Do you ever desire to profess your loathing of everything and everyone?
Do you ever think that this is simply because you have absorbed all the negativity flooding the world and now want to release that back outward?
Or maybe you have always disliked everyone?
The waves of bitterness are relentless
I feel oftentimes defenseless
Against the pulsating and undulating waves of disgust I am overcome with
For all humans, even those I thought myself close with
Everyone is fake
But what constitutes fake?
What constitutes shallowness?
It is the lack of depth I see, the opposite of authenticity
The ability to say one thing then go back on your word instantly
The inability to practice what you preach
All I can hear is your inconsistency
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
I wish I could open your mind for you
I wish I could make you see
Your lack of yearning for creativity and diversity bothers me
Your inability to believe that we are all one makes me fear for us as beings
Your lack of empathy and stern upbringing of hatred makes me feel uneasy
The way you stack your cash and see it as your idol yet preach the teachings of the bible makes me feel like you are worshipping some very backwards idols
and I don't know how you can subscribe to that
Your so-called ethics are ******* whack
All you care about is power and world ********** and cultural elimination
Degradation of ourselves as a nation We are a people who are "free" to do as they please yet all we please is chasing money.
Paper-obsessed monkeys.
Material-hungry junkies.
I find it kinda funny that we worry about that more than our environment we live in
Now that's real ****** sinning
I wish I could make you realize that imperialism isn't the way
Penetrating foreign land and taking away their culture to replace it with our own isn't right.
In fact, it's insane.
Why do you feel the need to instill your greed into everything you do?
In the long run how does that benefit you?
Did you lose your soul so long ago and now you just have no way to bring it back home?
I want to believe that you can maybe one day embrace the world and see how I see
Life should be beautiful for all and people need to be cherished
But the way the world is running is making millions perish
No sustainability
No sharing
No loving or even a hint of caring
No mercy or remote attempt at understanding
How can that be so demanding?
How is it wrong to want all persons equally treated?
Health should not be a privilege it should be an automatic given
What makes you think that someone is worth less than you?
What makes you think it's okay to let a person rot away just because they can not pay?
It's heartbreaking that money paves the way for life from birth til death.
And it's sad to think money-worshipping may never end
And I don't know if people will ever stand up to defend what's right.
But the thought of an evolution of consciousness helps me sleep at night
So maybe one day your mind will be unleashed
I wish I could open it for you
I wish I could set it free
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
I don't mind being used solely for physical purposes
Just so long as I have your utmost attention and your fleeting affection
For a few moments
Simultaneous sighs escaping from us as we get high off our chemical reactions to the passionate actions we are creating with one another
But I would hardly call you my lover
Love isn't just desire it's dedication and as soon as I make you *** your dedication will run dryer than the sands of the Sahara
And my heart is on fire
Because I don't mind being used solely for your own gratification
Even though you make me writhe when you're inside me
When I leave you're just another goodbye to me
Not that I want it that way, you see because I want you to like me
I want you to see me as the life source you've been looking to feed off of
I want you to inhale me as if I am the air that you suddenly need to breathe
I want you to look at me and not think I'm just a couple holes and a pulse
I want you to look at me the way you looked at me when we were on ecstasy because that felt so real to me even though we were both so far gone from reality.
Meeting you was some awful fate because you have stuck with me
I replay images of the only two nights I have ever known you over and over
Paradise, Nevada
It's ******* sad.
I threw away what dignity I had just so I could grab you just so I could hold onto you as long as I could manage
Cause I knew it was a myth
Too good to be true
A trip within my trip
The hallucination where I didn't have to drop acid in order to create it
You're another obsession
Another fantasy I have created so intricately in my mind
That I do not go a minute without thinking of it
I have played out every possible scenario in my head
Every which way we could be in bed
Again
I want it again
But I said it then
I meant it then
That once I had *** with you I would only want to again
And again
You're like the ink inside of my pen that I use when I scribble on the drawing pad of my imagination
My mind's eye gets so creative
I think about your kiss and your touch and your lips and the lust
The immediate attraction upon our first second of interaction
The way we danced and I didn't hate it
The way you talked and it made me elated
The way we ****** and I wished I could save it because for once I felt like everything was seamless
Fluid and effortless
Our chemistry was boundless
The connection felt endless
I felt so at home and I couldn't understand why
We had never known each other until the past night
And we will probably never know each other beyond that time
Never dreamed I would experience what I did
I do mind that it can never be relived.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
I am exquisite
I am divine
I am so loved
And I give so much love
I give it tenfold
I spread messages of truth
I share my views and awaken those who search for guidance
I am the brightest crystalline white light
I am the warmest blanket freshly out of the dryer
I am soothing and I am soft
I am sweet like chocolate drizzled on cherries
My body is nirvana
And I deserve nothing less than worship at my temple
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
My mother said, "He seemed nice, but he didn't seem like THE ONE or anything like that."
That woman is always right.
Now if my heart could just agree with her.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
It's because I cannot have you
that I want you all the more
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Words will flicker into nothingness as they flare up off my scorched earth tongue.
Singeing the feathers of the carcass of what once was my fluttering infatuation with you.
But I have always known infatuation is meant to burn out.
It's as if I willingly stepped into a wall of flames.
I suppose I wanted to scald the inside of my mouth with one sip of your name.
I suppose I wanted to be burnt so bad that every time I tasted something, there you would be.
But what had you ever really given me?
I was infatuated with a fantasy
There was no reality
Only the mock flames that were forged
And then blew out so simply.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
What I wish most is that I could douse gasoline on all my memories of you
and throw a lit match to it.
I wish I never let you enter my world.
I wish I couldn't discern your face from the next person.
I wish you never so insidiously crawled under my skin.
I should have known better.
But how could I have known?
When you spoke of technicolor dreams we could share
and sugary moments pressed together in bed.
It just isn't fair.
But I should be so grateful I could tell the signs early on.
I should be grateful that I stopped it.
You served your purpose
as my transitory phase.
I wasn't alone for the month of August.
But it would be easier now if I had been.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
When the anguish and resentment and hurt and pain build up inside you like grout on shower tiles, remember this:
He was not your love. And he never was.
He could not carry every beautiful trait you possess.
He was too weak.
His eyes too dull.
His heart too shallow.
You may feel destroyed over the thought that you were too much, but let it bring bellowing laughter to you instead.
Let yourself remember that you hold more passion in a single strand of your hair than most people will ever carry inside their entire human vessel.
And it may tear you apart that he fooled you into thinking he was different.
But you must remember that there will be many parasites who come to leech off your light,
and you have always been strong enough to fight off every one before him.
And you will crush every one after him.
You must remember what you really are.
You must reclaim your rightful place as the warrior goddess
With your thousand arms
your lightning eyes and thunderous voice.
This pain will not silence you, for you are a force that can never be silenced.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
This unfinished coloring is a perfect metaphor.
You did the same thing to it as to me.
You started it.
You started me.
And you enjoyed it at first.
You enjoyed me at first.
But not to the point where it could ever be a priority in your life.
Where I could be a priority in your life.
It was/ we were
a silly dalliance.
Ultimately fleeting.
Held little importance.
How could it have held much?
It was merely a thing to color.
How could I have held much?
I was merely a shiny new being you wanted to test out because I so intrigued you.
You used words like
"new"
"fresh"
"exciting"
to describe.
You didn't want to actually pour your time into me; pour yourself into me.
Or you would have used words like
"soothing"
"divine"
"fulfilling".
You could have made another home for yourself within me.
But instead you made me your summer getaway trip.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC