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Wes Mills Nov 2017
Once again I felt the urge
The forceful pull
The sudden surge

A consuming lust
Fulfills my drive
To hold the knife
To end that life

Inside and out
Scars are showing
Blood is flowing
Someone is running

The fatal blow
The blood red glow
A TV show
Made reality

After the deed
The passion still roams
The killers creed
Fulfills thy own
Wes Mills Nov 2017
I understand that because of my generation’s culture and environment that the quality of literature from the previous centuries shall rarely be produced at such an exceptional quality again.

This revelation has brought me great sorrow, especially due to the fact that I, myself, am influenced by my culture’s toxicity.
3/10/20 yo this is some ******* ****
Wes Mills Nov 2017
I propel the mallet through the air
To land bluntly on my hand
But still I feel no freeing pain
And I continue to be ******
To a world of expired meaning
And a body where I cannot feel
So I search for my forgotten drive
By drawing blood and skipping meals

At times it becomes too much to bear
The weight of bearing nothing
So I shield myself from expecting hearts
And turn to the one thing loving
A silver knife with a glistening grin
“I’m always here if you need me”
And once again I propel the blade
And finally find feeling
Wes Mills Nov 2017
The tree of Temptation
O how beautifully it sways
Let us climb up its trunk
On its branches we’ll play
We’ll eat of its fruit
And become full and tired
Then we’ll wake from our naps
And climb ever higher!
The farther we go
The tree’s limbs become thinner
Suddenly they snap!
And we all fall, as sinners
Wes Mills Nov 2017
I hate watching myself live my life
It may not make a lot of sense to you
But it makes a lot of sense to me

You hate seeing other people be happy
You may not make a lot of sense to you
But you make a lot of sense to me

We hate enjoying anything without each other
It may not make a lot sense to others
But it makes a lot of sense to us
Wes Mills Nov 2017
Minorities are the majority
in a time of mass produced philosophies
A person's worth is based upon
their subjective ideology

Absolutes are known to dilute
an individual's thought process
Every man and woman comes along
with their own pocket god or goddess

Presupposed until something grows
on their wealth of opinions
The significance of what someone knows
dissolved into the billions

A rare find is a cliche or clan
joined together by their mindset
Groups of one, always fighting, warring
they’re their party’s only asset

Without a leader to unite
information remains unimportant
Books and poems, down the drain
Only your thoughts are worth it

Of course, everyone has their own thoughts
and their own personal solution
but all everyone’s answers, all they do
is only add to the confusion
Was thinking about Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, and how that can relate to our world today. I realized in some ways it actually contrasts it, and I noticed some people's need to be original, their own individual. That meant the world to some people, the need to have their own opinions about everything, to contrast and to be different. I believe being your own self and not conforming to a sort of standard is important, but this seems to be happening through their individualism. Everyone has different opinions, so its almost like everyone is the same. That's sort of the thought process that went through this. So, like Bradbury, I made what I thought I saw happening into an extreme reality.
Wes Mills Oct 2017
You see a romantic in your reflection
Looking for love without the directions
Try to make progress before it gets hectic
This kind of friction isn’t kinetic
Flustered hearts remix their words
Subtle confusion amplifies the hurt

The sun shines, revealing your guilt

Hide in the shade

You’ve destroyed what you’ve built

Hide in the shade

And try it again
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