One man is enough (poem #106)

I can whisper words like:

feminism,

racism,

sexism,

police brutality,

genocide,

homicide,

assault,

battery,

and rape.

Yet I could scream my name at the top of my lungs,

and none of you would hear me,

because disaster only gets our attention for four or five seconds,

unless it is in gastric proportion that forces

which forces or mine to not move along to what Kim Kardashian is doing,

or the next thing Apple is going to release.

No,

one person is not enough

to cause us to stop and stare,

or wonder how the world could be so cruel.

But one man can save a nation,

one man can start a war,

fuck one man can push a button,

the size of my eye,

and obliterate the existence of man.

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The notion of emotion (Poem #96)

The overall notion of simply caring about emotion

and how other people feel

used to be a foundation that philosophers and aristocrats stood upon.

Rather than partaking in a society like ours,

that is filled with people asking “how are you”

but not giving a damn about the answer less than five seconds after the words protrude their mouth.

We simply disregard the importance of human emotion

which is the pinnacle differentiation of our existence

and place in our crumbling world.

We treat is as if human beings have to work toward us caring about them,

and must be worthy enough to even get the grace of a single tear from others when their world is ripping seems,

all that matters is that there is rain one the horizons of ours sky’s,

and our sorrow fill the air with the only availability to breath concern for one person;

and every time that one person will be ourselves.

Because being selfless isn’t a virtue,

it is an inconveniences….

And God forbid my existence should even shed a droplet on your sunny day.

Society wonders why we live in a world filled with people,

yet people feel so alone that their best friends become knives,

their lovers become pills and drugs,

where darkness is the haven that will shortly bring them to the point where the question is in the form of a bullet

and the answer is the gun.

Society your answer doesn’t lie in the pills or therapy…

the answer lies in front of you…

hell it is attached to you…

the only organ that provides life to the masses.

Society the answer is the thing we dare to suppress

by saying it is to feminine and weak.

Well fuck you society,

because those of us who give a damn to give a fuck about others can see,

the real problem is not that we are too weak as a people,

the problem in society is that people stopped believing the genuinely caring is actually a thing.

What happened first didn’t matter…(Poem #78)

I don’t know what I fell in love with first,

Your smile or your laugh,

Your gentleness or your strength,

Your  tenderness or your stamina,

Your adventurous nature or your kindred soul…

I may not remember what I fell in love with first,

but I sure do know it was worth it!

Beautifully Insane(Poem #32)

I know my past wasn’t that hard,

and the the trials I faced are minor compared to some,

but still I can not fathom how people can look at me and tell me not to be sad,

because just because my life wasn’t as bad as others,

doesn’t mean it wasn’t bad,

It was just different…

I mean I don’t expect everyone to understand,

but I expect them to respect it,

because it isn’t their story,

or their pain,

or there memories that haunt them,

they are mine!

So don’t tell me I can’t be sad,

or lonely,

or happy,

or scared,

because you haven’t walked a mile in my shoes,

and even if you did it wouldn’t be enough,

because honey,

A MILE IS NOWHERE CLOSE TO A LIFETIME!

So I am sorry I am angry,

and that I spit words with poison and wine,

but it is because I am scared,

again,

just like everyday,

but I am taking life one baby step at a time.

So remember,

everyone can feel how they want,

and has the right to say so,

so don’t judge them,

just love them,

listen,

let their tears flow,

because when someone is crying out,

we don’t want to be told how to feel,

we just want to know we aren’t crazy,

or alone,

and that no matter what,

we are worth it,

and normal,

and perfectly sane,

we are human,

we are loved,

we are beautifully insane.

The little things…(poem #28)

Why do we put so much significance into specific actions,

Seriously, why does a hug mean more than a simply “I hope your day is going ok”,

Or why a longing glance is insignificant compared to a hug,

It baffles me,

because it shouldn’t matter as long as it is done out of love,

and caring,

and compassion,

So that cup of tea that they poured for you,

is just to show that they care,

So don’t miss out on the little things,

Because your eyes are only looking for a romantic sunset,

that the light of day is overlooked,

and you lose out on all the joys that you could have had that day.

The beauty in you…(poem #19)

You will never be able to see,

what I see in you,

or how important you are to me,

or how much I cherish your presence,

or how much I admire you…

Oh how I wish you could,

because if you could,

you would smile everyday,

and never feel worthless,

or unappreciated,

or unloved,

or forgotten,

or lonely…

Because you would see everything beautiful about you.

how your smile lights up a room,

how your heart shows on your sleeve,

and how you can give everyone something to look forward to,

or how you show people that no matter what life hands you

you can always move forward,

and that each story is beautiful,

but most of all,

you show the world that it is a beautiful thing to be you!