You cannot make me love you
      but you can make me
wish that I always should have.

hello, my friends. i would love to thank you all for enjoying my writing. A special thank you to Liam, because he always has lovely comments to post. you're all such talented people, and i am honored to read such lovely pieces of writing. i love how we all just come together on a big writing community and blatantly express our emotions within the art we know as writing. yes, i said writing is art. writing is a type of art in which there is no paint, no oil pastel, nothing. the art is in the beholder. keep writing, because we are the hope of the next generation of authors.


m.g.

There are questions in this old forest
Decomposing with the bodies that lay forgotten
They are brittle as the bones they rest on
And stir along with the flesh that is no longer
Tattered clothing clings to the apparition
The form of one who no longer exists
There are questions in this old forest
Questions that shall never be answered

If
One does not
clear out clutter
on a regular basis,
then,
One can not
fully utilize
the vessel,
be it:

One's Home,
One's Car,
One's Desk,
One's Hard-Disk Drive,
One's Inbox,
One's Cup or Bowl,
One's Activities and Routines,
or the ultimate vessel:
One's Mind and Self.

Maintenance is key
for longevity;
Emptiness is key
for creativity.

If One's Mind and proclivities
are not conducive to new arrivals,
One is intrinsically handicapped
in terms of potential.

I disbelieve
this is coincidence.

"Uuh, dude, your Hubris is showing.
Watch your ******' tongue, man.
It's cool to express yourself,
but now you're just being a ****.

Hold thy beloved charientisms,
thy ****** knives in velvet sleeves:

You don't exactly seem to understand
the true power of those Words
you propagate so 'knowingly,'
as if a monkey with his own ****,
but, if you do realize what you say:
you're a ******* *******.

Well, which are you:

a tactless, spiteful,
foolish hypocrite,

or

an affectatious egoist
of a hypocrite?

I'd wager
an unhealthy balance
that it's both.

I've seen it for years.

You assume a lot
for how little you know.

You step on other people's sentences
with a mastered matter-of-fact tone
regardless of how true
those facts you spew
even ******* are.

There you go again,
borrowing other people's ****
without expressed consent
nor explicit intention to return;
we have a word for that, I think.

Either your behavior and morality
totally adapt to your surroundings,
and/or you're a ******* Hypocrite Fool.
Either way,
you cannot be trusted
once a back is turned.

Honestly,
if I had to guess,
I'd be hard-pressed to give you
the benefit of the doubt
by assuming the level
of consideration required
for maliciousness.

You just want all of your stuff for you,
and all of everyone else's for you, too,
and the crux is
you'll feign being pleasant
just until you get it,
then you come out of your ******* cocoon
and get all high and mighty, entitled, and condescending.

Last one on the bandwagon,
first one to throw a stone;
you're a real ******' winner!

All you tend to do
every time I chill with you
is berate others- oh, I meant "advise" others,
who may well be better off than you,
for having many problems
which you either could not understand,
or with which you find yourself,
you ******* Fool.

Every time I wonder
if I've become too indignant
as a direct result of your antics,
you remove my self-doubt
and reaffirm my reservations
by eating all my ******* cheese
or talking **** on my friends
behind the back of whoever it is
who has their back turned at the moment.

When will you learn?
When will you mature?

I guess nothing changes
if we tolerate **** in our faces.

Tread lightly, Elephant,
for you tread 'pon thin-*** ice."

"The only erroneous way
to expand one's Horizons
is not to."