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Night is always still and being alone is reasonable
stuck on a couch with hands in my pants like Al Bundy
I enjoy the old animations to rekindle my youth
At first I just knew it to be late night programming
but now its a laughing fit for the bald and the lonely
callers longing for that flirtatious, accepting voice

How do they know the lonely are with the late night?
When did the early hour become the time to persuade
love, lust, and empowerment of oneself?
the laughing stops and I wonder how much
insecurity there must be under the distant stars
How many of us wish we could go to sleep? maybe
its that unbearable coldness on the other side of the bed
Don't lie to yourselves,
and don't you dare lie to me
because I know that selfishness
doesn't tie nooses
nor does it
fire gunshots into the mouths
of the so called "selfish."
Shame and guilt are the culprits
the ones who cut wrists
and overdose on pills.
Yet, I'm afraid
that they are seldom
held responsible for their
actions.
You were not a selfish man.
© M.K.B.
Hope is gone

All that is left
Is

I
Myself

And the
WILL TO POWER
---
Power !
( ones god)
----
What is your god!

-----

In the pretension of
Your romancing

You HIDE !

-----

SICK!

------

Escape from your own *******
If you will

--

God
(Love)

&

I

are over there
*-*
my lips
trail down your spine
followed by
my trembling fingertips

my palm
pressed flat on
the small of
your arched back

all I wanted was
for my touch to resonate
in your mind like
your voice does in mine

& with each gasp & moan
you let escape past your lips
my name sounds like music
when you whisper it softly

now with you wrapped up in only a sheet
I watch your chest rise & fall as you breathe
you'll never understand just how lovely you look
in nothing but my t shirt curled up next to me

I'm in love
Let me be
Don’t let this ruin your night. You can’t control it, you never could control it, and that’s the reason why you went crazy.

Don’t go back to being that girl who lets her sadness define her.

The pain isn’t going to go away overnight and you know that is why it is 2am and you are still awake.

You have so many people in your life who love and support you. I’m sorry that the one person who should be there isn’t. It’s not your fault and I wish I could make it stop. I wish love could make people better but it can’t.

Don’t let this ruin you. You have to remember how strong you are capable of being because you have to get through this. Somehow. I wish it was easier. I’m sorry.
Strength is the ability to protect yourself
Emotionally, physically, spiritually.
You are strong when you need no one
You are self-sufficient
The desire is there sans the need.
Acceptance of lacking in one area
Will allow you and behooves you to
Increase strength in another.
Because without strength you are vulnerable
To external forces.
Like newborn turtles as they make
The dangerous pilgrimage to water,
Picked off one by one,
By carnivorous, unforgiving animals:
People out to hurt others to falsely improve
Their own self-esteem.

Strength is the courage to challenge your fears
And make an about-face to run toward them
Not away.
This abrupt "180" seems incongruent to our
Beliefs, desires and thoughts
Because our subconscious mind proclaims
That to confront our apprehensions deems us
Weak.
And as naive beings, we listen wholeheartedly,
Believing that what we ignore does not exist
And we regress to an age when object impermanence
Unsettled our feelings of safety.

Without strength we cannot breathe, eat or think
And without fulfillment of these basic human needs
The question is, Do we really exist?
So we must define and develop our own strength
In order to thoroughly define and develop
Our sense of self.
I have an issue with people.
They make me either very scared or very uncomfortable.
Is it my fault? Have I built total strangers up in my head to be dangerous individuals?
Or are those adorable old ladies at the bus stop going to **** me if I get any closer to them? Probably yes so I’ll walk in the opposite direction.

I have an issue with people.
They make me either very vulnerable or very closed off.
It is my fault. I constantly struggle to decide who is worthy of my trust and who is not. The ***** who is manipulating me gets more attention than the nice guy who I've pushed away.

I have an issue with people.
They make me doubt everything I have ever known.
It is all my fault. I focus to much of my mental energy, thinking and thinking about people. Analysing every flippant comment they make and taking everything to heart.

I shouldn't be around people.
about pictures of bears without any fur, and they look horrendously terrifying. Like ****** space gorillas you see in poorly done sci-fi movies. Do you think panda bears are still the cutest bear without any fur?

I wonder if dragons get lung cancer from all the smoking they do. I'd rather think about a hairless panda bear breathing fire--it's jaws sinking into the underbelly of a mortally wounded dragon and as it starts munching on the dragon pancreas, it accidentally sneezes causing it's lunch to incinerate to ashes.

That's probably why dragons are extinct. Hairless panda bears donned armor, riding horses; questing to eat dragon pancreas.

They also thought amor prevented lung cancer. It was the middle ages, people or animals didn't have modern technology to explain diseases, let alone where babies came from. Except for dragons, and look at how their species turned out.   ****, I'm throwing my phone in the toilet right now.
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