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1.1k · May 2010
This generation.
Dani A May 2010
We litter the earth with our beer cans, our cigarettes, our roaches...
We leave our bad habits behind after we are long gone for the future generations to find.
Our intoxicated actions just as bad as debris in our oceans,
Our inebriated words just as harmful as the air pollution around us.

The only mark we leave behind the only memory of us...
Is the one trying to impress the rest of the population that remains faceless.
with our stupidity and self-harm and belligerence.
Our useless ability of the consumption of false courage, wisdom, and strength.

We know not to take a step away and look upon ourselves and realize and see
that the supposed 'advanced species' is reduced back to the primitveness and truculence we thought was long lost.
We know not to take a step back and see we abuse the loved ones surrounding us
Through lying, neglect, and verbal and physical attacks
We forget the things that matter to us most; ambitions, hopes and dreams.
Our friendships, family, and loves...

It changes us as people into something subhuman
It brings out the side of us that was never there; a rage and anger we have never experienced, and sometimes never realize exists.
It replaces the good intents we have with ones that are selfish and harmful.
The good amount of fear instilled, with false hope and courage.


We not only destroy ourselves physically,
But mentally, emotionally, spiritually...
Some say it is all a spiritual journey, and of course it can be, but when so abused and the supply so decimated,
It's digging your own grave.
578 · May 2010
Love? Is that what it is?
Dani A May 2010
I once stood tall and confident and strong.
You brought me to the floor; belittled and scared.
I fear you the way circus animals fear their trainers.
Crack your whip! Once? Twice? Three times? Four?
Until I jump through your hoops flawlessly.

Bring me down.

Respect? Is that what you call it?
Love? Is that what it is?
Break down my walls just enough to damage me
and see what lies inside.
But not enough for anyone else to notice.

Two faces.
Both terrifying.
Which one is real?

Smile and bring me my meals
Frown and bark your commands.

Who are you? What am I?

Expect me not to retaliate; to look and feel happy.
Because you love me..

Love?
Is that what it is?

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