What happened?
It is obvious
She stood on an ice cube to hang herself
And it- that which granted her release- melted as well
Isn't it appropriate that in order to be free from this world
We have to do it with the aid, permission
Of something solid "real"
Hanging requires rope, and something with which to propel yourself
Jumping, that beautiful suspended moment of free-fall,
Can't finish the job without the impact
In order to escape the unreal
You must find an anchor
Which is what you've been looking for all along
You must hit something real
Isn't that what we are all questing for?
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
Why is the concept of being forgotten so paralyzingly terrifying to me?
Before the expanse of time,
none of us stand a chance of being remembered.
We will be swallowed up,
only be known as a statistic, a point of reference.
The thoughts we think are paramount
Quail before the laughing face of Time.
God will remember me,
so why do I care about what those on earth think?
Why do I care what people think?
What kind of sick ******** are we that we derive pleasure from others' pain?
Schadenfreude is alive and well
Unlike you and I
Why don't I throw up my hands
And succumb to the ravages of an indifferent Time
And an indifferent society
Why not let them win
Who values a game which is purposely weighted to one side
If not those who have waged something dear upon the outcome
The Ender inside me rejects the faulty system.
Why do I persevere for a "humanity"
which will never improve
In fact,
the more we evolve and know and comprehend,
The more apt we are to be heartless
Because why do we need a heart when we have a brain, Tinman?
Why do we care what we look like
Our bodies are merely
borrowed from the earth
And in the blink of eternity's eye
what we call ours
will belong to another
Why do we live in a world overflowing with bodies
And entirely lacking with people
Why can we satisfy any part of ourselves
by draping on borrowed emotions
Why is the false more alluring than the truth?
Show me an honest person
And I will show you an attractive one.
I am not you
you are not me
And we will never be
The same
Despite the pervading effort of our society
I will not be assimilated.
If we let people in,
They wouldn't hate
So why are we terrified of doing that
Is it because,
If everyone is in,
No one is
And in ceases to exist?
Why do we feel the urge to gloat about things we did not earn
Why does 1
Make more money than 2
Because his nose is straighter,
His hair is curly rather than straight,
Because 1 spends an eighth of his time in the gym
While the less attractive 2 spends 7/8 of his time
Screaming inside
At a society which has cut off its own ears that it can't won't hear.
Why are random genes a judge of worth
While character is a word so overplayed
It folded its hand long ago
Why is the face of a beautiful liar
Infinitely preferable
To that of a plain truthteller
Infinite whys
And a world which whispers
*Cradle me with your honeyed lies
Assurances of past lullabies
How do I trust what the mockingbird cries
When even it runs from the skies*
Why do so many see ourselves as bound and controlled by manipulated strings
When those strings are nothing but ropes with which we can escape
Why do we live on top of one another
Without deigning to know our prisonmate
Without so much as a spared thought
For the dead flailing beneath us
Why do I hold dearest to my heart
Past injustices
Counting them as the tiny, insidious proofs
That I am a good person
Because good does not exist without the bad
Relativity is the grip keeping us from sliding
Down.
Away.
Why is it that words spoken can never be taken back?
Simple. We can never reclaim what was never ours.
You think you are original in your menial thoughts
What have you done but regurgitate the thoughts of your predecessors?
Rearranging the same letters
To form the same tiresome conclusions.
We are the worst type of plagiarists.
Why is the only thing propelling you a sense of duty
Why are you devoutly loyal to objects rather than the people who happen to hold them
Why
Why do we invent reasons to hate one another
We take solace in the loopholes which justify our hatred
That we may not be like the "monsters" we condemn
Why are "we" and "they"
Not just markers of distance?
Why must they be very real, ubiquitous mentalities?
Why are somber topics the common stuff of jokes
Because we have grown numb enough to empathy
To shun it in favour of a laugh?
Why is suffering so prevalent
When we have an excess of affluence
Are such extremes what define us as a race?
Why is a white lamb the symbol of pristine innocence
When innocence is slaughtered day after day?
Why are sharks abhorred creatures even though
Our vicious attacks
Far outnumber theirs
Do we idealize them that we may have a reason
An excuse
To assert our dominance over yet one more
To feel the joy of crushing them underfoot
Why do we focus on certain images
When the true image of our society
Is the person who occurs each day,
Who breaks
The answer is because we know
that *we
Are at fault.*
Why when confronted about the tiniest aspect of ourselves
We rear our heads in defense
Backing up against the corner of idiocy
The walls built upon the truths we have fabricated
Why are the swirling armor of falsities so comforting
And when pierced
We rebel
With every bit of the person we have built
Lashing out as does a dog chained its entire life
But even a dog
Which is after all "just an animal"
Is not fool enough to delude itself into loving its chain.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC
Wind chimes make beautiful music
For their listeners
And if allowed
Would beat themselves to death
For our pleasure.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
*Retro-
Spection*
Impossible without the distance of time.
Distance which remembers naught but numbers.
Time cannot help but to dehumanize.
And who are we,
Flecks of dust,
To challenge it?
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
The lame dog
Paws ****** from the gore of the trail
Ceases
Keeling over
Ragged breaths chopping up the frozen air
And whines mournfully
At the wolves who have already disappeared
Without a glance back.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
Yelling
Against the roar of confusion.
Chaos is the base chord
With which everything harmonizes
I cannot help but to think
The observer of our universe
Silently watches and listens
Fighting the urge to cover his eyes
And block his ears.
Tears streaming down an immortal face.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
The thing under the nailed boards rattles its cage
But its keeper beats the floor, demanding silence.
The man had finally found his heart
And having seen what it could do, he locked it up forever
Hoping against hope it would turn cannibal
That he could forget the emotions throbbing in the space where his chest used to be.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
she
a tired vehicle driven by career
feels as though every second wasted will ruin her
he
has found in his golden heart: love
she won't let him bathe her in it
*they just haven't got the time
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
The most devastating alien lies beneath our feet
Earth allowing us to mine her in an ingenious divide-and-conquer strategy
She bleeds beauty as a carnivorous flower
Fermented water smacks of sin
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
The world covers its ears to the song of the caged bird
Secrets fall upon deafened ears
Finally
It stopped singing
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC