We'll always tell these lies.
Because we do not know what the truth is.
Behind words unspoken is where we lie.
We rest our heads on a bed of uncertainty.
Uncertainty of what the past could mean, or the future could hold.
The mask you wear is starting to fade.
Its getting old.
You've worn it out, and now I see glimpses of the fragile being within.
This is a race between us and time.
Will the mask wear out or will we?
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This is what happens when we're doing a poetry unit in English and told to make 5 poems in the style of Dickinson or Whitman, and told not to do haikus. i was listening to music and made 14 haikus and then changed them slightly so the teacher would accept them, don't read into these
darkness surrounds me/ dragging me down to the depths/ true oblivion
life ends abruptly/ breath leaving a lifeless corpse/ so much time wasted/ say you'll haunt me now/ i want to belong to you/ take me forever
the light falls slowly/ finally giving way to/ the darkness of night
the moon as in tides/ wanes then waxes quickly back/ the tide takes us over
The human condition is to exist upon the suffering of others, and thus the world has been split into two different sectors; the first or developed world and the third or developing world. The first world exists and lives it's life by exploiting the third world. There is no inbetween or middle class in reality. There's the people in the first who even the poor are rich and the people who are in the third who, unless are in a position of power, are all poor and even the richest are dirt poor. The people in positions of power in the third world, commonly being dictators, live off the exploits of their own people or sell their people to the first
chaos, war, and death. all these are the same basic functions of the human condition and will be not only possible but unavoidable within our lives. chaos is what we face every single day. you can't tell if you will be fired or promoted, broken-hearted or loved, killed or not. everyday is a new war on our selves. we are always fighting ourselves and our base instincts. we are carnivores and yet we have vegetarians and vegans in the world, we are violent creatures but we have people like Gandhi who go against war. these people are just fighting what it means to be human. if we'd follow our basic instincts, sure we'd fall out of our governments