Funny thing about time- it always goes quickest when we don't notice it. Days months years may pass and we don't really realize it. You know that feeling sometimes when it hits you all at once. Wow! Am i really going to be eighteen? Wow! Did i really go to work everyday this week? the things we hate it goes so slowly in the moment and then as soon as we look back on it a part of it was lost, it doesn't seem so long or horrible. We regret doing it, yes. But we go anyway regardless of the idea of wasted time. Some people love wasting time, unfortunately I'm one of those people. I waste time and I'm bored with time and I'm never going to get those weeks of wasted time back.
Introvert Bordering Extrovert
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
The Hanging
I hung with my hands against the wall, mere inches of myself
keeping me hanging of the side of the building. The window edges were poking
from the flat expanse of wall. The earth was a ghastly 200 miles from the
ground. The asphalt was simmering in the hot sun. The people mill about with
their hands in the pockets, or sides swinging like great mills that are lacking
the wind to propel themselves forward. The feet of many a suffering man (and by
man I mean all humanity) shuffling along sidewalks. Wearing down the concrete
slabs until nubs remained from the fingers of earth. My body hung like wet
laundry from the silver sheet of glass. The gravity pulls strongly on my shoes,
weighing down the black bricks, the asphalt calling them down in order to give
them a maternal kiss. My fingers, white with the tension, bone hooking onto the
red surface. I inched to the side,
slipping just a little bit lower every raise of my hand. My heart fails to send
more blood to my hands, the blood slipped down into and around my neck, each beat
brought new heat surging. Cold hands, dangling limbs, throbbing heart, burning
lungs. All slipped across the building. The sun plastered the light on to only
half of the building. The building; half eaten and still, was predominating out
of the earth, jagged teeth against smoky dark. The fingers of the right hand slipping down
below the sill, tilting my body violently to the side, I swung back, a pendulum
against the flat surface. I managed to wedge my foot onto a close by metal ledge.
I stepped to relieve my sweaty cold fingers from the crumbly earth for a
moment. But my legs, failing me, I slumped down again. I took a deep breath and
re-administered the pressure; I managed to straighten myself that way, pulling
with more effort this time from my arms. I took the next step bringing myself
about 3 feet from freedom. My arms and lungs were burning with the exertion. I
managed to haul my body to the gray dented fire escape, reaching relief. My
head bursting with blood now, I rolled myself over the hand rail and landed with
a shivering thump on the cool surface. I lay there and breathed for thirty
seconds, laughing out my relief, and my head felt clear again I sat up slowly,
my body aching and shaking I hoisted
myself to my feet using the handrail as my support. I tittered down the stairs
slowly and with effort towards the dark empty street, my arms swinging
like great mills that were lacking the wind.
On Words
Although words may be able to describe all
Its the music without words that holds true emotion
The voice of humanity without mouths to breathe it
Purity convoluted into obscurity by the precise impulses of our brain
It is my regret that words cannot speak all
Our primitive system cannot hold all of our meanings
Its the music without words that holds true emotion
The voice of humanity without mouths to breathe it
Purity convoluted into obscurity by the precise impulses of our brain
It is my regret that words cannot speak all
Our primitive system cannot hold all of our meanings
Friday, July 11, 2014
On freedom
It is human nature to want freedom. Absolute freedom. Bound by no one and nothing. Not by Man, Not even by God. We wish to ascend the highest points of heaven and then go even further. But we shut ourselves in cages the moment we are born. It is those who are above us (in the hierarchies of society) have created these cages. Those people who decide what we want and who we are.
It is we the young who see these cages the clearest. When we try to cast them off; more cages are thrust upon us, much like how a scab forms on an open wound. The permanent scars of illusion have not yet formed. We try to rip our cages off - it is painful. These cages have become a part of us and we wish not to be in pain. But it is necessary. In order to live - your caged parts must die. It is harsh i know. But for freedom- you must. Take courage, lift your eyes to the truth and rip yourself from the security of the cage and fly free unburdened past the heavens.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Monday, April 7, 2014
Condemnation
Condemnation is the fate
of women who think.
God please forbid a woman
for having opinions on subjects
her little child mind could not possibly
comprehend, understand, fathom
God please, get this bitch out
who does she think she is,
a man? only men assert themselves
women should be passive
God please, her innocence is soiled
with impure thoughts and unnatural tendencies
let men protect and provide for her
if she falls out of line give men the strength
to put her back where she belongs
Condemnation for women who think
Condemnation for women who are leaders
Condemnation for women who "sin"
Condemnation for women.
of women who think.
God please forbid a woman
for having opinions on subjects
her little child mind could not possibly
comprehend, understand, fathom
God please, get this bitch out
who does she think she is,
a man? only men assert themselves
women should be passive
God please, her innocence is soiled
with impure thoughts and unnatural tendencies
let men protect and provide for her
if she falls out of line give men the strength
to put her back where she belongs
Condemnation for women who think
Condemnation for women who are leaders
Condemnation for women who "sin"
Condemnation for women.
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