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By some amazing cosmic chain of events, humans are priveleged with thought
feelings
and individuality,
but we make sure to kill as much of that as we can early on,
so all that's left is an aimless concentration of emotion and confusion,
and we're completely ignorant of what caused it.
our inability to face up to our own meaninglessness-
it's beautiful, actually, if people would just give it credit-
and our subsequent coping devices
religion (sorry)
and tradition (fuck you)
anything that will pat a person on the head
and say "don't worry, we have the answers"
These things, they mutilate everything beautiful and sacred about the mind and soul.
We condone all of this; resign ourselves to it; forget about it;
not realizing that we're
killing
any chance we had for true thought and feeling, we're
killing
our time, we're
killing
ourselves,
and we just smile and say "six o'clock again ALREADY?"
It makes me
sick
to think that in a couple of minutes, I,
just like everyone else,
am going to, fuming, use my time-
a chunk of my life-
to write shit to please my teacher and parents and that side of my soul that is afraid,
going down that pre-determined path
that may lead to semi-happiness, I suppose-
the kind that comes after the Hell of having the intelligence and individuality slowly and painfully extracted from your soul.
You see, we've been given that ability to think, that ability to feel,
but we've been given very little TIME.
This SHOULD be an incentive not to put that thought, feeling, and individuality to waste,
but since this isn't the case, that short amount of time is only a curse;
all our thoughts of seizing the day become one of those dreams that is so beautiful
that when you wake up you're as grim as if you'd had a nightmare,
because best-case scenario,
you'll spend your life being forced down a path that burns and devours time,
a supernatural wildfire
burning away chunks of people's lives,
while you know you're going to die soon,
if you compare your life with the grand scheme of things,
but you wonder if you can still call it death
if you haven't really lived.
They think I'm crazy, screaming and hitting myself in a hopeless and frantic attempt to put it out- that fire-
but I said "best-case scenario"
because they should see how they look with fire licking up their faces
singing their smiles and burning their unseeing eyes.
They're all missing chunks of their Time
and they don't even feel the hole.
We're all just kind of floundering around
in a very complex and unstable cage
that we've created,
but we treat it like
life.
how
dare
we
How dare we parallel LIFE-
the beauty and freedom and incomprehensibility and infinite wonder of true, sincere LIFE-
to a rickety little cage?
We don't know what life is,
because we won't let ourselves out.
But I feel like I'm the only one rattling the bars,
while my cellmates whisper about the crazy girl miming in midair
and about how nice the curtains look.
Our values are fucked.
Tradition.
Acceptance.
Respect where there should be interference and
Interference where there should be respect.
Everyone learning the same exact thing,
at the exact same pace,
although I don't know a term for that-
maybe Stupidity? or just Public School?
Where's the
INDIVIDUALITY,
the PROGRESSIVE THINKING,
the QUESTIONING SPIRIT,
the ART,
the MUSIC,
the ones who can
see
that they're in a cage,
on fire,
on a man-made path called Hell,
who are screaming and hitting themselves and rattling the bars,
who are desperately begging for TIME, for CHANGE, for a heart-wrenching saxophone solo,
for a new color,
for a new plot,
for a new thought,
for a new generation full of the spirit of REVOLUTION,
of ANGER,
of DANCE,
of BREAKING THE RULES,
of CHANGING THE RULES,
of NEVER BEING AFRAID-
Where ARE they?
Because my screams,
they echo through this cage, and they sound
awfully
alone...
This is really a melodramatic poem, but I NEEDED to get it out of my system. It felt AWESOME.
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sweetmanillagirl Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012  Student Artisan Crafter
very very true
well said
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asecretoutlet Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012
thanks! :D
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lo-ke Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012   Traditional Artist
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Well said!

This is an issue I've been obsessing over lately
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asecretoutlet Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2012
same!! (obviously XD) I am not usually so dramatic but I was getting so frustrated, and I think reading Howl by Allen Ginsberg really kind of put me in a dramatic mood XD thank you!
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Hebbybobdige Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
I love this, it's the kind of stuff i'd write down when i'm in a ranting mood :)
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asecretoutlet Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2012
hahahahaha it's kind of embarassing cuz it's so emotional but oh well, it's expressive XD thanks!
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Hebbybobdige Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
No problem, You should keep doing this kind of stuff it's great :D
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asecretoutlet Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2012
thanks! I will, I couldn't stop even if I tried, when I get angry I write IT'S THE ONLY WAY I STAY SANE O.O lol
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Hebbybobdige Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
I'm the same with drawing and all my characters, without them i'd pretty much have nothing.. and i gave up on trying to stay sane long ago!
Oh and thanks for the watch :)
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asecretoutlet Featured By Owner Jul 26, 2012
hahahahaha you're right, i guess I should just say stay less angry, not sane XD still! and anytime bruh B)
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