ground motives are the same.
The effect is magnified.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 6:41 AM UTC
If I was the supreme lord of the universe
I wouldn't hide in waiting.
If I had all the knowledge and foresight
I would share it.
Wars were fought and pain felt
For a cause known, but a reason not.
Wars are fought and we were still hurt
Always for a cause that was known,
but the underlying reason
was not.
Why should we **** for peace?
Is it for "the greater good?"
Or is it self-justification for our wrongs...
The question waits to be answered.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 9:39 PM UTC
The Last Day,
the Last Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner...
but it isn't.
We'll see each other again,
sometime.
Hold back your tears,
trust me.
Ours paths will cross again.
they say that no one remembers
that special feeling,
and all plans fall apart,
but not this one.
A strange coincidence brought us all
together...
so together, we will be.
Think of time not as the absence of being with one other,
but the countdown to the Meeting.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
A heart that's filled up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired, unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms, and no surprises
No alarms, and no surprises
Silent
Silent
-Radiohead
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:06 PM UTC
Hope,
dissipates.
Decrease in efficiency rate
3 am, already too late.
We,
cooperate.
I,
contemplate,
In a frenetic state.
Still,
about a mate.
Can you relate?
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 7:09 PM UTC
"Don't wear your heart on your sleeve,"
I may never learn that lesson.
There is not that much a difference between
loving and being nice.
Why do we make such a big deal between
being friends ... and "going out?"
Those who are sentimental, often get chastised.
Dickens was criticized by my entire English class.
I am too effusive,
and this will always be an obstacle for me.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 10:31 AM UTC
I tried to be nice to you.
Unfortunately, that moment when we became "friends" never clicked in.
Honestly, I wonder why.
So now, in the semi-awkward space that remains between us,
I would like to say,
I'm done.
I'm sorry to think that we'll never be friends.
I wasted too much time on you.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC
Love, love.
What is love?
Is it with someone who makes you happy?
For with you, am I happy.
Unrequited.
Fear, fear.
What is fear?
Why are you scared when it's only in your head?
Fear is 90% thought and 10% occurrence (that's what the Adults tell me)
Converse.
Beauty, beauty.
What is beauty? Who is beautiful?
Is it who wears the prettiest clothes, or has the skinniest legs, or the most pleasant face?
Nay, it's who ever has the best personality... right?
Negative.
Intelligence, intelligence.
What is intelligence?
Is it whoever gets the best grades?
Yet those who don't try as hard do better than me.
Exasperated.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 8:31 PM UTC
The mere reason for your existence
is unknown.
The pathetic fallacy which always seems
to counter your feelings.
The mistrust you hold
in your own friends.
That feeling you get when you know
you ******* up.
The "fake smile" you try to keep on to mask
those ugly scars.
Those secrets
you put on Tumblr.
The moment when you give up and say
"I don't really care."
The time early in the morning when you realize
you can't finish.
The (many) opportunities you could've taken
but tragically and regretfully missed.
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC
Exists
All the time
Everywhere
Maybe not in your mind
All the time.
It strikes at unprecedented moments
and it hurts as if sand paper was rubbing against your lungs
You are deeply hurt
and shut your brain off temporarily
your mouth may not be correlated with the nervous system.
You say things you will regret.
The overwhelming feeling of not being good enough
washes over you, your life, your existence
like an enormous wave eroding away a mountain of self-esteem
that took you so long to accumulate.
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC