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My Hope

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My hope is someday my words are weaponized and used for good.
Poetic weaponry used to discourage hate.
Words that hit the soft places, like a boxer dissecting his opponent.
Combinations and rhythm that quickly catch your attention, but leave you defenseless.
A volley that ends with a period and there’s nothing left to say.
I want the most violent thing a person ever uses to just be words….

Strength is not destroying your enemy, but changing them inside, changing their mind.

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The Freedom Illusion

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We live in a world where, we can be fired by what we post online, for what our hobbies are, and for being an actual individual when we are off the clock. Books like “1984” and movies like “V for Vendetta” can only get the ideals of a broken society correct, but by the time literature or a movie become classic, they are buried under the actual dated assumption by which they will actually be introduced. The prediction of results however, will always be the same, and apparently too late to notice until our freedoms are destroyed.

This time, those freedoms are under a buffer-barrier. The basis of speech is free but the mediums at which we are allowed to talk never are. For instance, Facebook has become the facilitator for our communication, but because the medium platform that we are able to get the word out is owned, we are regulated due to such ownership.

In my country, people who spread fake news, orchestrate massive hate and racism campaigns on the internet, send rape threats and death threats and spread every sort of bile go scot- free; while people who spread the truth and fight for the right are either sentenced to jail, end up losing their job, or get death and rape threats. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out why.

1984 by Guillaume Morellec

It Doesn’t Matter

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Sometimes people allow their past hurts to keep them down, the he said, she said, he did, she did to stop you from progressing. But no one really stops you from being great, from having more, from being more other than yourself. Okay so that job didn’t work out, that friendship didn’t last, that marriage failed, but now what? What are you going to do in order to keep progressing in life? Never allow your past failures to be who you are now. They were obstacles that you overcame. As long as you allow your past to dictate your current and future situation you will always be stuck. Get out there and prove everyone wrong, get out there and make it happen, get out there and get your own. Don’t stay bitter and angry…don’t allow your past to control your happiness. Because while you are focused on the people who hurt you, guess what. ..they are LOVING life.

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How do I?

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How do I fix the hole in my heart?

 Some days hurt more than others.

 Sometimes I even forget, for a moment…

 And then, like a natural disaster, my world falls apart.

 A sound, a smell, a song, a memory and I’m missing you.

 Reality hits. Every piece of my puzzle is rocked to its core.

I’m just now a human shell,

Cold and empty

(an old poem I wrote years ago)

 

 

Something I could never have

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Do you ever feel like you’re fighting an unwinnable battle
Nothing you do will ever be right
Nothing you do will ever be good enough
Things will never pan out
You will never get what you want out of life
You can try with all of your heart
And all of your soul
But you are just not meant to succeed
You are not meant to be happy
The moments you experience
Only provided to tease you
To show you what you’re missing
To show you what you don’t deserve
To remind you what you’ll never truly have

(wrote this poem few years ago)

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Love

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Love – the word that we use to describe what

We feel

A poor semblance

Yet all we have to illustrate the

Feeling

Which resembles

Color more so

 There are the

Yes

And the

No

Black

And

White

(some wish for it)

They are afraid of the possibilities

(a drab world this would be)

(I think)

(I have a feeling it would never know the likes of you)

(One like you could never exist in such a world)

Of black and white

(Glad I am that such a world is not)

Thankfully

There are

Colors

A spectrum full

And you are one

 I am caught like the moth

Flying ever so close to the flame

You

And I –

I am in your

Under your

Spell

 Love does not convey my

Emotive self – how my heart beats faster

(faster)

What I feel

All perspective is gone

As if there is a time that exists all on its

Own

 And I am glad that you have this power over

Me

(to make me feel)

Take me where you will

I am ready

I am anxious

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Truth and Lies

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We live in a world that is upside down, that says one thing and does another. We are told to tell the truth and then told to be polite (which urging us to lie all the time with the intention of saving face and keeping everybody happy). The rules that we are brought up with keep changing. The real truth about all of us mentally is that we are confused, and control is part of that confusion. We feel we need to control ourselves in order to tell the lies we are forced to tell and to keep up with the rules as they keep changing. Once we enter the world of control (even of ourselves), we are then susceptible to being controlled by anyone and everyone. We are lost and confused

We lie in marriages, we lie in business, we lie in religions, we lie in schools, and we lie in government. We are all liars, we have created a world of illusion from words, and the brain we are born with becomes polluted with the fake. We can pretend that we are kind and do good deeds to fool ourselves that we are helping the world, but we have separated ourselves from the truth, and we have each created this fake self. When you tell a lie; you’re saying that someone either isn’t worth the truth, doesn’t deserve the truth, or can’t be trusted with the truth. Everyone deserves it, though, and it’s up to them what to do with it, not you.

Truth is a living, vibrant thing. It lives and dies every second. Lies do not die until the truth of them is spoken.

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