Speciesism is overlooked.
It is really no different from racism and sexism.
Animals compare to us in many ways:
They feel pain, cry and scream,
have family they love and care about.
However, they lack voices so cannot act on this themselves,
but we can.
It is ignorant to believe these animals live their lives to the full,
merrily grazing in peaceful green fields
and dying a death of no agony when the time comes.
Unfortunately, this is far from the truth.
Ignorance may be bliss for you
but it is certainly not for them.
Open your eyes.
Born into this cruel world
naive enough to trust us,
unaware of the living Hell they are destined for
when they face the trauma of being torn from their mother
and crammed into a cripplingly tiny compartment for most of their life.
Endlessly being pushed, prodded and trampled on
and off to the slaughterhouse while still an infant
or remain in this brutal Hell
only to be forcibly impregnated
and used as a milk machine.
An animal wants to live just as much as us.
They are not meat, milk and egg machines.
They do not exist to please our gluttonous appetites.
Love and protect them like our pets
because they are really no different.
No being should be born to suffer.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
Isolation is no fun anymore.
At first it feels like a dark, freeing paradise
but then turns into a horribly lonely, hellish cave
in the middle of nowhere.
You had a choice
Disconnection from the world is not as it seems.
You push people away,
become ignorant of their existence
and feel hurt beyond belief when they do the same.
You had a choice
No one forced this life upon you.
You disconnected and isolated yourself.
You chose to live like this,
so only you can turn it around
to see the brighter side of life.
You have a choice
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
She has caught me again.
For good this time
and she's not letting go.
Her skeletal hands are grasped firmly around my neck,
her nightmarish voice rings repeatedly in my head.
Each and every time I disobey her,
the grasp gets a little firmer
and the voice gets a little louder.
She never leaves.
She is slowly but surely killing me,
but without her
I am nothing.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
What used to be a rewarding escape
is now fourty eight tedious hours
filled with self-hatred and regret.
Saturday nights spent isolated, wide awake
wishing we had never met.
Reminiscing about challenging weeks gone by
followed by feelings of failure,
thoughts of insignificance
while I begin to silently cry
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
I refuse to continue
silently creeping
through this empty forest
with the only company being my darkest demons.
I look down and see only a pathway,
nothing but a never-ending grey haze
I reach a dilemma
as the pathway concludes.
It dawns on me that I must change direction
into a golden meadow of many opportunities
or a black tunnel of nothingness,
where I would no longer feel a thing.
I remain indecisive
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC