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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
StarworksThe grass blows gently
with the ways of the wind
This hazy feeling
The feeling, its growing
I love it
The days I breathe
I feel they are lessening
But I’m happy
As time passes by the unopened window
I look at you
I really, I can’t help it
I like this
These happy feelings
As I stare through the light
I see you again
I feel like it’s a grasping feeling
Loving the way I can laugh
Its mesmerizing really
I really love this happiness
The ways I feel when I watch the time
The passing of the long days
Its really blissful
And see you again
This time you notice
And you say “hey”
I can’t help but smile
Lets make history Rage the wars of youth
I’ll go facing it
There aint no other way
So we step up
We’re trying to make our history
You can’t hid from the truth
How many times have you been covering it
I’ll step up
And uncover it
I’ll meet it with you
And we’ll bro fist
If they fight
Then we’ll go facing it
And keep gunning it
And make our history
MagnetThe feelings penetrated deep in my soul
The long days I don’t see you
Is this really my feelings
You keep the obvious from me
So that I may know what’s real
The ways I think when your away
It mush be irritation
We’re going down
Take me unto oblivion
Rage and hat
They don’t exist with you
This haze is getting to me
The ways I feel for you
Fence me in
So we naturally melt together
With our unquestioned reality
Dawn always breaks when I’m with you
Let me believe it
Even if we’re apart someday
We can glue together again
The racing of my heart
Can’t be compared
To the life of another
Passing the days
A parched life
Of whimsical dress
See them was we stand
Above the lesser things
For them we hypnotize
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
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
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