Cotton foam grips
the shores edge
washing away, but
leaving its mark
upon the damp sand,
gone quickly, but
soon arriving once again
to repeat its
previous motion.
Funny, the relevance.
Some people will forever
remain the same,
just as the tide will
never change.
They will come
only when they need you.
Simply leaving once satisfied.
Certain motions will
always remain the same.

Vivid visions of the past lurk me,
I’m walking on the avenues of once a quick man’s vision,
driving in car models a dead man thought
and voting with rights dead men and women fought—
for, we’re all living life through dead men’s visions—
books of laws and morals woven by dead men’s *****—
subconscious slaves to dead ways.
So ask me about “life” and I’ll reply,
*I’m still waiting to live like my master
for everyone that lives dies
but everyone that dies lives.

You think you're not beautiful  because there is no space between your thighs;
Yeah, well every girl that suffers from anorexia would **** to gain some weight, but instead pieces inside of them just die.

Girls think the definition of "beautiful" is skinny legs, a flat stomach and skin and bones;
Well the truth is: being beautiful is so overrated and every girl should be accepted for the image she owns.

We are expected to look like Victoria Secret models who have "perfect" written all over their bodies;
Have you ever heard of photoshop? No girl is perfectly made and for that they get teased.

All over the world there are girls risking their lives to try and be perfect, whatever that means;
They don't even know how much they are hurting themselves and yet they are only teens.

The media has planted a picture in our minds of how we are supposed to act and what we're supposed to look like;
What happened to being accepted for the individuals we are on the outside but also on the inside.

We have all been brainwashed by this sick thing called society, where we are forced to be perfect and act like robots;
Nobody is recognized for who they really are, it's all about the numbers on the scale and how much weight you've lost.

Well, I can only say one thing about what the world has become;
I'm sick of everyone being judged on what they look like because if you're happy with yourself than the opinions of others should be. NONE.

eyes blinded by prejudice
heart numbed by hate
vile idiocy is born
a World where indifference is acceptable
and being different sparks controversy
people strive for mediocrity
always with second thoughts
but no ambition
waiting for the lights to be turned on
but never searching for the switch
We live in a world of serendipitous failure.

They say the blade that waits
Hurts the most,
Be wary of my anguish because
oh lord am I patient.
As a rock sitting, and listening
with all its adoration
for things that grow
and prosper
as opposed to slowly degrading away,
awaiting the day
when it can seek its true revenge
on those who let it
Become a husk, a flimsy consciousness
left to fade away into an abysmal oblivion
the plane where its very existence is questioned
A place where no light can shine through
and no sound can be heard
Alone with its thoughts.
Permitted to become
That ancient blade in the crowd.