¿Do you know what's the problem with society nowadays?
No one is allowed to feel anything about themselves in any way.
Yet, society is allowed to press standards on us.
Behavior standards.
Beauty standards.
Appearance standards-
You can not consider yourself ugly because everyone's beautiful. But you can not consider yourself beautiful because you are not the center of the world.
You can not wear baggy clothes because they hide your figure. But you can not wear anything "too revealing" because you will be a ****.
You can not use makeup because that's effeminate. But you can not have one "imperfection" on your face.
¿Do you know what's the problem with society nowadays?
Everyone considers themselves gods.
Everyone considers their opinion the only one valid.
Everyone thinks they are way over the top from others. When in reality, we're only flesh and bones.
We're only minds, spirits, trapped inside a body.
¿Who gave us the power to judge each other? ¿Who decided what is or not beautiful? ¿Who decided what is or not acceptable? And why do we cope with those ideas.
We are all equal.
We are all humans.
We are all fragile and sensitive.
¿So who are you to tell me what can I do or not?
The problem with society nowadays is that we don't want to learn.
We don't want to evolve.
The problem is that we have taken so many things from life, and twisted them until they became what we wanted, that we don't know what is their meaning anymore.
And we are not allowed to feel in any way different from what others tell us.
And we are not allowed to think in any way different from what society teach us.
And we are constantly looking for answers ¿But who's asking the questions?
We are lost.
We are lost souls.
We are wandering on earth without purpose.
And in the end,
it does matter.

There comes a wave of thunder
A quiver of lightening
As I block my ears to surrender
The images become more frightening

There is this tree covered with moss
On an unclaimed land, far beyond
Feelings chase me as I run across
The tree and I share a similar bond

Close enough to witness it all
The tree is in flames, just like my heart
Collapsed and fell, once stood tall
My heart weeps watching this art

As I prepare to leave, I look back to see
With the flames dying and ashes flying
The cremaition of this beautiful moss tree
I close my eyes to wade off from crying

This ain't real for it is pure imagination
How could I be at a place of such delusion
When it is my own world of creation
Running from my problems,
                       but today I found the solution...


©sim

Dear God,
forgive me for i have sinned

I have lied, manipulated and disguised.
Loved, liked and hated,
I have bled my sins onto paper
-poured the words out of my soul-
yet somehow,
these thoughts
these problems
these worries
still go unsolved.


I told them I didn't care
'beat me to death if you like!'
'**** me a thousand times over'
I have lost my will to fight

Yet my body is filled with anguish
and pain
and morbid passion
Stuck in this mortal body that I hate
who am i to complain?

I have refused to believe that pain is relative
ten arrows that do not **** a wolf-mother
only one needed to **** her cub, a daughter

When I am that she wolf
why am i
so ungrateful
that I wish to die
and perish from that
one arrow?

Dear God,
forgive me for i have sinned










End Note: If not, just take me away from here. I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell anyways.

To write, I fear
'cause I think it'll make me sad.
To speak, I fear
'cause the criticism hurts so bad.

They call me a rant
stating their ego, stabbing me.
What is that they want?
My knowledge or to be my enemy.

I was strong yesterday,
but today my success is bequeathed.
I am weak today.
My emotions caged. Imagination tethered.

To break, I am ready.
Like a loose invertebrate, I lay.
To die, I am passionate.
But it is adjourned to someday.

They made me run away.
And I feel it easier than to fight.
I can try for a billion billion times.
But,
Would I ever be able to escape this plight?

I am trapped under water
Without say.

This is my say,
But it is unheard.

They say none will understand,
I agree.

But that is untrue
Even if we're unique

Unique is a perception,
We are all the same.

This is society,
Where everyone drowns

Next to each other
Yet separated

By walls
Of iron-y.

By Arcassin Burnham


Beautiful and unique snowflakes fall from heavens
And each and every one of y'all had fallen in deliverance,
The kids that were always quiet and a lil crazy in disguise,
But will open up hearts even when they were despised,
And when the others bully you,
Make you feel like an disgrace,
The emptiness consuming you,
To make you fail at any pace,
The memories will go away,
Thinking nothing will ever change,
The memories won't go away,
Almost nothing ever changed,
Feeling like no one had cared about the things wrong in your life,
I would have always been there for you anytime, day or night,
I hope you sit up in the stars and embrace life eternally,
The memories are dead and gone,
And now you can be free.

Sometimes I'm allowed to eat and it not mean anything.
It can just be food,
Not a definition of unhealthy, healthy, too much, too little.
There doesn't have to be laughing voices
Around the corner of my brain.
I can surely watch the TV without feeling guilty.
Not everything needs to be labelled:
Food can simply be consumed without questioning if it is right;
If it's a bad habit, if I should put up a fight; stop right now; or if regret should take the foods empty place on the plate.
Because it can be okay,
Not questioning is supposed to be positive normality
And if it strays, then it will still be all right to realise that whatever has happened is fine.