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nonexistencehappiness is just a nonexistent idealization created by the masses of the social order
like faith, in its remedial educational filters lobbing your mind with their beliefs
the idealization of a baby before the lob of tissue nine months later
how long can we keep the idealization of the filtered recycled meat sacks we really are
there is no "Good Will" in others until the idealization of how Karma differentiates "Kindness" and "Sins"
life is just the idea of a seemingly existent guy playing the world like the Sims
there is no kindness, no gay, no love, its just an idea someone came up with
slapped a word to it and became apart of our mentally unstable social norm
Bird BluesFlutter flutter
Little bird atop a tree
Try to spread your wings
Escape and be free
But comes a grinning cat
Very fat happy cat
Laughing as it climes up the tree
Little bird atop a tree
You can't fly
You can't be free
A big slap from the cat
You fall and flap
But instead you slap
Grinding against the ground
Pain is all the Little bird found
But the fat happy cat
And a chomp chomp
Put an end to that
Food Inc.The disease of over production, cheep pricing, over weight sugar, and many other things, all contained in a few companies with “business” like transactions.
The most common illnesses, that obesity gives, from these cheaper, high-tech way of living: cardiovascular, endocrine, gastrointestinal, liver disease and many more.
“In 2004, the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) ranked obesity as the number one health risk facing America.
Obesity currently results in an estimated 400,000 deaths a year in the United States and costs the national economy nearly $122.9 billion annually.
Childhood obesity affects more than 15 percent of the population under 18 years old that is classified as overweight.” - (Obesity in America)
and yet that hasn't been changed, though updated, even in 2012.
Most of these come from FATS, SALTS AND SUGERS, that we, America, consume on a daily bases.
phoenixI feel the blazing heat
It fires up my soul
As I touch my finger tips
Into the air
Feel the rush
Across the scentless land
Heated to your bones
Yeah, you feel it?
Hey there’s a phoenix
Creating a rushing emotion
Its like we’re laughing
creating a world of feelings
The wind runs through our souls
Lets get fired up
It’s a gazing emotion
And we’re filling it up
Ah, its imagining
To the ends of the earth
Flying toward tomorrow
Go with the flowI the dance of the waves
That flow into my mind
The bravest fellows
Fall into the right rode
I love this feeling
Its just for you
Hey, lets go
The spirits of the damned
I feel like they’re jealous
It’s a really great feeling
Lets grant the wishes
Of the grandest feelings
Its one my mind lately
It’s a really runny feeling
Like you, love youHey, hey do you have some time
Cuz I’m feeling like talking
Hey do you like the feeling of the wind
The brushing of a caressing ocean
I like them
Hey do you have some time
I want to talk to you
I like roses
I like the bitter feeling
When you try to hold one
But I guess you don’t
Hey do you like to dance
Do you like the racing of your heart
Hey do you…
I feel like I’m rambling
Hey are you listening
No you weren’t
But its fine
I like it anyway
Do you like the falling feeling
When your jumping
But I really feel like talking
I like this feeling bubbling
And they pop
But its fine
You like it anyway
Do you like the grass
When you roll in it
Do you like when…
Hey do you…
Listen do you…
Um, Hey do you…
Like I like you
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
Pretty metaphors are for pretty girlsI told you to stop
spewing pretty metaphors at me,
for with each elaborate comparison,
I feel a bit more
detached from this world
And maybe I don’t feel so strong at the moment,
but would you be
if you felt like the entire universe
was resting upon your shoulders,
and someone was just there saying:
But you’re stronger than the powerful beats
of a butterfly’s wings
And maybe I do need more confidence,
but would you exuberate it
when the part you hated most about yourself
were the freckles that have speckled your face for years,
and someone was just there muttering:
They’re not flaws,
but rather stars that form constellations
Yes, I can’t help but hate
all those unrealistic metaphors
you choose to pelt at me when I’m low,
yet the irony is,
I know that those beautiful words
are realistic in your eyes,
So I can’t hate you.
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
Stuff we feelThe love that thorns wrap around
It brings us into insanity
The light of a new day
Always feels the best
When we walk on the street
The wind is our wing to life
Together we feel nothing
But as we grow it’s a feeling
The days we pass together
A tornado of falsehoods
We begrudgingly live our lives
But surprisingly love it
The paths that we’ve chosen up till now
Our, our lives
We feel them together
As we race down the path
We don’t take stops along the way
Its fine, its fine
I like it this way
The breeze washing our faces
Together, we’re happy
The days turn into years
And we still live
We like these days now
As thorns cut our skin
We brave our feelings
The ways we learn to pass the time
Its always a bitter feeling
A light at the end
Its always like that
But we don’t think anything of it
The rays of sunshine
It always hurts my eyes
Its fine, I’m ok
But I really want something sweet
We caress the waters of life
Caring the days away
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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