I guess, I exist
the faint me
didn't enter all exits.
A bit less
my life's a mist
no need to flee
Bull in the China shopI don't know if finding someone
is an option for me.
Like the bull in a china shop
I was meant to be
with no one.
Because I break them,
others' beautiful core -
no more I want to see red:
color of blood and love.
Scales Of Life01010010 01001001 01010011 01000101 - We begin our quest on the scales of life
I- The newborn wolf cub: The first emotion reflected in his tired eyes is that of mystery; a
curious devotion to the enigma of the moonbeams that cut through the trees, reflecting in
his inexperienced gaze. He calls out to the blinding light, beckons for its shadowed silence,
and eventually finds comfort in the embrace of mother's love. In that moment, he hears no
cruel sound his purity can't contest. He shuts
out the light as he slowly drifts away to rest. // Perfection was a value whose worth /
Free WillFree Will.
Is free will a devout gift or a curse?
Was it free will that granted a desperate man to steal an old lady's purse?
Was it free will that resulted in multiple bodies carried in a hearse?
Was it free will that justified a police officer to shoot the accused first?
Was it free will that allowed a family man's mentality to be so perverse?
Could this world of ours get any worse?
Free will gives us the chance for all of us to be distinctive.
But as a consequence people can act corruptive and vindictive.
But without this choice, our lives would be constrained and restrictive.
Undoubtedly these two differing perspectives are contrasting and conflictive.
Without free will our actions and thoughts would be controlled and predictive.
But with this gift our proceedings maybe considered as harmful and afflictive.
Of course free will does has have it's varied betterments.
This advantage allows us to direct and assert our developing intelligence.
Despite using this intelligence for morally
This is my phone....
This is my phone,
there's many like it, but this one is mine,
my phone is my best friend, it is my life,
I must master it as I master my life.
Without me it is useless, without my phone I am useless
I will dial my phone true
I must text faster than my brethren
who is trying to contact me, I must text them before they text me....I will.
My phone and myself know what counts in society is not the data we receive
Not the tweets we get,
The reblogs on tumblr, nor the likes on facebook.
Knowing the message is sent that counts.
We will send
My phone is human, even as I, because it is my life
Thus I learn it as a brother, learn its glitches, the specs,
its cameras, the download and upload speeds.
I will ever guard it against weather and damage
I will keep my screen clean and fingerprint free
As I am clean and fingerprint free
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before my family I make this promise
My phone and myself are free to do as w
she's brimming with thoughts, nerves, nervesher anxiety ridden insomnia glares up angrily again.
she's having trouble breathing normally,
feeling like the onyx fog around the room
is suffocating her slowly.
an untamable black pulse throbs in her left
palm and flutters down to sit vigil in her fingers,
coiling around her knuckles like a serpent of sin.
wild runaway thoughts prowl
her mind, line(d) up behind her aching eyelids and tap at her temples.
and frightened all at once,
and she doesn't know who she is anymore.
May Fair LadyMay Fair Lady Lucy
I caress her pale skin,
That flakes with every kiss.
My hands on her butt.
My fingers clasp her outline.
Her company is expensive.
I am one of many who crave for her.
She has multiple partners.
I can smell her stench everywhere.
Our relationship must end eventually.
Her kiss will erode my heart.
Claiming lives is her fetish.
Everyone warns me not be with her.
But I lust for unreliable presence.
She has a bewildering hold of me.
My addiction always takes control of me.
Without her I cannot breathe.
But with her I will stop breathing.
That's why she cannot leave.
Because I will be the one that ends up leaving.
Democrats of JudgementHis legs are buckled;
Bludgeoned by the fists of hate,
Broken under wheels of fate.
Blind compassion salts his wounds.
His eyes are blinded;
Ripped from under tattered lids as
Tearing splits his worn-out skin.
Does he deserve to drown in sin?
Foes are fought but friends are loved.
His soul is battered;
Trust is spat on from above.
Self-appointed gods are sitting
High on thrones in paradise;
Drop their world down where they please:
'Atlas! You must bend your knees!'
Crying, laughing from their heaven.
He cries and crawls in hell.
Dollars be United.We are united.
- - - - -
We live amongst regular civilians, in our regular attire, regular jobs, and almost regular daily life.
What united us is that single message.
That single call.
That single e-mail.
That single letter.
That single password.
That single website.
That gathering of fates.
Gathering of souls.
- - - - -
We are invisible.
- - - - -
Some of us came from the countryside,
living a hand-to-mouth existence every day.
Some of us are a bit better off,
with enough money for some worldly entertainment and leisures,
and supporting our own families.
Some of us came here to study,
and to be a better person than before,
growing up to be a responsible adult.
Some of us wanted to run away from their own dark secrets,
terrible moments in their past lives,
and start anew.
Some of us came just to enjoy,
to live the city life to the fullest,
and to forget everything else.
Some of us even wanted to be criminals,
living our lives to play arou