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toleomato Jun 17
How is it that I should learn from others?

Shall I observe a drunk man
stumble across the street
and say,
"This is a poor man,
whose inner-self is in such turmoil
that he must nullify it with alcohol.
Somewhere, he has chosen wrongly in life
and may I not retrace the errors
that have produced such wrong"?

Or shall I point at a beggar and say,
"This is a poor man,
whose condition is so outwardly wretched,
even God seems to cast him away in disgust.
Somewhere, he has chosen wrongly in life
and may I not retrace the errors
that have produced such wrong"?

Although, such retrospective thoughts come with some truth,
it is also accompanied with great vulgarity.
Who is unworthy of love?
Thus, who can be deprived the chance for change?
We all must fail in at least one thing,
why persecute those with courage to live through failure?

The lesson learned from such men
is not in the now.
It is in the past,
which bears realities which none can alter,
and in the future,
of which any can change.
Is there a man more
worthy of love,
than he who overcomes his past?

Are you aware of the pasts of those around?
And yet how quickly we can judge.
How many times have we dismissed someone
on the cusp of something great?
We are all worthy of love,
who are we to spend it sparingly?

To the drunk,
I bid him good cheer and good luck,
and to the beggar,
I will buy him bread.
These men are capable of great change.
What might I do
help me

My head is spinning
Isn’t this sinning
Why am I grinning
If it’s wrong
I’m plagued
Moral confusion
obsessive delusion
mental exclusion
From the truth

my moral compass
should always point north
But I fear the magnets broken
My thoughts have been invaded
With a brand new mindset

It’s the new vs the old

Both sides fighting for superiority
In this brain
They’ve reached a stalemate
The decision is mine

I don’t know what to do anymore
What to think
What to feel
How much of it was ever real
Have I been lying to myself
This whole time
The line in my mind of right and wrong
muddled in a puddle of grey
How far is going too far
I can’t see
I’m scared to go forward

The unknown has an allure
Should I delve into it
Go despite my better judgement
take a step that’s
Closer to my destination
And farther from where I should be
What about the consequences?
My family who leads me in the right direction?
I’m confused
Help me

Make a decision
Question it

It goes on and on and on
Why won’t it stop

insert maniacal laugh/mental breakdown

It seems I still don’t know what to do
Isn’t it just hilarious
I amuse myself
My head is aching
I feel as if i’m splitting in two
I’m falling apart
If I just ignore it
It’ll go away

I want to cry but I’m not weak
I’ll be strong minded until I break
I’ll never let anyone know
That I want to break down sometimes
But not for long
I’ll be strong enough eventually
I’ll go numb

Then I’ll laugh as I step on everyone
Then they’ll cry
How pathetic

bleed from the inside out
Die 10 times over
Be ripped apart in every direction
I’ll keep laughing
For it’s all I will be able do
I’ll be numb
I can’t wait
Hooray for a failing moral compass am I right? No? **** it.f
Samara Nov 2020
Poison is a woman's weapon-
venomous like a snake.

It won't **** you
all at once
like the brute force of his hands.
Instead, it takes you slowly-
deteriorating your sense of self
making you wish for death.
Death that brings end to dying.

she has no moral qualms
when it comes to you and all your wrongs.
she only knows betrayal
and that's enough for her.
kei Aug 2020
naive : unaffected simplicity
desire : to long; hope for
temptation : act of appeal
greed : selfish, extravagant desire
pride : state of excessive self-esteem
arrogance : overbearing pride, personal superiority; contempt
sin : offense against the moral law

these are applicable to all humans.
what a nice sentence.
Psychostasis Jul 2020
I was once accused of being the devil under a darkened moon on a foggy night

Now, I've met the devil and let me tell you
The devil once beat me with a curtain rack over my back until I bled
Only to pretend it was in the sport of the game

I've met the devil
In fact, the devil used to show my mom love from the end of a fist and in the sunrise after a long night of crying
Would convince her it was in the name of his love for her

I've befriended the devil
The Devil once taught me how to pick locks and marks minding their own business
And to prey on these people, nay,
Like my life depended on it

I've lived with the devil
The devil kept once locked me in a house-shaped-prison before flinging me into the world unprepared, and dazed
Only to blame me for not watching the outside close enough from my foggy window

I've loved the devil
And eagerly, I gutted myself in the devil's name each time she asked me to see my still beating heart
Only to be confused as to why she hated the mess that followed my orders

I've sacrificed to the devil
I've taken my own heart and soul, and impaled them on a blade made of pure jaded spite, only to lay them with all the other hearts I've stolen and pierced
Unknowingly, yet undoubtedly maliciously.

I've kissed the devil
And in that deal I sealed my fate a lifetime of servitude to a soul I helped created
And created a bond with the devil that was forbidden for good reason

I've lied to the devil
Only to have my mistakes return and slash me across the face like the blade that is the sun's beams shedding light on a long night of forgetting problems
No matter how justifiable he claimed I was

I've seen the devil
He watched me from the bottom of an orange tube only to switch his view finder to something he could swim in

And once more, even now,
As it dances on the end of my blunts

I've met the devil
And I've met the devil many times throughout my lifetime
I've met the devil enough times to identify it by smell, or hearing
Despite it coming with a new assortment of blends, a new chirp every time it appears, and a new look complete with me words
****, at one point, it was me

But I know this Now:
I am not (currently),
Nor will I be ever again,
The Devil.
created a isolated world
than plucked
myself into reality,
for impulsive reasons.
& love,
I'm apart of
Ashlyn Rimsky Jun 2020
I circle the store at least three times, every time I go.
I can never make up my mind.
Usually Trader Joe will ask me if I'm OK,
Or if he can help me find anything.
Usually I'll lie and say I'm fine,
Squinting intently at the array of fresh greens
But today I asked him..

How can I decide which fruit is the sweetest?
Does it matter where it came from?

Does it matter if an onion is red, or yellow, or "sweet"
If they all will make me cry?

What's the difference between a fig and a date?
How come I can never find either of them?

If swiss chard is so good for you,
Why does it taste so bad going down?

Why do beans make you farty?
How is that a "magic fruit?"

Why is everyone blind to the lie
That carrots make your eyesight better?

Is it toe-may-toe or toe-mat-toe?
Poe-tay-toe or poe-tat-toe?
Does it matter?
Does any of this matter?

He replied, "Ma'am, my name isn't Joe. I don't know. I just work here.. and they definitely don't pay me enough for this."

So I left with an empty bag, and a heavy mind.
Please provide any constructive criticism that you are willing to share!
Mitch Prax May 2020
Maybe living is
itself morally worse than
never being born

4:08 PM
CommonStory Mar 2020
I swirl at the thought of us human

Nobody thinks they're wrong


Nobody is doing anything right

Copyright Matthew Marquis Xavier Donald 3/11/20
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