You cannot break the broken, you can't live in the past, throw that memory away, you cannot let it stay, oh I wish I had the power to change every wasted hour, to knock down this growing tower under which I fearfully cower, in my ball of self regret.

             
                    I can remember:

                Tears that I have shed.

                 Lies that I have said.

                 Pain I have inflicted.

              Oh how I feel conflicted.


But know now this, for it is true, for all the things I can't undo, I'd never regret loving you.

Never trust the establishment
They do not exist for our benefit
For they believe  that we exist
For their convenience
Their only purpose is self-perpetuation
And they think that our only function
Is to accommodate that purpose
Whereas our true cause should be
To get rid of the *******

                                        By Phil Roberts

Debate isn't about scoring a win
Or coercing an enemy into giving in
But getting fellow humans to find what we hold in common

walking this path alone
is so lonely

please walk with me

By Arcassin Burnham

Alone for a reason,
Alone cause I can be,
All though I don't allow it,
The beautiful ones hurt you everytime,
The beautiful ones hurt you every time,
The summer came in the season,
Looking for some empathy,
But now I can't contain it,
I'm alone for a reason.

let me tell you about myself;

i used to end relationship quick with people;
i told them that i can't have relationship with them, i told them things that made them give up on me, i told them that i can't.

i used to throw away all the feelings i have;
everytime my feelings grow, i always cut the roots and let it die.

i  used  to  treat  people  who  loves  me  so  badly.

i used to ignore them,
i used to hold myself for love,
i used to be so cruel about people's feelings.
i used to do bad things to people around me and myself.

now you know that,
will your feelings still grow on me?

My muse is a decadent goddess
Smart strong and modest
Light brown smooth skin
And twice as delicious, my friend
A smile so charming
That it’s almost alarming
On a scale from one to ten
She is two times an eleven
And better than that
Has the spirit to match

My muse is the early morning
When it is barely storming
Earth soft and slippery
Cold but only slightly
Sun slowly rising
Sound of birds chirping
Deer just outside my door
Been there since four
Trees swaying
I can hear my muse a playing

My muse is a soft jazz song
With no word for me to sing along
Just a gentle sax moaning with pleasure
Piano in the background taking its measure
So deep and sweet that it could rock me to sleep
I smile because my muses loves me
My muse is tranquility
In everything
I hear taste or see
Such an awesome level ecstasy

Though my muse may astound and confuse me
Run from or pursue me
She is always there
She is everywhere
From a child’s eye lit with wonder
To the sight of lightening sounding thunder
Even my once or future lover
From the lips that I may never kiss
To the loved ones I will always miss
My muse is the perfect mistress
So this is a love letter to who
To all my million muses especially you