it has come to me that i have never truly known anyone.

speech comes through filters,
through carefully constructed creative collisions
and decisions on what words we should allow to
spill through those iron gates we call
lips.

the people i think i know the best -
the boy with crooked glasses who i can burst my heart upon
and trust him to bear the darkness with a cheery grin;
the man with a crooked bow tie who allows me to critique his jokes
as if they were works of art;
the person behind the stained computer screen i now work at
who takes in my streams of consciousness with a mind that
reads painlessly into them but will never quite understand -
are not the people that i know best.

those people are the ones typing at screens like mine;
those whom i have never spoken to and most likely never will;
those who look out at sunsets like the one i see through the library window and think,
'why can't i paint that with words?';
those who understand that words aren't a gateway to a person -
they are a rabbit-hole that hurries you down through analysis and
worry and
mistakes
into

cold hard truth.

and i realise as i sit here -
a battered blue folder and curling textbook piled next to my computer canvas,
a blue backpack deflated on the floor next to me,
freezing from lack of heating and lack of person -
that i do not know anyone better than

you.

We dream
we want
the awards you take
We dream
we buy
the hypocrisy
We dream
we want
the new days you describe
in your speeches

The soap box betrays you

Twitter. Tweeting. Facebook. Facade.
Insta. Instant. Dopamine rush.

If you could separate your self from the stage,
that would be great.
-- but if you're going to make a political statement
while accepting an award for your humanity,
you might want to think about what your
individual actions tell the world about you.

Who will listen?
Who will ask?
Looks like money once more
takes the last laugh.

The toilet's right next to it yet you still **** in the shower
Your man is at your party but you're still a ******* coward
Your life is flipping burgers yet you still get extra hours
Your boss was your old boyfriend, now your friends are all his plowers

You have nothing to live for, you're no problematic fave
You're taking all you can and in the trash goes what I gave
I stayed with you for long enough, thought you were mine to save
All you had was track marks but I was your ******* slave

You aren't with me anymore and you have nothing in store
You aren't something special, you're a loser, ****** *****
Being a huge enigma's all you got, it's all your lore
I wish I could forget you, I am not you anymore

PRESIDENT TRUMP IN JAPAN
WOW WHAT A SPEECH
THERE IS NOTHING IN HIS ADDRESS
THAT IS OUT OF REACH



THE PRAISE AND COMMITMENT
TO THE COMMITTED ALLIANCE
WILL DEFEAT ANY EMEMY
WITH UNITED DEFIANCE



THE ALLIANCE WILL NEVER WAIVER
AND BE DEVOTED TO THE FLAG
WOW PRESIDENT TRUMP CAN TALK
AND REALLY REALLY BRAG


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VERY PRESIDENTIAL

Ladies & Gentlemen !
[a long pause]
We have orifices with which to communicate.
[laughter ; some uncomfortable]
Let us barrier the doors
(a fence to ours enemies)
and use our God-given equipment
to relate and touch ;
[pause]
flinches reducing to ease and practice
creating warmth
[long pause with mixed mumbling]
Let us be indifferent
with occasion
to the shortcomings outside of these rooms
[pause]
Our performance shall be ;
open tellings
unguarded and romantic ***
a friction of pleasure
a digestion
an elegance of respiration
fully processing one another
without shame
[speaking louder over the audience]
and casting aside shambles
In its place ; a smooth art
[pause]
and not a stain.

Walk right through
The handy open door.
It should be obvious to you
What the thing is for.
There may be no mat
Saying ‘welcome’ on the floor
But that is fine piece of
Symbolism to explore.

You can stand and knock
And be exceedingly polite
Or walk in and say hello.
That would be all right.
There is a liberal here
So there won’t be a fight
If you can also stand
To stare into the light.

The light is the glow
Truth casts on a lie.
If you can’t stand that
Then, you might say goodbye
And find another door
With some pleasing soul
Who will gladly take on
A much more passive role.

So, through this open door
We’ll talk about a good cause,
But, cheers for inequality
Won’t be met with applause.
How to make the world better
We are willing to fully explore
How to find more ‘yes men’
For you, this is the wrong door.

woah oh jokes on you
you just won my heart back
woah oh never let me go
please keep saying more things like that

WOW TRUMPS SPEECH IN ARIZONA
IS QUITE DISJOINTED AND MAD
NOT VERY PRESIDENTIAL AT ALL
QUITE UNREFINED AND SAD



ITS VERY VOCAL AND INCOHERENT
JUST FULL OF A LOT OF HIPE
ATTACKING THE FALSE NEWS AND MEDIA
ALL TRUMP WANTS TO DO IS SWIPE



THERE IS NO ETIQUETTE OR PRESIDENTIAL  STYLE
TO GO ALONG WITH HIS OFFICE
IT REALLY LOOKS LIKE TO ME
PRESIDENT TRUMP IS JUST A NOVICE

if your thoughts, like flies, do not flit across your mind
before bouncing from your
salivating tongue

(with rage)
                     please mix bug spray with your mouth wash.

Today, I have decided that I will start living. I will live for those who did not see the light today, for those who lie sick in their hospital beds, and for those who only choose to exist.

I was seventeen when I watched a fourteen year old die, yards away from me. I watched him die along with hundreds of other people. It was supposed to be a day of happiness, joy, and peace and little did I know that I would witness a boy die that afternoon.

My heart broke into a million pieces over a dead boy who I did not know but I could not help but to feel pain, to feel the dreading feeling that he would not come back to life again. I watched a man perform CPR on him for several minutes, pumping his chest, lifting his head and blowing air into his lungs over and over and over again until they realized it was no use. They even tried to restart his heart by shocking him and yet he still laid on the sand motionless.

My mom found me in the crowd of people. She had tears in her eyes. She had saw the boy being pulled out of the water and brought back to shore. She had told us his body was yellow and once they took off the oxygen mask, blood spilled out of his nose. She was horrified at what she saw.

I watched the men take the boy back to the ambulance, trying to get past the crowd and hiding the sadness that was in their eyes that the boy would no longer live another day.

I went back to my spot by the lake, pondering over everything I had saw and wondering if that would be me anytime soon. I was lost in thought for the rest of the afternoon wondering over the boy's life and his death. His death had such an impact on my life and made me realize death is all around us.

Death will never warn you when she comes for you. She's like a thief at night, waiting for the right moment to steal your last breath.

Today I have decided I will begin to truly live, to fully appreciate every second of my life. There's a famous movie I've watched, Titanic. Jack made a speech to all the rich people and talked about how life is a gift and he didn't want to waste it. Life is precious, it's a gift that can be so glorious if you don't waste it doing pointless stuff. Today is the day when we can change things. Yesterday is the past and the future is too far ahead of us but right now is the time to do whatever the hell we want.

Live your life today, truly live it. If you are in love with someone and haven't confessed it to them, today is the day to do it. If you're holding a grudge against someone for something that happened a long time ago, forgive them before it's too late. If you want to do something that you're passionate about, do it today, you have nothing to lose. Today is the day to live your life to the fullest and leave a mark, to leave a legacy. Life is a gift, make yours count.