YOU MAKE ME SICK

When you walk in the room
My head starts spinning,
My heart starts pounding
And my hands start sweating.
My stomach turns circles
And tangles up in knots.
I clench my fist and grit my teeth,
Thinking about the way you look at me.
I just want you to notice me,
And love me as much as I love you.
Because I do.
But my eyes are watering,
And I feel queasy.
You see, you make me sick.
Sick to my stomach.

Deep down, we're all just socialists.

Adolf Hitler once said "Now that I know people, I prefer dogs."

Looking back at my past, I realize I have lived most of my life by that mindset. I know people, I know animals. People are terrible and dark by nature. Animals are pure and simple. So on the scales the animals won in my mind. What truly amazes me is this was locked tightly in my subconscious until recently. People always hinted that I thought that way, but I never saw it until months ago. What I find even more comical is that fascists and communists despise each other by nature. But the one NAZI I have come across in my travels I did not seem to have a problem with. What's even more ridiculous is that he was my friend until he found out I was a commie. Then he stopped talking to me. Humans are so ridiculous it's funny. So I, a communist, hold very much the same mindset as Hitler, a fascist. It's beautiful and absurd. And honestly that isn't the only thing that ties us mentally. I know this because I have thought some of the same things I later learned Germany committed. I won't even lie about it. Once people are old, morbidly obese, or incapacitated, they should be put to rest. There are many other things we have shared. Do you call me insane? That's fine. I already know I'm mentally fucked lol. But I'll put money on it that I'm more intelligent/creative/mentally powerful than you are or will ever be. But no one's comparing here and there's no need for the bravado so please pardon my little show of human nature lol. Anyways my point is: I stopped letting other people influence my life, and at that point I ceased hating humanity. So all I have to say is: When I knew people, I preferred dogs.

waking up

This is my third evening on the wall.

I do nothing but sit here, thinking; sleeping.

But a warm light blankets my face and shakes me from sadness.

Anger and morose are beyond me now,
And I don't surrender myself to senseless anger.

Seeing my legs dangling and my feet waving,
The children of destruction taunt me as they gather their arms
And march off to war,
Knowing they will put their elders six feet under.

Their militia passes by around sunset
Never giving a passing glance.

I've grown weary of this time, and I do not want to see
Another innocent bird shot out of the sky.

So, with the timing perfect, I shall fall to my death.

The fall will not kill me, for the wall is not high.

And the men shall not harm me, for I am their ally.

But in this new warring society, owned by these radicals
Who once rallied for freedom and harmony
There is no longer a chance for peace.

Guess who

I'm so ashamed of myself.
Of my people, and the way those in charge take care of them.
I'm ashamed of the way we handle what are supposed to be peaceful international affairs.
I'm tired of the way our public servants waltz around,
Becoming a gestapo. And I'm sorry to see we are becoming a fascist nation.
And I know that those of you who have already fallen,
Those who have never realized that they have a mind,
Those reading this who falsely believe they have served me;
You scoff at me as you read this.
You think to yourself that I must hate this beautiful country we live in,
Because that is the only explanation as to why anyone would think these things;
Why anyone would think for themselves.
Let me introduce myself.
I AM AMERICA.
I AM THE AMERICAN PEOPLE, THE FOREFATHERS, THE SETTLERS, THE PROMISED LAND.
Sufficed to say, things weren't right from the beginning.
But our supposed freedoms are gone, and no longer are we a symbol of hope.
And I am guilty of what the blind see as a crime.
I smile when I see a flag flown upside-down,
Because something IS wrong here, and we DO need immediate assistance.
If you know me, you know I reside in the red, white, and blue.
But for now, I think I'm going to go somewhere else.
If you want to find freedom, don't look for me in the stars and stripes.
I will stay within those three colors;
You can still find me in France, England, or a myriad of other places;
But you must educate yourself to find me.
So until things clear up at home, you must look for me elsewhere.
I AM AMERICA.
I AM THE AMERICAN PEOPLE, THE FOREFATHERS, THE SETTLERS, THE PROMISED LAND.
I AM FREEDOM. I AM PEACE.

let me ask you

why do none of you choose to see? why do you preoccupy yourselves in such a way that you become lost to your own illusion? you allow yourselves to become so self-centered that you no longer realize that on the universal scale, we are microorganisms, and we are born with a purpose no greater than dying. EVEN AS MY DAUGHTER IS GROWING INSIDE HER MOTHER'S BELLY, she is doing nothing more than waiting for death. There's a beauty in that. Yet in that we are faced by the reason that beauty is subjective. It, as well as time, worth, even life in itself, is not a universal concept. We create it. We forge an importance in our mind. We cloud our eyes because we choose not to truly make this life something great in the eyes of the world. We decide to please the eyes of the blind rather than to please our minds, subsequently inspiring peace, love, and harmony along the way. Harmony is what created this chaotic song. We ignorantly choose to be dissonant in this world. So take a breather people. Stop worrying so much about what everyone else thinks, because none of you are any more important than a cockroach. And as long as you hold yourself so unnecessarily high up, you will never truly find peace in this short existence. So don't lie to me by saying you don't care what others think. And don't be so pompous as to find yourself better than anyone else.
Rather, let me ask you this: If you were truly put here for a reason, then why haven't you fulfilled it yet?

if you are curious about my short stories

then czech out where I'm hiding them

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ah that beautiful thing called uncertainty

so I post this stuff and not to toot my own horn but personally I love finding stuff like this on the internet so I'd figure at least someone would enjoy reading this bullshit.... but I've had this thing for months and no one's commented anything or told me what they thought... now I know most of you reading this are probably personal acquaintances but still I JUST WANT SOME FUCKING LOVE PEOPLE!....... oh well... anyways... who here thinks I could be a writer???.... also whoever wants to read my short stories//poetry I'm about to start posting it on a separate thing that will be accessible through this blog so I know this one was kind of pointless but I just felt like posting something//absolutely nothing...