Stupidity is
A harsh buzz,
In a world of malice
And judgements.
Worse off are the wise,
For to use your eyes
Is to see that
Everyone is blind.

Relationships are *******
I want to burn every bridge I have,
Leave nothing but carcasses.
I have nothing left to give

I deserve to die
Who am I to the people I love
Besides a detriment
Someone to be avoided
What arrogance I have
To think I deserve
Love in return

I don't know what to feel
Grief or remorse
What is it to say
Life takes its course
You didn't deserve to die
It's so meaningless
It's all so meaningless
How can things be made right
They can't, so I cry and write
And remember the good nights
I won't meet many, the likes of you
Your spirit was so pure
Your heart was too, so true

There's so many you left
That loved you so deeply
And I feel I have no right to grieve
So I'll just drink

Suppose I was a gardener,
In a field of dreams.
I would **** the earth
And plant innumerable seeds.
Of passion, of faith, hope and belief
To sow happiness, to offer relief.
The corporeal, and the intangible
Working in tandem, coupled together.
The offer of body and soul
With the goal of a
Brighter tomorrow

Cogito, ergo sum
But what do I think?
And what, pray tell,
What effect does this have
On my being?
If what I constitute
Is alone, based on action,
Based on thought
What can we say of man today?