On earth, how to cleanse our soul
To make the cloth of reputation white
At most we can only achieve this goal
When filled the neighbors mind with lies

What we are, at most hidden
Will never let them see
We tricked our neighbor to believe in
On what we seem to be

Of every man who tell the world
That they’ve found the hills of truth
Can’t climb with them, my feet to their wisdom hurled
Simply I’ve learned a lot from my youth

Can we cast away the sins
On human claimed holy words
Or just we hide unto the book
To cover our shame on this world

The cosmos are deaf,
and mute, too.

We are the beings
who strut about
muttering words
we turn into stories.

We then call these tales
our lives and blame
them on the cosmos.

The cosmos can't hear
our pathetic laments
and wouldn't care
if it could.

It is too busy
just being the cosmos.

  ~mce

her kiss tasted like autumn
and her touch was summer
she said she likes spring but when she left she was winter

It is not what makes us
nor what breaks us
but
the bit that's
in between
where
some things
are best left
unsaid and
certainly
unseen.

He kills her
he's a murderer

She kills him
she's a victim

trying to survive

her word against his
but he's dead

his word against her
still leaves him dead!

domestic violence
is not gender based!

It's gender biased!

We all to quickly judge
with haste

Those that are just trying
*to survive