Normal feelings are what I miss the most,
getting emotions riled for the mundane
the desire for toys and trinkets;
A free simplicity
striving for knowledge
unaware of any real truths of life;
Superficially rewarded for the games played;
Measuring accomplishments tangibly;
Embracing the clear roads ahead
with no thought of the destruction left behind;
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Take this woman, for instance:

Hip, beautiful, simple, passionate
She wants things deep in her heart
but is also logical enough in her European heritage
to know that a life with comfort is an easier one
than a life with love;
after-all
money is either there or it is not
but this woman will always be able to find enough love
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the safety of rejection

with those who are unavailable
love exists
passion exists
lust exists
friendship exists
trust exists

and at the end of each day
there is a twisted comfort
knowing another man must
make the commitment
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Why does bitterness need to destroy everything?
The competition
The rivalry
The back-talking side-glancing toxicity
for the sake of not losing
by whatever standard is decided to measure upon…
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Milestones are important in anyone’s life
they are what keeps us driven as a species
the desire for more
the fight for something
the strive for better

We arrive constantly at the fork in the road
led to believe
that only one opportunity
in only one particular moment of our lives
will define us for the entirety of them
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Self-truth is not always pity;
An observation sometimes is simply truth

I am frozen rather than free
stuck staring into mirrors,
everything in the world
now becoming a projection of
every image in my mind,
every thought.

How could it be possible for
one person to get close stay close to another
when their own blood condemns them?

Truth is exactly what it is

I am at ease with the story of my life

af

(written early with pen on paper)

These days
it is difficult to write what I feel
because I am so damn angry

If America is so awful
leave and enter the horror
You’ll see if we really are all that bad

Statements as such makes me want to
exorcise slap the stupidity and ignorance
from the individual’s soul

The mentality that
It’s not the worst so it is good enough
is a cop-out, a sidestep
far below the standards of even a child,
one that stretches to an individual’s personal dilemmas

In my opinion,
my two angry early-morning cents,
if you do nothing
if you fight for nothing
if you stand for nothing
all the while contributing
consciously
to the society you claim to despise as nothing,
then you are the problem
and your life is a result of how you have been living it

af

(written with pen on paper)