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     This is where I will put all my writing that is not poetry. So on this part of the site you will see rants, essays, stories, etc. I don't usually write that many things that are not poems so the updates to this part may be few and far between but please feel free to comment on what's here.


People

I'm mad. Furious. Sad. Upset. I don't know. I just don't think that
it's right and nothing is right anymore. I don't understand why things
have to happen, but they do. Stupid things things that would never
have happened if  thought had been involved. I don't understand
anything anymore I really don't. Blame should be placed where it
belongs and distrubuted equally. No one applies that thought though.
It doesn't matter to them untill something does happen then they
wonder why it's happening to them.

People just don't understand anything. No one will ever believe the
same things and that's okay but some values should be universal. If
everyone applied thought to their actions before they became actions
you wouldn't have so many stupid mistakes.

Nothing real matters anymore in fact if you have something real they
tell you that it's wrong and it won't last. I believe that reality
can last. The real things in life; love, hate, pain, tears. I can't
even say that tears are real anymore because now they are cried for
no good reason. Someone said something shallow and someone else took
it to be real and cried. I don't understand that at all. I don't cry
because I don't understand tears and when I do cry it's for real
reasons. Real is relative but I think that people have their
priorities mixed up. Why? Society has made it this way. What is real?
I don't know anymore. It can't be this candy coated dumbed down
for our enjoyment world that we live in.

Safety is and illusion that we have a death-grip on. Our fingers may
bleed but we refuse to fall away from what is safe. Even I can't fall
away that's how ingrained it is in my psyche. I no longer need to
understand I just need to do whatever I'm told to and hope that's right.
It may not be real but it's right according to....I really don't know
who. Everyone goes through each day without really seeing anything.
Nothing gets past them but nothing is seen by them.

I don't believe that anyone is free anymore. We may have a false
sense of freedom. We can choose what to do. Yes but what are your
choices? exactly. You don't have a decision about what your choices
are at all. You are limited by many things, people mainly, or
rather that's all that limits you; the fact that you are human
and can't do anything about that.

The need to create entertainment for ourselves is overwhelming
when you think about it. Everything revolves around humankinds
need to be entertained. Why do we need to be entertained?
Because we've left nothing for us to do naturally. It's all
taken care of by machines and other animals. Yes people are
animals. I don't care what you say, we're not smarter or
stronger than any of the other animals. If we are not animals
what are we? Gods? No we will never be that. We are not the
higher power we are not what we make ourselves to be. Truthfully
we are not even very strong animals. Many say we are the top
of the food chain but that's a lie and a very big one at that.
he only reason we think that is because we kill needlessly with
our little guns and machines. Poison the planet with our toxins.
Destroy our home ever so slowly.

Humans are a virus. A parasite. Pesticides won't wipe us out,
you can't call an exterminator, there's really nothing you
can do about it.


Peeling

She wraps her tiny arms around herself. Her fingers grasp her arms
so hard you would think that bruises will be left there, five on
each arm in the shape of fingerprints. Her fingernails dig into her
flesh leaving reddened crescents of nearly broken skin. She doesn't
want nearly broken skin but there is no strength left in her to
press any harder.

She is pretty, but no one will tell her that. Beauty is only skin
deep and she wants to peel away hers in hopes of finding her own
beauty. What she doesn't know is killing her. No one will tell her
she's beautiful, no one cares.

No one cares that one day she will be taken away. When her secret
is discovered. She wants to be loved and held but she won't let
anyone come close. Darkness closes in on her. She is just another
lost beauty corrupted by darkness. Peeling the skin away to show
the beauty within herself.


Advice for You Whiners

Okay, some people really need to get over themselves. They are not the center of the world (no matter how badly they want to be). Seriously, it's incredibly aggrivating when you're talking to someone and it starts out as a decent conversation then it turns in to an hour of them crying about how their life sucks.

I'm not saying that I don't care, I do care, about things that are actual tragedies. It's these people that whine about every little thing in their life like they're the only one with problems. I'll tell you what, you're not. Sorry to say but no amount of self pity will change that. I don't have to feel sorry for you constantly, I mean okay for awhile I can listen and lend a sypathetic ear but after awhile you're just repeating the same stuff over and over. No one really cares after awile.

Oh and what really gets me are these people who go on and on about their problems, even though they are the ones who caused them in the first place. Hey! Maybe if you put some thought into your actions you wouldn't screw up so bad! Is that really too much to ask. Okay, okay so some mistakes you can't help but others are completely avoidable if you stop and think about what you're doing.

That's how it works, think about things then you won't f**k yourself over and if you can't stop it then fine maybe someone will listen to you.
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