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)

Why does the news crave tragedy?
Because WE do

They understand we the people take life too seriously
That we must feel we are divine creatures
That we are here to perform some magical universe-expanding…

We secretly love when a plane crashes
or when a bomb goes off.
These events give us excuses and justifications
These events allow us to be angry and afraid
These events allow us to make grand statements like
My Heart Bleeds For Those Parents
What Is Wrong With People And The World

For what other reason would we proselytize over deaths
that have absolutely nothing to do with us?
Why else would we stare at a television and watch
the explosions, the fire, the pain, the blood
over and over and over and over for days and days and days and days

We the people take great pride in our tragic gluttony;
It gives us a false sense of compassion
Allows us to believe we are not the problem

How else could we justify
as a creature born with logic and understanding,
our obsessive consumption and earthly neglect?

af

(written with pen on paper)

I ate a beakless chicken last night.
I know that because I felt no pain
as I bit into it,
nothing sharp.
In fact, there was no head either.
Not only that, I couldn’t taste any feathers.
Blood?
Not a drop.
No feet, no legs, no voice
and stranger, still,
this chicken had no bones;
Just chunks of meat
soaked in a creamy bath;
no voice to drown out the drowned screams
boiled in its own furious fat
and now decomposing inside of my body
…I suppose it was the right thing to do, though.
What is the use of living, anyway,
when you’re a deformed genetically malignant creature?
Better off dead and consumed by me, right?
What a life would it have…
anyway
it’s not like I am responsible.

af

(written with pen on paper)