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Aditi Kumar Nov 2015
The guns won.
Humanity lost.

The love we thought we all shared,
Shattered and the shards pierced our eyes.
The dead wanted to stay dead,
But those who are slaughtered from the soul
Want all of us to be that way too.

Hollow
Dry
Hungry
Loveless.

On this day, I don't even want to pray.
I have seen what religion does to people.

It's not a War that's brewing,
It's a force field:
One that hides us from each other,
One that forbids communication.

We are a confused people.
Painting our false faces won't help.
And now,
I don't know what will.
Our humanity was stretched thin, but now it is torn like a lion ripped it apart with it's gnashing teeth.
Irate Watcher Aug 2015
You say I'm "reckless."
I take the subway alone at night
And walk past alleyways
I bike without a helmet
and accept rides from strangers.
I travel alone
to faraway places
with governments
America has flagged
and stay with strangers
I met on airplanes.
I have had casual ***
with lots of men,
I get my heart broken
from those who don't give a ****.

You say I'm "reckless."
My apartment is in a rent controlled complex with sneakers
stuck on the wrought iron fence.
I have water and electricity,
but not internet.
My neighbor was
in a hollywood gang
back in the day
The rest speak Spanish.
I find myself justifying
to you it's temporary,
but secretly am upset that
it will be torn down
just as I finish decorating.

You say I'm naive
when I say there is no evil —
just broken people.
It is people like you
who break them.
You say I'm idealistic
when I don't feed the system.
Why not eat the same rotation cause
it's efficient. *******, daughter!
Follow the recipe!
You say I'm "reckless,"
but I am just living,
and you are a scorpion
poised to attack
anyone who turns over
the rocks you live under.

When you say I'm "reckless,"
I flashback to moments
I'd never sting you with.
Like the time I opened
the window screen
and wondered how far
the fall would be,
crouched upon
a second story balcony.

No, I am not "reckless!"
I just can't understand
The point of fearing death
Or pain
Or suffering
The best art
is created by the ill-content,
the gonzo
the sociopath.
So why not let them live?
Please...just let me live!
Cause I can't take
your eyebrows raised
and the turned-down corners
of your pursed lips,
fearing I am "reckless."
Worried sleepless.
Your puffy purple eyes,
assuming I am floundering,
repulsed by marriage or a salary.
You should just accept
I will never have social security.
As a child...
you taught me I could be anything,
but frowned when I said I liked poetry.
To you, anything meant
a corporate ingenuity
To you, warriors
work hard and succeed.
They needn't take risks,
just business classes.
You wanted to pay for them
and then dine at
an overpriced restaurant afterward.
But I prefer the Bolivian markets.
I want to take you,
but you say it's dangerous
and you'd be rude
to the waitresses.

I know, when you say
that I'm "reckless,"
you are protecting —
a supportive parent.
But saying I am "reckless"
is starting to become overbearing.
You can stop now.
Cause you wont.
Stop it.
You will not **** my instincts,
only augment my rebellion.
You will not make me
in your image 'cause
I don't want to be like you —
Complacent in a bubbled,
grass-fed existence —
cows may live in comfort
but all they do is
pollute the environment.
The day I fear
is not your judgement,
but the day I stop living
and just say people are "reckless."
Even though I never
talk with anyone different.

No, I am not "reckless."
I ride the bus
and forget my headphones
I meet strangers
who become fast friends.
I learn about a world
filled with joy and happiness,
and pain and suffering,
and I love it ALL.
And I will continue to love
all the "reckless" things too,
just as much as you love me
when you tell me:
"Now, don't be reckless."
Arcassin B Jun 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Imagination runs free without a trip,
Or even a single pill or needle,
They use to put flowers in the guns of the authorities
That held them from their destinies,
The land where the hippies rest and bring peace together,
Is the perfect place to spread all sorts of pollution,
And even since the beginning of time,
MAN knew there would have to be chaos in order to be
A perfect place,
But nothing and no one is,
So what is the case,
In fact
There isn't one,
And if there is only one,
There is no world,
We have to band together and build,
Fortify and construct,
We have to live , learn and love,
Non of the poverty to ever be released again,
We have to create the perfect place all over,
For a better human race.
I hope we could unify as one :-)
d Jun 2015
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- Moments. Tiny moments. Big moments. Unexpected moments. I've-been-waiting-my-whole-life-for-this moments.
- Seeing the world through the cracks in its mask; directly in its eyes (or where the holes should be at least).
- Accepting the all-round unimportance of humanity to the world but giving the world to humanity. There is no definition of who or what a good person is. So hold positive qualities (like love, honesty, rebelliousness, compassion, affection) in your palms and give your true self to the world. Tell yourself you are good. In turn, you then will be.
- Treat the Earth nicely. You have a short stay and after all, you're just part of an energy system. Be nice to Pluto too. God forbid, it could use it.
Olga Valerevna Jun 2015
what is fairness in the eyes of those who never see
a life outside of here and there where everything just bleeds
it's in the roots and fills the veins with water lacking air
and breaths are shortened all the more until there's nothing there

if what we had was only this imagine what you'd do
so realize it's been this way for many people who
have told themselves the world exists to burn up what they have
the end is often yesterday tomorrow musn't last
for the people who truly live one day at a time because tomorrow may be worse, it may not come at all
Sethnicity May 2015
Thou 'est may 'est
be the soaking of fabric and dye

Thou 'est May 'est
be the four walls and the fly

Thou 'est May 'est
make scripted pictures of sky

So Thou 'est May 'est
Live eternally after we Die
Just Me May 2015
A realist are those that pick at what stands before them
They savor the moment of all cravings, live and let live
Those that are of no regret, take what is given, and retain to nothing
A hopeless romantic are those that feed on faith of higher being
They consciously analyze ever choice to its core, whether right or wrong
Those that are of selflessness, give without return, and expect nothing
Emily Fitch May 2015
and little by little you'll start to see
just how much you mean to me
Just Me May 2015
A weakness shown does not mean one is weak, nor does "a" strength shown make one strong.
Those that possess both are made blessed
Brieana Rose Mar 2015
As I lay down with lingering cognition .
The world is unanswered  or just not questionable ?
Gruesome perpetrators , despairing immolation , jubilant people and symbiotic others ?
The world is swelling , can't conclude whether is exceptional or not .
Gay , straight how ever the frame is put together for the picture .
Is it ethical or not ?
No matter the time or day , these so called "questions" are never untangled.
Despite the good or the bad or the opinions maybe even the acceptance .
Is it still unanswered  or is it just not questionable ?
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