I know a few things about pain.
Sticks and stones, you know that one,
you know what else hurts?
Being powerless.
Being at the mercy of someone you don't know.
Having a complete stranger put you in a situation
that you can't deal with
that you can't do anything to stop
that all you can do is to pick up the pieces.
To be a victim.


What you don't know can't **** you.
At least, in this case, it can't.
There is something that I know
that I know you don't know
(I hope you don't know)
because knowing this thing that I know
is killing me.
That hurts, but what hurts more
is being separated from everybody by knowing
because you don't want anybody else to feel this pain
and you know there is no escape from this burden anymore
but you hope that there is
but the burden reminds you
(I have to omit this line, or I will be giving you the burden to carry)
(****)
(I am using this website to show you I feel)
(because knowing that you know how I feel is a comfort)
(I am only human after all)

Thank you for following me.
Now I will use you as a target
At which I will violently throw my worst feelings.


I am at a crossroads
Every minute of every day I am at a crossroads
and I see that
(most of the time, I sometimes forget)
but today I am at a crossroads of particular significance.
Today's crossroads branch in a million different ways:

Half of them lead to my death

One of them leads to a great life

And one of them maintains status quo.

Some of the ones that lead to my death involve helping one life now:
my girlfriend, a shy, naive girl who lives the normal life
the life of normality
and status quo
and cattle

Others involve remaining in the dark corners of my house.
I find it hard to be alone
because I cannot see the light of life on my own
and I never share that with anyone, because. . .
I don't know.
I have found that knowing hurts sometimes,
but I can bear pain.
I am of it.

The path that can lead me to a great life is unclear.
It might involve me burying what I know
so that I may spare others the pain.
I dream of having a niece or nephew,
but I see the narcissism and selfishness of that,
and I will explore that in detail later.

The path that stays on track,
the status quo,
is the one I truly fear.
It involves staying at home for a while,
working a day job
and hating every second of it
waiting for an opportunity to present itself
for me to get out of this horrible horrible place.
I think normality is the worst hell.



I think that in making this poem,
I have started on one path
and I will start another path
when I write another poem.
Is this poetry?
What is poetry?
I am going to stop this right here because this train of thought
leads to darker places than you can imagine.

Thank you, The Demons Within,
for being my unwilling, unwitting target

I live on the world.
Wide.
Web.

There is no place like it.
Truly.

Everything you could ever need is right.
There.

And it is so much.
Fun.

Did you know how small you are?
I sure didn't.
Does it bother you?

Wishing you well,
This Guy  ☞ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I would love you all to write a poem talking to earth, call it dear earth.
tell it anything, how beautiful it is, your love story, confess what makes you frown or smile ,if a loved one left *died ,how are you pushing throug. how is your current state on earth, good or bad,best or worst,let earth know what's happening to you .this is just a conversation with earth before it swallows you.
AND PLEASE REPOST AND PARTICIPATE THANKS

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http://hellopoetry.com/poem/947133/dear-earth/

And here I thought I had turned a new leaf.
Oh well, I won't bother you with the details

I never like to pretend that I know better
but in this case, I think I do:
one poem, written by Born
titled "love"
went like this:
I know I matter most

In theory, this particular idealism should prove true,
but in practice, you just feel like **** anyways.
I find that the best way to go about this
particular train of thought
is to hang a left at humility
and consider your options from her side of view.