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1.) Death comes for us all eventually.

2.) Having what is commonly referred too as "Humanity" is what truely sets us apart from the animals.

3.) All people deserve a bare minimum level of respect that is granted to them by virtue of being human themselves. Nothing more, nothing less until their actions prove wanting.

4.) Those who refuse to learn, stagnate and die. Thus is modern day evolution.

5.) Anything that invalidates the free will granted to oneself is evil, not matter what other evils may be prevented.

6.) Your life does not belong to you alone. Though you are it's master, you do not have full ownership of it.

7.) Nothing should ever come before "Humanity". We are all people first, gender, creed, ideologies, race, nationality. All of it is worthless compared to "Humanity"
These are the absolute, unbreakable truths that guide me in my daily interactions and subsequent my poetry. These truths are as close as I come to religion, creed, ideology.
It’s hot as Hell, this summer day,
as I sit in the back of an open trunk,
on the side of the road,
waiting for a familiar face to remove a flat.

I listen to the birds as they chirp, and do my best to tune out the screams of cicadas
- I get it you stupid bug, it hot, just go extinct already.
I hold my breathe as each car goes by,
and breath in deeply to capture the fleeting rush of cold breeze,
filling my lungs as it washes over me.

It’s days like this I never miss,
I can’t stand the heat, it makes me sick.
But nevertheless, I found that this horrid heat,
brings a certain mind quieting bliss.
What can I say?
I’ve been in love with a girl since I met her,
But it will always be, one-sided.

That’s just life I suppose,
I can’t, nor would I change her.
For I fell in love with the her, that isn’t capable of falling for me.
Von Winters Sep 24
I woke up late today… 16 alarms couldn't disrupt my peace.
I now sit out, eat my breakfast and enjoy my tea. September's Breath, a gentle comfort as it rustles the tree tops.

My phone remains in its pocket, as I watch the pine tree's branches sway.
As the lowest layer of clouds in the sky rush by, and I allow my mind to float upon the sounds of chipmunk, squirrels, and birds.

I slide down in my chair, embracing the symphony, and watch the sky.
The first memory that pops in my head was how many years ago, when I broke my foot as a child. I had been playing with the dogs, and an ill timed Ottoman caught my foot with its edge.
Broke my baby toe at the knuckle, and where it connects to my foot. Never processed so much pain before, at least until whatever pain took its place.

I don't remember much from that time, but I remember watching the 1980's Transformers movie until the DVD couldn't be read anymore, as I slept on the couch.
I remember fake friends using the fact I couldn't go outside because of the snow, to l stay in and play computer games, specifically with me.

It's hard to describe faded memories, but what a truly miserable time that was…
Von Winters Sep 21
I enjoy people watching,
Seeing them go about their lives,
lives that are less mundane than mine.
No perversions or thoughts of sinful taint,
Just curiosity, to see a sight different than my own.

Maybe that curiosity is sinful,
A ******* in its own right.
A desire for something different than my own.
Arii Jul 10
The purpose of living has always been up for debate.
It’s always been humans making use of their lives
to ponder the reasons why we’re alive at all.
It’s always about knowing
the “why” and the “how,”
in the process failing to
see the “should” and the “will.”
It’s easy for us to agree that
the world is a canvas;
malleable and flexible,
blank and waiting—yet
we’re so desperate to find an answer to our reality
that we forget that
there’s more to existing than clawing at
infertile soil and dormant seeds, more than
painting our own rain and sunshine, more than sobbing
on our knees to marble and gold.
It’s ironic when you think about it,
there’s not much more to life
than going through the motions
and yet
there’s so much more to life
than just existing. They always say
that there’s a difference between living
and existing,
but when was the last time anyone actually stopped to realise it?
“We want to know what separates us, what do others respect about us? More importantly, what do we respect about ourselves?”
The quote this poem was somewhat inspired by
Arii Jul 6
When the world grows
too loud or too fast,
it’s a good idea
to take a step back
and huddle away
into an empty space
where neither sound
nor time
can hurt you,

let silence envelop
your soul—not your self.

Eventually
the grass will grow
and the wind will settle,
all will slow
like in a lush meadow,

and far away
will the struggle drift.

The sky will grow white
with clouds that never rain,
gardens will grow green
without a single ****,

the sun will beat down
not bullets but care,
that nurtures the grass blades
through growth
and lifts the vapour into
the air.

Dimensions and galaxies will
pause,
for the universe cannot
feed.

And all will be.
Michael Ryan Apr 10
Our final steps
are never meant to be
one step on the moon
or a leap for mankind.

It was your memory,
intangible.
metaphysically physical
synaptically existing.

My mother's
mothering
mother, Bernice.

or

A lover's
loving
love, Helena.

or

Writer's
writing
wrote, poems.
Some people never quite stop living.  You'll carry on and be carried on.
Lance Remir Apr 9
I refused to let you go
I know that if I did
You'd be gone forever
But you promised
Always and Forever
And I don't want a life
Where promises didn't exist
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