To have loved, is more than man
For should ever want, or can Ask of, out of his life. The ever stirring mind, and Almost frenzied hands Of the fools who dance, The waltz of romance
It may seem silly to believe
you can do anything when someone's always been there to tell you you can't. It may seem foolish to believe in yourself when it doesn't seem like anyone believes in you. It may seem cruel to let yourself believe you can escape or be more than your insecurities or mistakes. That you are more. And, while it may seem impossible to save yourself, while it may seem like it's too late, stranger things have happened
she begged me for more
i had but so little left chocolate ice cream
You are more than your love.
You are more than him. You can love him and not have him and still be at peace. Let your love flow and unfold before you, and let it go where it will. But you are more than that love. The universe longs to see your myriad of gifts and talents. Your voice like silk, your mind like thunder, and your body like the ocean, strong yet flexible, beautiful and evasive - no one can possess you, but they can delight in you. Delight in yourself first.
I wonder where the hell I went wrong
Couldn't see till it was too late Now I wander lost within walls of this labyrinth A victim of inevitable fate I was warned to be careful But I threw caution aside Desperate for peace of some sort Problems eventually multiplied Said it was only temporary Till my resolve began to cave And the ditch I had dug surely deepened Until the hole became my grave When the walls surrounding me Got to such a threatening height That they shut out rays from the sun I adjusted to life without light But I long to give one final attempt To climb out from depths of this abyss Laughter ringing in memories past Is an artifact I wistfully miss Every day my smile fades more Realizing one of my greatest fears That the longer I loiter in this low place The more likely it will forever disappear
I'm forgetting how to be happy
I’ve been far too comfortable.
That’s not true. I’ve been tolerating my discomfort, living amongst my pain, cuddling my burdens and stroking my grief. I’ve mothered my depression into adulthood. Far closer than my shadow it has become molded to me. A second skin. It smiles with me, We model new shoes, try new food and do crazy things together. Every news is the same. We’ve lost interest in this world. If you had options, would you stay on this planet? Exist in this universe ? Is it that the stars are against us ? We don’t have options though, do we.. With each heavy breath, it is enough that I still breathe.
Why should I fear the very world
Responsible for bringing my essence to life? Where does my voice hold most power? Is the only safe place inside the confines of my own troubled mind? Imprisonment. Torture. Continuous mistreatment. She's only a baby!! He's only a baby!! What do you stand for?! I will not bow down I will not grovel on my knees When there are glorious children in need! I will fight for their honor! In the name of Salvation! Your lies, are murdering us all Your neglect, is corrupting us all! Your silence, is putting up more walls. Armed with a sword of light in these dark times. I pray to our immortal universe. The Black Market crashes with the heaviest fall! In the name of love and heaven! Please be with me! If my time may, come now or sooner. Many wounds, I take upon myself to suture. Every dimension will remember these words... STOP KILLING THE CHILDREN OF OUR FUTURE!!
If life were a test, what is a passing mark?
– no extra credit for Infinite Jest HA, the moral of the story, this is the do no more, listen, learn to teach the trick, to any who know the secret word, which is, in any language – too secret to say, in the ears of all
This is an half-hour read to get to the last line, but no 502-503 etc.
The desire to want more
Has been corrupted Such desires means much more Than greed, gluttony, or lust Is it wrong to demand more efficiency From those who are supposed to lead us? Is it too much to ask for more empathy For those sorely in need of compassion? Is it a sin to demand for more justice For victims of hypocritical religious figures? Is it not our basic human rights To desire more safety and security? Why do we judge those who want more Because they want to share with others? Why do we belittle those seeking equality And bitterly challenge them more instead? Why do we put down passions and talents? When we need more creativity and imagination? Why do those who are greedy have their wants satisfied While the desperate ones have their urgent needs neglected? We need MORE kindness We need MORE humanity We need MORE wisdom Otherwise, in the end Only anger and pain Will grow and reign Forevermore...