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This Erratic MoodFeeling restless and excited
wanting to do something bad
But i gotta be strong
can't give in
even though i feel left out
but that was my choice
to maintain the integrity
of the love i choose
with possible future hopes
of us being "bad" together
in love with each other
When we're ready
But being reminded of all the fun
that people are having without me
fun i was once a part of
inspires this erratic mood
this excited thump in my chest
this dejected feeling of missing out
Why should i deny any experience
in this limited life?
But I will be good
I will not break my promises
Doesn't mean it isn't hard
Doesn't mean i don't still want to
Just means i have to keep strong.
And to remember
Lifetime trust is more important
than a few hours of physical pleasure
There are future possibilities
Be patient, and strong.
But why did it have to taste so good?
Believers: Laugh With UsYou are SMARTER than these stories,
MORE MORAL than this god.
You're A living part of a universe
More beautiful and amazing
than any heaven could
ever hope to achieve.
Laugh with us!
At these Bible stories,
these usurpers of reality's origins,
these obviously silly
and detrimental beliefs,
and stop allowing other men
to convince you to be
emotionally attached to
Big Bad Wolf and the 4th Little Piggy (Hemp)And then the Big Bad Wolf went to the Fourth piggy's house, which was made entirely of Hemp.
"Little Pig, little pig, let me IN!" Cried the wolf.
Getting no reply, and noticing a steady flow of funny smelling smoke wafting under the door, he became furious. The other little piggies at LEAST had the courtesy to be frightened. How was a wolf to keep his image if not even a little pig was afraid of him?
"I SAID," he cleared his throat and continued, "Little pig, little pig, LET! ME! IN!!!"
After about a minute of shuffling sounds -some of which sounded mysteriously like little piggy voices saying, "Hide the shit!"- the wolf finally got a weak-voiced, uninterested reply, "Wha? We're not interested! Oh, umm, chinny-chin-something."
Furious, the wolf was panting and drooling with embarrassment and rage. Finally he could take it no more. He had to solidify his alpha-male reputation as a vicious killer. &
A Spiritual Conversation"Now that they think they have souls, what can we do to make sure those people belong to us...?"
"Put the souls in danger!"
"Yes! We can tell them their souls are corrupted for some reason, some ancestor broke a rule or something, and that they're going to be tortured forever if they don't do what we- a God says..."
"Yah, but not until they're dead, so they can't verify if we're telling the truth!"
"Good idea! And we can still blame bad things happening to the village on their actions, just to keep them on their toes. We can also distract them by saying we have the cure for the corrupted souls, so long as they do everything we- I mean God says!"
"What if they ask why an all-powerful being needs clumsy, imperfect, not-always-honest humans to speak for him?"
"Oh make up something about the game being less fun if he just showed that he existed. Or say life would be boring if he didn't give us the ability to choose between rape and tortur
You're Selling Broken Souls?You sell already broken souls
Blaming your customers for soul corruption
You're trying to sell us Free Will
Which we already own in abundance
Next, you tell us you know the cure
for the sad souls you barter
"Give us back that free will
or we'll just make your lives harder!"
You sell pre-corrupted souls
to hook us on the dream
You slander me, "Fool!"
for calling out your scheme
To vote against gays and women?
Then I will truly be free?
Turn around and call ME intolerant
When it's YOUR OWN bigotry being screamed
You sell me a damaged soul
that I neither want, nor need
You expect ME to fix YOUR product
Before YOUR god can feed!
Repeating meaningless praises
just to ignore his greed
Who cares about evidence?
Or Life itself?
When your place in heaven is "guaranteed"
You sell me a soul jam-packed with your filth
- a soul you have yet to show me
You claim the crime of an ancestor is my guilt
Hah! Well, you can go ahead and blow me!
If you can sway me without ins
Yahweh (God) is IllogicalWhile believing in "a" god or gods can possibly be argued with a small degree of logic, it's extremely illogical to believe in the specific god Yahweh - the obviously humanly flawed selfish, jealous, greedy, hateful deity of the bible whose actions and orders fit the description of any religion's main villain, much too tiny and petty to explain the beauty and vastness of this universe.
Any "all-knowing, all-loving, all-powerful" god who has ordered even one human to kill another human, EVER, is a FALSE god (not to mention the hundreds of thousands of children and women yahweh has ordered exterminated, or taken as slaves... the Good god, everybody!)
EVEN just once!
Or any infinitely loving god who can allow the existence of a place like hell (without becoming so extremely disgusted with himself at even contemplating the idea that he just snaps it out of existence in the very next thought), just proves itself to be a creation based on the umrealistic needs and desires of humanity during
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
WistfullyOh i miss thee so wistfully
Your memory makes my brain smile
I hope we know each other for a long long while
When i think of you
my flesh aches
The feel of your skin
Your smile like day-break
I can't get enough of you
and i hope i never do
I want to do all i can to make you sigh
It makes me feel exhilarated
It makes me want to fly
My face between your thighs
makes me want to RISE
to hear your night-time cries
As i lock a stare into your eyes
I want to squeeze your body with the entirety of mine
Then we'll start over again from the first line...
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