Hmm

Hmm
i can see waves in the rain outside,
the pond in my backyard is flooding,
and there's a river forming in my yard
What a storm this turned out to be!
Sandy coasts torn up
roots of our neighbor's thousand dollar home
tickled by this rain
the breezes are strong
Oh yes indeed they are!
The house is creaking again.
it's been doing that all day.

Now it's night, i can't see it, but i know it's still there
Sandy coasts torn up
The rain beats fervently against my windows.
Plop plop
What's that? Oh,
The ceiling's leaking.

THE CEILING'S LEAKING!
get the buckets, the trashcans, anything you can find
Grab the towels from my room and hurry!

2a.m.
What a night!
But what else is new? Oh yea,
the others.
The ones who actually got hit by disater?
the ones who actually can't repair their lives by themselves?
the ones who literally don't have anything to their name after the hit?
the ones who met Katrina or
the ones who lived in tokyo in 2012

Who cares about this storm, we've been through worse before.
Sandy's just a kid who doesn't know what she's doing.

We are who we are... Disgusting lazy bums

If dogs could reveal their full potential, unrestricted by human gadgets. Who would really be the superior? If women weren’t taught to “civilly” obey men just because. What would men do about all the life they’ve suppressed? If all our cultural colors, inside and out, If we all found out there is a god, but that god wasn’t of any form we’ve made “God” out to be. What would all these religious groups have to say for themselves? Our brain is our only defense in a world full of natural and immediate strength. Our brain is also our one downfall, creating lazier and weaker versions of the natural “Human.”

 Humans, we as a species are disgusting. We are vulgar if not being cute or lazy. We are revolting and destructive, demolishing all to save ourselves. We live in the fear natural selection would deselect us. We tremble and hide in the wake of danger, run from those who need help, and justify our selfish actions with the slogan "Every man for themselves, we must eat or be eaten!" This isn't what we are meant to be. And what about all these religious groups? if a god exsisted, he would be ashamed of what we've molded ourselves into; that is, a destructive need to be better than others and to live on strong opinions rather than for survival and fun.

 

What other species do you see doing what we do? Who else argues over tiny little things like feminism? Race? Religion? Inferior individuals may be inferior within their own species, amongst their own peers and kind, but none are unhappy and only complain about it like humans. They find other means of being happy. We make cartoons, narrate nature films, and create human thoughts and emotions and impose human-like behaviour in other animals, depicting them as a civilized unsatisfactory community much like the filthy human culture.

 

Something. Anything. Please.

I don’t want to just be cute

I may look pretty,

Be nice,

Be girly

And be known to everyone in school

But what does that give me in life?

I can’t physically do anything strenuous for over 30minutes,

I’m not superb in

acting,

singing,

dancing,

or academics

I’m not even socially popular

I just meet people, they know me,

but I can’t do stuff

I can’t do Stuff.

I’m not musically talented

Athletic

Nor am I a smart alec

I’m neither street smart

Nor book smart

So what Am I?

I’m better off just no trying

Then I won’t have to face this

Burden of

d is a p p o I n t me n t

I always let people down

I don’t even have ADHD or dyslexia or asthma to blame

for not concentrating,

for making silly mistakes

for being bad at sports.

I can’t admit this because

I know people will only try to help me

And that’s the worse.

They pity me and then lower their expectations of me

And think of me as les than normal.

Or Only normal.

I don’t want to be normal,

I want to rock

 

We consume our Spoils with an Endless Hunger

We’re all drowning
In our pitiful gifts
Spoils of our parents’ success
What are we
But what our parents make of us?
What society has brought us up to be?
How are we any better than our ancestors,
The ones that came before us?
Yes, those we call fools
Radicals
Or otherwise
Weak scrambling fools.
They’ve struggled and
Earned their right to be fools
What have we done?
We are flattered lathered
With freedom
Government grants
Legal rights
Individualism
Opportunity
Equality
Fairness
But did we ever earn these rights?
Have we sacrificed anything to create those
Abstract possessions?
What right do we have to
Calls these spoils
Our own?
Our own inherent rights.
We take these –
These acts of sympathy
The goodness of others’ hearts
And we tarnish them with abuse selfishness,
 
“We can do anything we want to do”
If and only if we have money to pursue it
Laws and rights to protect us,
And the freedom to make as many
And as plenty of mistakes as we need
Our troubles?
Our sacrifices?
What we gave in return for such a life?
We gave up life.
We gave up the experience
We have the ideas, but we never lived
Through to choose that idea.
We are drowning in our spoils
Life consuming us
With money and “goodness”
But we have no life.
Ha! You think you have a life?
What fucked up life do you have that makes you say you have a life?
So you’re happy, you’re proud, you have love
But why are you happy?
What are you so proud of?
When did you ever have love?
 
The human race is dying
We are folding in ourselves
We fulfill ourselves with lies of
What’s right or wrong
Of bettering society
Of improving technologies
Of creating newer and better things.
 
What ever happened to those times when people lived just to live?
No struggling to pay rent
No backlash over gender, color, or religion
No compromises
Those times when people worked together to get food for their kind
When people played together like baby cubs
When love was simply yes or no
When the only law was “and eye for an eye, a toe for a toe”?

What do they smell like?

A girl
just a girl
nothing more -
  no less
She walks in a room
there's cakes, pies, cookies and sweets
freshly baked goods and home-made jams
flowers around -
  they've picked them from the spring garden

the girl
a girl
she walks in and
sees the beautiful room
hears the lovely chatter
feels the warmth of the crowd
tastes a muffin the bakers gives her

it's so wonderful, she cries out in joy
David brings a bouquet
pink yellow orange white
pretty. simple. fancy.

"I know you're surrounded
by five hundred fragrances drifting about the room, but
I just picked these lilies for you.
You know, since you're Lily.
I hope you don't mind one more scent tickling your
cute little nose."

What do they smell like?
Like lilies.
What do lilies smell like?
Like the sweetest heaven.
What do the heavens smell like?
Like nothing you could ever imagine.

You're right.
I can't imagine how
that would smell like.
She looks down at her hand

I can barely imagine
what this muffin smells like.