#organization
Why can’t I focus?
Why is it conditional?
They don’t understand,
They can’t understand
I’m scolded when I listen,
Dismissed when I’m not,
They can’t make up their mind
What do they want?
Why can’t I finish?
Why are instructions so hard?
How do they do it when it’s too hard?
How do they keep going?
Where is it?
Where did I put it?
Where are my things?
Why am I like this?
What time is it?
How long has it been?
When I don’t watch,
It passes like the wind
That’s so pretty, bright,
My thoughts are too loud,
What was that?
Can you repeat?
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
"Praefectus,
What does it mean to grow?" Said R & R
For I am Hellas - Helios,
But you shall be Rhṓmē.
"Is it just to take a name?"
For all of this is taking?
You, I shall name Romulus.
For you I share nothing.
For it means brutality.
"What might you give me?"
For all of this is given.
You, I shall name Remus.
For you I give favor.
For it means kindred spirit.
"Where are you going?"
You two are nearly yet full grown.
I have given a verdict,
Remus is to lead the people.
"That isn't fair! This is an injustice!"
Come back with me to Hellas,
If that really is your perspective,
Your family shall still welcome you home.
"I deserve this! All of this!"
Deserve what?
Who are you who I named?
Who are you who I raised?
"I reject these ways!"
Good. You may still yet come to understand them.
Heed my decision. When have I ever acted against your interest?
Praefectus is the most honorable of professions, I sense no honor in you.
"That's your fault! Your perception! Your perspective!"
You are still very young, Romulus.
The brutal mind can incapacitate,
Both problem & thinker.
You 𝘤𝘢𝘯 choose to be either.
"You speak in riddles, fool! No one can understand you!"
Your brother understands fine.
In fact, he understands them perfectly.
For your brother, not you, has wisdom.
"I will **** you!"
Save it, child. I told you, I'm leaving.
Heed my decision. When have I ever acted against your interest?
You are not fit to be a leader.
What can one who learns everything
Always still have a chance not to know?
To be unbiased, to be impartial.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 4:19 AM UTC
In the boastful, casual manner you portray,
You betray your actual lack of ruthlessness.
The act is a fun game,
But the consequences are heavy.
If no one buys what you're selling,
Suffice to say you're starving.
If it causes greater harm or grief,
Suffice to say you're swinging.
For others yet are playing,
But play not.
For behind many faces hide wide smiles,
By many frames are different the pictures.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 8:32 PM UTC
Heavenly Lord, thy Spinning Wheele Make mee,
make mine thy Holy Spirit glorify,
therewith thereon therein T̶h̶e̶n̶ then this thy thee,
the Webweave Loomeyarn thy for glory dy.
I am thyselfe All pinkt with Judgment fine,
that Then their Words is Ordinances Twine:
Affections make thy Holy to be Reele.
yee Actions fill shall My apparell may.
My Conversation make and reele thy Wheele.
Will mine the Holy thy of mine display.
Affections me with cloath My wayes and quills thy,
Then make me Then to make same Fulling Mills thy:
Memory Make of Flyers knit bee neate,
And Swift my Soulespun Spooleyarn winde before,
Varnisht in Colours Choice That flowers compleate,
my Distaff Make thine Understanding for.
And,Cloathd in Holy robes, my Conscience, Lord,
O Paradise and glory shine thy Worde...
Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 6:47 PM UTC
Your view
is skewed
and my view
is true
**** all that oppose
the spoken word.
This is the way
to our purity
and their salvation.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
brain's running on a train track
destination's outta wack
no station in sight
breaks off left and right
no telling
where my mind
will go
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
I'm extremely disorganized
I don't know what belongs where
Take my eyes for example
I can't find a place to rest them
I tried setting them on you
But everyone agreed that **** wasn't working
They explained that an organized man
Adheres to categories
And you and I
Are not of a kind
I attempted to argue that you organized me
My heart
My mind
You folded me neatly
When you beat me
You always made sure to set me aside when you were done with me
You'd place me in a bin
Or release me to the wind
Yet there was a burdensome fault in my littered logic
They explained that an organized man
Is clean
I must use eyes that are sanitized
To see how we're not categorized
And avoid your matador eyes
Because things will get messy
When the bull in your fists
Sees the roses in my heart
My humanity starts to part
And my wishes I begin to opine
For the nature of a bovine
So I wouldn't misplace my eyes
And be what I'm classified
But that nature eludes me
As do most things
On account of me being disorganized and all
But I'm a quick learner order burner page turner
I may not know what belongs where
But I know I belong neither here nor there
Making my eyes not belong anywhere
This is what develops my entropy stare
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
*
Organized teaching limits some learning
Blinds us from truth, the shiny is alluring.
Organized media sometimes mislead information
Their freedom has boundaries of confrontation.
Organized politics always have hidden agenda
- A self-absorb Propaganda.
*
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
Naalala ko noon
Tinanggap mo ako ng buong buo
Sa inyong lahat ikaw lang
Kaya ayokong lumayo
Nagbago ka
Pinilit kong mahalin ulit kita
Kahit alam kong hindi na
ikaw ang dati kong kilala
Akala ko noon, magiging maayos ang lahat
Kung paano mo ako tinanggap noon
magiging ganoon din ngayon
Pero bakit hindi?
Ayoko sa lahat, iniipit ako
Ayoko sa lahat, papatali ako
Ayoko sa lahat, magiging alipin ako
Ayoko sa lahat, pipilitin ako
Gusto kong gawin 'to
Pero bigyan mo ako ng oras
Hindi ikaw ang mundo ko
na laging iikot lang sa'yo
Maraming nagsasabing
hirap na sila sa'yo
Gusto kitang iligtas
Gusto kitang magbago
Bago kita iwan
Sana kahit paano
May magbago
Kahit para na lang sa kanila
Babalik ako
At hinihiling ko
Sana bumalik ka sa dati
Parang noong unang tinanggap mo ako
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
Precise and organized
is the place we live.
A chair, a city, a country, a world, a galaxy,
all have systems of organization.
Running like clockwork,
precise and intricate,
everything in the universe is perfect.
But I don’t understand why.
I think to myself:
Why is the universe not a messy soup?
How is everything so independent physically?
The universe was once chaotic, random, and tumultuous.
But now it is neat and calm.
We live in a tranquil era of the universe
where such a world we inhabit can exist.
This entropy has served us well.
We don’t have to worry.
Everything will be alright.
Yet as I write this war and struggle encompass our earth.
People are dying in the hands of their loved ones.
Screams, tears, shots, explosions.
These frightening realities
come from a beautiful blue marble of a planet.
Life requires just right conditions
to grow and evolve.
Yet life is the sole imperfection in this universe.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC