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those are the options a boy is given at birth, a choice between two evils— for to be is to conform, to choose the path of ignorance, for to not be is to remove oneself, to stray from the social norms, To be is to blend, to fade into a mass of faces that never ask questions, to wear the uniform of comfort, to follow the crowd without ever knowing why. It’s to shut your eyes, to smile and nod, and pretend that you’ve figured it out when the truth is you’re just drifting, suspended in a current that leads nowhere. But to not be— to stand apart— is to feel the weight of a world that cannot understand you. It’s to be misunderstood, labeled as lost or crazy, but deep inside, there’s a fire that refuses to be extinguished. To not be is to question everything, even your own reflection, to challenge what is said to be true and create your own truths, even when it feels like you’re the only one who believes them. And so the boy stands, on the edge of these two choices, each a path with its own promise, its own cost. To be is to live in a lie that everyone else accepts— to wear a mask that fits just right, but hides the person beneath. To not be is to risk it all— to tear away the mask, to live in the rawness of truth, to be exposed, and to wonder if the world will ever be ready to see you as you are. And so, the boy is left wondering was he given two options at birth? Or was the real choice always this— to be neither, to refuse the roles they've set before him, and to create his own way, somewhere between the lies and the isolation? To decide not what the world tells him he must be, but to question, to carve out his own existence— for, perhaps, the answer lies in asking the question again and again… to be or not to be?
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Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 6:10 AM UTC
To Be Or Not To Be
those are the options a boy is given at birth, a choice between two evils— for to be is to conform, to choose the path of ignorance, for to not be is to remove oneself, to stray from the social norms, To be is to blend, to fade into a mass of faces that never ask questions, to wear the uniform of comfort, to follow the crowd without ever knowing why. It’s to shut your eyes, to smile and nod, and pretend that you’ve figured it out when the truth is you’re just drifting, suspended in a current that leads nowhere. But to not be— to stand apart— is to feel the weight of a world that cannot understand you. It’s to be misunderstood, labeled as lost or crazy, but deep inside, there’s a fire that refuses to be extinguished. To not be is to question everything, even your own reflection, to challenge what is said to be true and create your own truths, even when it feels like you’re the only one who believes them. And so the boy stands, on the edge of these two choices, each a path with its own promise, its own cost. To be is to live in a lie that everyone else accepts— to wear a mask that fits just right, but hides the person beneath. To not be is to risk it all— to tear away the mask, to live in the rawness of truth, to be exposed, and to wonder if the world will ever be ready to see you as you are. And so, the boy is left wondering was he given two options at birth? Or was the real choice always this— to be neither, to refuse the roles they've set before him, and to create his own way, somewhere between the lies and the isolation? To decide not what the world tells him he must be, but to question, to carve out his own existence— for, perhaps, the answer lies in asking the question again and again… to be or not to be?
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Every human regrets existence at least once To the bumbling genius and even the competent dunce Assuming we live just to meet our demise Thinking this is hell, humanity must be a disguise Contemplating a worse case scenario Like a curse, falling down like a domino Ripping off hair, skin, even your very own soul Begetting traits of a meat puppet with no true goals Yet, even then, we choose to exist Through tears and fears we choose to exist When we feel queer, as we smear tears, we we choose to admit at our lowest point, on our knees we choose to submit The same emotions that invite us to death are all the same Those that are frightened by it feel too ashamed Telling us to jump off a roof, yet dissuading us bit by bit Vera Causa and effect, the reason yet the precipice Our own heart hates us Yet saves us when we want to dismiss Maybe it's the birds chirping joyfully The sound of children ceremoniously The that of "It'll get better" "It must get better!" Or that our Death brings a greater regret Be that as it may, Exist Guilelessly and Free Sometimes your very constraints are the ones you cannot see To Be or Not to Be, or answer is yours To see this life as a blessing, or an arduous Chore
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Sep 26, 2023
Sep 26, 2023 at 10:10 AM UTC
What gives us breath?
To be, Or not to be Without you, Will there even be the idea of me? Everything surrounds scream blue Your tenderness Your messages Your cassettes Without your eyes, I don’t think I can breathe Does this heart of mine get the right to remain silent? Or can it beat, only for you? To be, Or not to be Without you, There wouldn’t be me
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Oct 14, 2022
Oct 14, 2022 at 1:02 AM UTC
To be, or not to be
Only the stars can save me now Grant me the honor of no gravity Let me float away in space Weightless Away from the world Solidarity Singularity Independency Make me one with the cosmos Space dust coalescing Stars birthing and dying In simple, silent majesty And vehement violence If it can even be called violence without malicious intent coined by **** sapiens brains For into the void there is nothing Sweet, sweet nothing No society No expectations No humanly constructs It just is Or it isn’t What a concept
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
Only the Stars Can Save Me Now
To watch or not to watch. That is the question;whether it is nobler in my mind to suffer the feels and emotions of addicting shows and yet be so in love with them. To watch, to cry. One more episode and only sleep will help me to end. The heartache and the thousand cinematic shocks the writers are obsessed with. ‘tis a consuming world with everything I wish. To watch, to cry. To cry-- perhaps too much. Ay, but it's worth it. For, when watching these shows and knowing what feels may come, when we have shuffled off this depressing factor, we must not forget the humor that makes happiness last oh so long. To watch characters travel the depths of space and time. The detectives prove wrong the proud men and even the relationships and love ‘tween the main protagonists. The insolence of the hiatus that even patient fangirls cannot take. When we go on great adventures with a hobbit and a ring. Who could bear the long wait? To punt a sweat is a weary life. To discover world's unknown from books or shows. We travellers never want to return. Our fangirl hearts burn and even still We would rather bear the tears we have Than live in a world where there are none.  Thus Fangirls are not cowards, not at all Thus we are heroes so very proud So we proudly say take flight on the enterprise with Captain Jean Luc We bare our lights sabers alight And lose ourselves in the action Go we now happy as could be-- off to fangirl forever  To be normal? Ha! Never.
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
A Fangirls Soliloquy by Emily Austin
Fleeting era; Blossom of humanity; I caught you by the tail, And now you’re slipping out of my hand. As we pack ourselves tighter in; As we close the gaps with our wondrous tools; We lose our colour, And melt together. Tolerance, gift of our violence. You paint our faces all the same. I cannot deny your higher road. I cannot deny my head is turned, While being driven on with the rest of us. Like an arrow through a vacuum we fly. feeling the oscillation of the shaft, looking down its length at one moment, and not being able to see over the curve the next. Pointing at the flex from our momentary vantage. as if we or they were responsible, and not the bow that fired us long long ago.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
Free Will, No Joystick
I’m a hypocrite, I’m full of Wit? I’m harmless But I’m proud, So I won’t sell my lemonade To a whisky-drinking crowd. For those who order Sweet ice tea - I say let them drink! But New Yorkers drink Long Islands And are more like me, I think. I know I’m not an Atheist But me and God don’t talk. I think he built his watches And then went for a walk. (4) The armies go on fighting Until the reaper wins Or Armageddon’s curtain falls Before Act III of the play begins. The question asked by Hamlet So many years ago Today still asked by many, Still the answer we can’t know: “To be or not to be?” he asked. To suffer or to die?  And “Shuffle off this mortal coil” Leave our loved ones here to cry. There is beauty all around us Inside us too, if we but look. Though we might not like every cake We can’t crucify the cook. So eat when you are hungry And drink when parched and dry. Live life, for life’s worth living, You’ll have eternity to die. Phil Lindsey 6/2/15
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
To Be
There's destruction in the air.. Coming from my fingertips and landing on a blade Only, the blade is a pill, and no it's not just one 10, 9, 8 Just sit and wait 7, 6, 5 **** I'm still alive 4, 3, 2 Guess I won't be making this one through
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
Psuedo
How can I forget thee? How can I write? Memories written on an iceberg, Cool drink taken, shaken and not stirred. How can this moment be here and then let gone why? How sleep sweet surrender with no other visiting pilgrimage in sight, How when never at this moment right here with me tonight! Tear my heart out, Pull on those strings, No waving arm when she leaves and it fills, No sunshine, No border line that had been straight that ease that be line define difficult, Mean swabs of a tongue undresses me, Confessed me of how no more on a blustery old day. Not to be revered but to be inspired, Not to live as in bluster not to fly or forget at all, but to inspire us all, Earth O'hallows them and me to be or not to be? O'Reily23092014
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
A Blustery Old Day