How cruel it is
To deny yourself something
Which is born from you,
Something so personal
And pure
As a feeling.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
How cruel it is
To deny yourself something
Which is born from you,
Something so personal
And pure
As a feeling.
When you find yourself starting to break,
The vulnerability
Can seep out through the cracks
At the most inopportune times;
Asking for help in all the wrong places,
Shouting into the void;
Seeking help within normal society
Where the social norm isn’t normal,
Where we can’t express our emotions
But instead must be ‘okay’.
If people were as good
At receiving and recognizing love and affection
As they were disdain and hatred,
The world would be a much happier place;
There is so much love
That
Just
Falls
Through
The
Cracks.
I hang on to the nights too long,
To stretch out my days,
To set aside convention
And indulge in passion.
Humans are rational beings
Who can rationalize their lies
And disguise them as truth.
The trees know
About the importance of
Inhaling all of the toxic things
It is given, and exhaling life;
Slowly
Letting
It
Go
Out
Into
The
Universe.
The clouds receded
Just enough
To bathe in the sun
And convince myself
That I am okay.
artwork by Shang Ma (www.shangmaart.com)
The stars keep me company
In the dead of night,
For they are dead too;
Ghosts of galaxies,
Cemeteries of civilizations
Never known;
And so I whisper my secrets to them,
Knowing they are gone,
And by the time my words reach them,
I will be too.
Revolutions
Grounded in ignorance,
Fear
And hatred,
Nourished by the ignorant
Fearful
And hateful
Will never flourish,
And always
Inevitably
Fall.