Recycled conversations won't ever save the world. We need to stop recycling and use more one-use words.
Recycled conversations utilise the same anecdotes and fail to really engage. One-use words are purpose built for each conversation. Prompted by Will Demou in conversation.
Proud to serve such empty words The war machine is quite absurd No glory of service as innocents dies Sign over your soul on dotted lines. Pledge allegiance close your mind Thank you for your service But we must warn you.. Don’t you dare step out of line.
It hurts me to tell them lies To tell them "I'm fine" when i'm not To fake a smile and a laugh To look them dead in the eyes And have them believe me
It also hurts me to tell them the truth To watch them cry For them to ask and ponder what they did wrong To see the sadness in their eyes To know that it's my fault
Because it is ... My fault I did this I created this Me ... I did it
His bashful and gentle smile devoured me All i can feel is his warmth spreading it's self against the cold air I try to stop myself from smiling low key but I lose control slowly and can't bare to look away but stare
the lights of a cop car gave me hope I wanted them to take me away from the pain and tears home was no longer home it was a prison mom and dad were guards dad did nasty things to me I kept silent mama threw things and slammed me against cupboards she was unaware of dads behaviors I blamed my body if only I was unhealthy sloppily so... then maybe he would have left me alone mama hated me I saw it in her eyes before she erupted and came down on me but there was always a calmness before the storm bipolar it seemed laughter and praise rarely so but still there sometimes I wish I knew my real parents but they weren't much better ******* lovers I knew though if I waited my sentence I'd be out free one day someday I'd run free I survived I endured and now I'm free