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Maria Etre Jun 3
I took a bite
out of the unexpected
I was starving
to let go
of my "should's"
just to see what's
on the other side
of your flavor











*And it was sooooooo
satiating
TR3F1LD Jun 3
Have you ever thought 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗬 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘? Being in a position granting free will? That is, not being someone's slave or held in confinement? Having a more or less decent income, which allows to satisfy consumerist needs, & the opportunity to travel the world, some probably consider themselves free (funny). Let's say you're such a person. Now imagine the following. Some bad guy(s) comes(-) &, either by threats of violence, threats of harming to your close ones, or threats of publicly disclosing something being a blackmail material, intimidates(-) you into submitting to whatever it is that they want from you. Or, vice-versa, tempts(-) you with something you find hard to reject. You still think you're free, you satisfied consumer? To me, being truly free means 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗢 𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛-𝗢𝗡 𝗡𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗘 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨. That is, 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 (𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛), 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦, 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦, 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 & 𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗦. And also 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙-𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘, in order to not be physically abusable (physical abuse, in its turn, violates one of human freedoms, namely, physical/****** integrity).

There's only one truly free person (with the exception, to some degree, of being capable of self-defense) coming to my mind when I think of it. It's the Joker from Christopher Nolan's "The Dark Knight". He doesn't seem to be afraid to die. In the scene where he walks towards the Dark Knight approaching him on his batpod, he expresses a call for the vigilante to hit him. He's not intimidated when he gets beaten up by him in the interrogation room. He even laughs in response, as well as when he’s in a freefall in the wake of being thrown out of the skyscraper. He has no people he's attached to (at least, it's not mentioned in the film). Despite he mentions "if you're good at something, never do it for free", he doesn’t seem to have any temptations, which is partly confirmed when he sets a huge pile of cash (which includes his cut) aflame, saying then: "All you care about is money. This town deserves a better class of criminal".

I can't allow myself not to mention that had such an individual a moral compass of V/Robert McCall/Jason  "Red Hood" Todd & were that individual an expert fighter & assassin like them, it would be not just a regular film vigilante, but a nigh-on unstoppable/unbreakable society purger/trash eliminator (whichever sounds better to you). And in this rotten world full of authoritarian regimes & organized crime, such a force is necessary.
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Вы когда-нибудь задумывались, ЧТО ЗНАЧИТ БЫТЬ ПО-НАСТОЯЩЕМУ СВОБОДНЫМ? Быть в позиции, предоставляющей свободу воли? То есть, не быть чьим-нибудь рабом или не удерживаться в заключении? Имея более-менее приличный доход, позволяющий удовлетворять потребительские нужды, и возможность путешествовать по миру, некоторые, вероятно, считают себя свободными (забавно). Допустим, вы - такой человек. А теперь представьте следующее. Приходит какой(-ие)-нибудь плохой(-ие) парень(-ни) и, либо угрозами насилия, угрозами причинения вреда вашим близким, либо угрозой публичного раскрытия чего-то, являющегося материалом для шантажа, запугивает(-ют) вас, вынуждая подчиниться чему бы это ни было, чего он(-и) от вас хотят. Или, наоборот, искушает(-ют) вас чем-то, что вам трудно отвергнуть. Вы всё ещё думаете, что вы свободны, удовлетворённый вы потребитель? Для меня быть по-настоящему свободным означает НЕ ИМЕТЬ ИЛИ ПОЧТИ НЕ ИМЕТЬ СЛАБОСТЕЙ, КОИ МОГУТ БЫТЬ ИСПОЛЬЗОВАНЫ ПРОТИВ ВАС. То есть, БЫТЬ СВОБОДНЫМ ОТ СТРАХОВ (ВКЛЮЧАЯ СТРАХ СМЕРТИ), ЛИЧНЫХ ПРИВЯЗАННОСТЕЙ, ИСКУШЕНИЙ, ЗАВИСИМОСТЕЙ И ВРЕДНЫХ ПРИВЫЧЕК. А также БЫТЬ СПОСОБНЫМ К САМООБОРОНЕ, чтобы не быть уязвимым к физическим посягательствам (что, в свою очередь нарушает одну из человеческих свобод, а точнее, физическую/телесную неприкосновенность).

Мне на ум приходит лишь один по-настоящему свободный человек (за исключением, в некоторой степени, способности к самообороне), когда я думаю об этом. Это Джокер из «Тёмного рыцаря» Кристофера Нолана. Не похоже, что он боится умереть. В сцене, где он идёт к Тёмному рыцарю, приближающемуся к нему на своём batpod'е, он выражает призыв, чтоб вигилант сбил его. Он не запуган, когда тот избивает его в комнате для допросов. Он даже смеётся в ответ, как и тогда, когда он находится в свободном падении после того, как он выброшен из небоскрёба. У него нет людей, к коим он привязан (по крайней мере, об этом не упоминается в фильме). И хотя он упоминает «Если ты хорош в чём-то, никогда не делай это бесплатно», не похоже, что у него имеются искушения, что отчасти подтверждается, когда он поджигает огромную кучу наличных (что включает его долю), говоря затем: «Всё, что вас волнует, — это деньги. Этот город заслуживает преступников получше».

Не могу себе позволить не отметить, что имей подобный человек моральный компас V/Роберта МакКолла/Джейсона "Красного Колпака" Тодда и будь тот человек искуссным бойцом и убийцей как они, это был бы не просто типичный фильмовый вигилант, а практически неудержимый/несокрушимый общественный чистильщик/уничтожитель мусора (смотря что звучит лучше для вас). А в сём гнилом мире, полном авторитарных режимов и организованной преступности, подобная сила необходима.
cut
You cut down the forest, tree by tree
to build another villa.
Cut the heads from each blade of grass
to keep in accordance with regulation.
Cut the thorns from the rosebush
to keep it pretty, defenseless.
Cut down the dandelion
to make it easier to breathe;
once medicine, now just a ****.
Cut the boys’ hair short,
cut the girls’ wings shorter,
to make for the perfect family photo.
Cut the native tongue from the migrant’s mouth
to create cohesion in culture.
Cut the stillness of the night
to make way for off-ramps and neon lights.
Cut your health below expectation
for a paper check, riddled with taxation.
Cut your love close
to save yourself some heartbreak.
Cut that which does not serve,
as long as you continue to serve.
Keep cutting away
and calling it progress.
How much of yourself will you cut away before you are a perfectly manufactured shape?
Viktoriia May 28
this body doesn't belong to you.
you want to crawl out of it,
and the only think you can think of
is how good it would feel
to just peel it off
and disappear.
you can hear them talk about you,
every word is like a slap in the face.
you feel small in this open space,
but their laughter resonates
and all the exits are locked.
so you try to make sense of it,
try to teach yourself their ways,
try to follow the rules of their game.
they say you can't win if you don't play,
but you haven't won yet.
this body isn't the one you chose.
you wish you could give it back,
write a complaint to the maker,
but they don't accept returns.
so you live through your thoughts,
dreaming of the day
when you can change your clothes,
your address, your name,
finally peel it off
and disappear.
Tobi May 27
I got a new suit
A new Rolex
A new Dodge
For you
A bouquet glowing bright

I had as well a ring
It seemed like gold
It was so bright
But it couldn't compare
To your light

I was ready
To show you a new life
Make you my wife
I said to myself
"I'm gonna make it right."

But then I saw,
That's when I knew
I missed, how sad
I couldn't have you
I didn't even put up a fight

But whatever
I guess
Besides, I said after,
"I'll have a coke,
Cause I'm alone tonight."

At the bar,
Music rang
With sailors in hand
And then I realized
I had no life

I am alone
I am forgotten
But that's alright.
Tobi May 27
God, I'm too tired
Please let me join you
God, my father
Please let me go

Mom, please don't cry
Because I want to go
Sister, do not frown
You'll be better without me

Grandma, thank you
Dad, I love you
But I'm not sure
Of my existence

God, take me now
Let me embrace
The icy grasp
As death beckons

God, comfort those
Who'll miss me
When I finally
Have my peace

God, I'm tired
God, I'm done
Let me go
Let me drown

Take me to where
I'll be accepted
Either pearly gates,
Or scorching flames

God, embrace me
Forgive me
But this life of mine
Is truly empty
Tobi May 27
I want nothing
I do nothing
I speak of nothing
I am nothing

I run myself
Ground into ash
Just to prove
I'm the one you asked

I am simply a tool
A piece in your design
The key to your light
Accentuating my shadow

A void I'm filled
Of grief and unbelief
That there's always
Someone greater

There's someone smarter
Someone stronger
Someone more charming
Or someone just better

I look in awe
How can you be so good
While I can do so little?
Why didn't I become you?

I see you
I hear you
You have life
You have a voice

For me, there's
No story on my lips
Or a flame in my heart
Just a vessel

A vessel to be felt
Filled by your goals
I'm your fool
And your the star

I am alone
I am forgotten
Not one I call
Or cherish for something

It's fine
I have many friends
Because I'm silent
Because I don't try

Well, I've tried. I've tried.
**** it! I've tried!
My twinkle was disposable
Because no one needed it

All I did
Was waste my time
Waste my joy
Waste my future

I did nothing
I see others
And I feel envy
How are you so merry?

How are you this?
How are you that?
Why go on your knees?
Why bow your heads?

I tried that as well,
But they'll never understand
They'll never know
They'll never appreciate me

Know of what you wonder?
I'm an addict
I'm a fraud
I'm a disease

A virus
That leeches off good
A soul
Trapped in an abyss

A walking corpse
A silent death
A study of void
A dirge of humanity

I want to die!
I've tried! I thought!
But didn't
I couldn't

Because I'm a coward!
Look at me!
I'm nothing
And a coward!

Death creeps for me
Calling me to where
I'll sleep, finally rest
Close my eyes to be blessed

I embrace the void
The sorrow, the pain
Please God
Let my spirit be drained

There's no bliss
There's no anguish
I hate my life
Let me vanish

Even Death
Might not want me
Please Death
Take me

Once I die
I'll smile
Then I'll know
If I was nothing
Maria Etre May 26
It's not what is left
it's what's meant to be
right?
Piyush May 24
The sun rises over a lily's field,
Early morning always brings the peace.
"Want some coffee? Add some milk,"
He wants to write—needs paper and a strong will.

The beauty of the world he knows,
Her beauty he recognises.
Yet he hides the beauty,
And always defines the pain.

"The world is hell," he says,
And somehow, he's always right.
He sees the bills,
He sees the depressed minds.

Wants some money, but
He's just a poet of the night.
How much further will he write?
How much more should he sacrifice?

Slow rain falling from her eyes,
The poet is dead inside.
He needs some rest now—
He needs a goodbye.
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