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We, as future parents,
must teach our kids that
every person of every race, ethnicity,
skintone, body size, ****** orientation,
religion and outlook on life
deserves to be loved.
There is *no choice.
Evergreen Pines Apr 2014
When I write,
my thoughts and feelings flow.
When I write,
I'm lost in thought.
I say line after line too many time to count.
Reword, replace, move around, add and drop.
When I write I seek the best.
I seek perfection but imperfection.
When I write I want like,
I need hates and feedbacks.
When I write,
I want everything and nothing.
When I write,
my troubles leave me.
When I write,
I escape reality,
I'm freed from everything.

When I finish...

*...I'm dragged backed to reality.
Evergreen Pines Mar 2014
If mothers were flowers I'd pick you first
...Uh...you do *know
flowers die faster if you pick them, right?
So... you're  saying if you're mother was a flower, you'd **** her?

If mothers were flowers, you know what I'd do?

I'd leave them in the ground, were they can grow.
I wouldn't pick, so they can live
I wouldn't care if I couldn't spend time with them,
I care about their life before my own.
a poem inspired by the (pointless) quote written in italics
I don't know who wrote it though
Evergreen Pines Mar 2014
Accepting my cluelessness

Trustworthy, 100% trustworthy
Resists not helping friends
Uncommon personality
Extraordinary sense of humor

Feared by enemies
Random when needed
Insane, but not asylum insane
Even through hard times understanding
Never thought as 'pure'
D**etermined, at times
most of the traits my friends have in common
Evergreen Pines Feb 2014
Wires plastic circuits and metal
Makes sense, they're components of machines.
Hugs, kisses, and hand holding
What the fluorine are those?
Displays of affection for the ones you love
What is this love you speak of?
It is an emotion, a feeling you have.
It's what separates us from machines.
It is what I don't fully understand!
You cannot describe a feeling, it's not a theory or fact.
It is too complex to understand
Think of it as a machine and you'll-
If love was a machine I'd have a full understanding of it!
No! Love is nothing like a machine.
A feeling can not follow laws.
A feeling can not have limitations.
A feeling can not be compared to machines!
Love is nothing like a machine
Love can never be a machine!
Love is a feeling and feelings are complex.
The heart is a machine and machines are simple.
If love was a machine I'd open it up and see how it works.
If love was a machine I'd fix what's gone a mess.
If love was a machine it'll run smoothly.
If love was a machine I'd know what's true and what's false.
If love was a machine... I'd understand everything involving it.
But love is not a machine!
It'll never be a machine!
And I'll never understand it all.
But don't you wish love was a machine?
Then you'd understand it.
You would know it.
You could learn-
I could reverse engineer it
I could see how it works.
How it starts, how it stops
How to notice it, how to find it
If love was a machine I could do it all.
If love was a machine-
-You'd know when you have it
You'd know all the people you love
And all that love you*
If love was a machine, I'd understand it,
at least, a bit more.
this poem sad and true.
Evergreen Pines Feb 2014
I have said there's no such thing as pure good and pure evil.
well I found something pure good,
to maintain the balance there must be something pure evil.
The question is who is pure evil?
Oh no,
I think I know who.
the person I don't every want to meet
he who hides in shadows,
who waits in darkness.
He who only seeks to destroy

somehow there is someone or something
that is *impossibly pure evil
Evergreen Pines Feb 2014
There is no such thing as pure evil.
There is no such thing as pure good.
Nothing in life can be pure.
Everything must be in balance.
Purity is imbalance.
Yet there you stand.
Perfectly pure in heart,
all you can do is good,
not one thought of evil.
How do you do it I ask many times
You answer yet I never hear it.
You stand before me and I think,
Jesus Christ! You really are a son of God
I don't know how you do it. I don't think I should know.
But you are the one exception
you are *impossibly pure.
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