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el Apr 2020
i can't
fuvking
breathe
because of you
you saved my life
and now you'll be the reason
i end it
tonylongo Apr 2020
A call to action is not action
Other things that are not action include:
Expostulation rhetoric poetry
Fulmination logic contumely
Proposition dialectic philosophy
Tergiversation polemic and ideology

Actual action, he expostulated, is behavior -
Behavior that acts, he fulminated,
Actually impels or constrains the acts
Of other behavers
This is only done, he propounded,
By applying pressure to weak points
In these others’ safety or security
But acts of violence, he tergiversated,
Only spread or institutionalize violence.

Apart from physical violence, he droned on,
All people have two things they can use
To act with –
Time, and Money.
What you can do with time is specific
To your skills and situation
But what you can do with money
Has exactly two categories:
You can give it,
Or you can withhold it.

You may think withholding is automatic,
And it is, it is; but you are not the one doing it,
It is being withheld from you, in every pay period.
By far your largest charitable contribution
Is to institutionalized violence.
To attempt to withhold your money from these withholdings
Would be enormously risky, painful and destabilizing
In ways that calls to action and other forms of talk never are.
But for one body to impart momentum to another body,
It has to transfer energy, i.e. there must be a cost.

* * * * * * *

On the other hand:
It is currently fashionable to say
That we are not the same person over time
Everything is replaced every few years, personality is a myth
And according to the most advanced thinking
Consciousness is an accident that affects nothing.

In the real world, of course,
I’m the same person I was at age seven
When I first thought of myself as a person;
This knowledge is immediate and irrefutable.
We aren’t the sum total of replaceable parts,
And consciousness for most people is a long-lived thing
Not the space between tick-tocks of a metronome.

This conscious thing concerns itself almost entirely
With exteriors, which are almost the only thing to
Latch onto. But the ultimate **-hum of the exteriors
Compared to the permanent (mortal) consciousness,
Which has no good bad up down or plus-minus incentives
Gets so obvious as to become ridiculous. This is Anti-Action.
Other terms include depression, cynicism, selfishness,
Detachment, solipsism, reality.

But you must care about the others,
Or you are contemptible. Even the Buddha
Said this…right? (It was a long time ago
And there may have been many edits.)
The real and only basis for action is Love,
That is to say you must care about the exteriors
Which is to say the undeniable mechanics of the world
And what happens to those who are acted upon. You Must.

Is this knowledge immediate and irrefutable?
this was for the Tumblr #writerscreedchallenge prompt "a call to action" but they seem to be ignoring it
cas Mar 2020
i love you,
i want you,
but i can't have you.
will soon post the full poem hehe this is an old poem i made when i was in 10th grade though
Grace Mar 2020
My life is filled with bad habits

                I don’t have the energy to break
And I don’t really feel like trying anymore
Maja Mar 2020
No, I can’t.

Yes, you can.

No, I won’t.

Yes, you will.

Just stop.

Just try.

What if I fall?

What if you fly?
Just dare to take a leap.
Grace Mar 2020
What is this normal we’re all seeking?

Has anyone ever found it?
KR Feb 2020
Yet I’m in it
My heart is full
Yet I’m empty
My mind is in motion
Yet I stand still
My body is strong
Yet I am weak
What fuels a raging fire?
What makes the sea calm?
Who aches for redemption?
Who is buried below the ashes?
Fall into the abyss and find nothing
YusufKudsi Feb 2020
We can’t be friends anymore,
When you are in my mind,
All the time.
When I keep thinking about,
Your eyes and smile.
Thinking about,
The home we will never have,
And the kids we will never raise,
Do you think of me when,
The darkness closes in,
And the stars shine out.
Just give me a sign before my heart dies like the sun at night.
Blank page
scribble a name  
peebles of regret
pile on the chest

WE collided
memories sink like titanic
affection eclipsed by apathy
avoid you like you're an active shooter
I'm sorry...
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