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The problem is not that everything is changing too fast.
I can deal with anything.
I see masses of people everywhere, but I see few human beings.
People consume the lies they are fed. When you attach billboard words like 'progressivism' to a cause or set of beliefs, you have the benefit of labelling your detractors Dinosaurs, Racists, Creatures who deserve to Perish. Thus the ever 'tolerant' become viciously intolerant. Sheep become wolves, tearing at the fibre of your being.
But politics is beneath me.
The truth is, all I've ever wanted was to meet real human beings - people who will share every thought and feeling, who will discard the partisan masks decorated for them.
Instead, women say what they don't mean - they cheat, they make a fool of themselves, trying to engage the hedonism of men.
They develop hatred for men, and say that I am to blame.
Men break every code we've ever known, discarding all lessons preciously absorbed through the aeons. They behave like women - dressing like women, being obsessed with their own self image, through steroid abuse, as women abuse cosmetics. They create no lasting families, no art - men embrace cowardliness, and seek emotional security from others, as women do.
All the while, disregarding their own autonomous selves, men and women sheepishly subscribe to rules they did not write. A girl left me because I was a 'criminal', and yet, she runs from one man to another, none of whom have sincerely offered her 1% of what I was willing to sacrifice.
It is true - my Vices are legally enshrined.
I am my own lord; my own judge, my own policeman, my own policy-maker. All I've ever wanted was good for others, to have children, to take care of a woman, who would reciprocate my care with her feminine gentleness, and build foundations for a shared future.
This has been the ultimate goal in my life, above all else.
But, it was necessary for me to find real human beings.
And instead, I am alone in the dark
As this fragile shell of a world rolls by.
I can deal with anything.
I see masses of people everywhere, but I see few human beings.
People consume the lies they are fed. When you attach billboard words like 'progressivism' to a cause or set of beliefs, you have the benefit of labelling your detractors Dinosaurs, Racists, Creatures who deserve to Perish. Thus the ever 'tolerant' become viciously intolerant. Sheep become wolves, tearing at the fibre of your being.
But politics is beneath me.
The truth is, all I've ever wanted was to meet real human beings - people who will share every thought and feeling, who will discard the partisan masks decorated for them.
Instead, women say what they don't mean - they cheat, they make a fool of themselves, trying to engage the hedonism of men.
They develop hatred for men, and say that I am to blame.
Men break every code we've ever known, discarding all lessons preciously absorbed through the aeons. They behave like women - dressing like women, being obsessed with their own self image, through steroid abuse, as women abuse cosmetics. They create no lasting families, no art - men embrace cowardliness, and seek emotional security from others, as women do.
All the while, disregarding their own autonomous selves, men and women sheepishly subscribe to rules they did not write. A girl left me because I was a 'criminal', and yet, she runs from one man to another, none of whom have sincerely offered her 1% of what I was willing to sacrifice.
It is true - my Vices are legally enshrined.
I am my own lord; my own judge, my own policeman, my own policy-maker. All I've ever wanted was good for others, to have children, to take care of a woman, who would reciprocate my care with her feminine gentleness, and build foundations for a shared future.
This has been the ultimate goal in my life, above all else.
But, it was necessary for me to find real human beings.
And instead, I am alone in the dark
As this fragile shell of a world rolls by.
Literature
R.I.P Words
Do you know what it feels like?
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have not
Literature
Better Left Unsaid.
You'll be a lawyer-
I'll be a writer.
You'll probably make more money but-
At least we'll both be doing things we love.
And we'll live on a farm,
Just like you always wanted and...
I want to marry you-
I can't imagine myself with anyone else.
But you don't know that.
We'd both laugh if I told you.
So it's better left unsaid.
I can see us staying up late...
Watching kiddie movies and eating chocolate ice cream.
And having candle lit dates on our bedroom floor-
Taco Bell, of course.
And on winter evenings, we'll curl up on the couch...
With hot chocolate...
As I read aloud to you-
From a book of my choice, of course.
But you don't know t
Literature
I've Changed (Yeah right)
I've Changed (Yeah right):
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself ho
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