salvation

Look through the window to see the sky.
Blinding lights, blinding eyes, blinding mind.
I reach out. Air swifts through my fingers with nothing at the end.
Heart pounds. Speeds. Races. Leaps from my chest.
Heartless, Cold, Unfeeling.
Smoke fills the room and stings my eyes.
Hazy, blurry, blinding.
Up and down, up and down, up and down.
The movement numbs my breaths.
Congested behind my eyes. Pressure building but no release.
Shot one.
Heart races.
Shot two.
World is silent in anticipation.
Shot three.
Words build in my chest and flow from my lips.
Silence.
Feathers in my stomach tingle around.
Drums in my chest leave me restless.
Cars speed through my mind with raceways never ending.
Peace is imminent.
Imminence is dead.

goldfish, the simple creature.

What if we lived our lives like a pet fish? Cornered in glass all day, with the same 4 walls. Hitting the glass when we forget where we are and weaving through the same plastic plants and the little pirate chest of gold. I wonder what they think when they look at us. Their big eyes bulging from their heads as they swim around and scrutinize us. Go up for air, go back down. Small air bubbles escape their mouths and the blup blup sound pops against the surface. Do you think they know what they look like? That they know their body parts, they know that that flowy thing that catches their eye when they turn around and then disappear is actually their tail? I like to wonder how the rest of the world sees us, rich beyond compare. We have so much, give so little, it’s quite incredible that people as a species hasn’t killed off its own population out of greed. Oh wait! We do do that.
People in countries that have so little, actually have so much. They have the knowledge to appreciate every little thing, to appreciate family and clothing, to appreciate schooling and fresh water. We curse school, we drink soft drinks instead, we hate our parents and we always want more clothes or material things. If you put us, in our own little four walled glass box, and told us to look out on the world and not participate but just observe. What would we see?

Power of power

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace” – Jimi Hendrix. Today in society we are power driven, financially driven and more or less focused on what’s in our bank account than the words coming out of our mouths. We draw our conversations from the news, the stock market and the economy. Without these things our communication skills are limited and short, leaving us to “how was your day?” and “What’d you have for lunch?”. People are becoming less dependent on social skills and more dependent on money and social standing. People are monopolizing themselves. They are making themselves the most important thing above everything else, and that they almost charge us for talking to them or being friends with them. The infinite quote “time is money” has become the international symbol for socialization. Creativity and imagination is an abomination in the real world. You can’t really make a living off of that unless you are incredibly talented and even still mostly in cinematography such as James Cameron or Quentin Tarrantino. Being oneself is a downgrade from what we could be. Ourselves is no longer good enough for society or for today’s expectations. Just look at the job market. People who may not have experience in a certain field will not get a job because they are not good enough. Their personality and approachability doesn’t matter anymore. It’s how good you look on paper. We love money, we love social hierarchy and above all we love power. We love the things that cost us. Cost us happiness, creativity, originality we love the things that take away from who we are and what we think we should be. We are forced to cocoon ourselves until we are what society has made us; Money making, power driven machines that strive to be the best without considering their happiness or the happiness of others. Since when does happiness have a price tag in the form of a new TV or the latest cell phone? Since when has personal entertainment and creativity not been enough? Since when has being ourselves, not been enough?

Dogs rule!

Via: Online Schools

life.

blinded. lite a cigarette and inhale the poison.
silent. stalk the world around me searching for reason.
cautious. the lime light from my laptop makes a hole in the darkness.
crowded. rooms tight, starts to choke.
closed. uneventful life, markings of past fates.
closed eyes breach through for light.
twisted words seep through.
hands move, grope.
lips word, kiss.
body shakes, immortality.
shadows move across the wall following my footsteps.
shuffle on the carpet and fabric rips.
echos in the house from the suburban life.
the lie and the picture.
everything we know and everything we hope we didn't.

Freakin awesome

Soooo awesome

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For granted

we take so many things for granted today. yesterday. tomorrow. we miss oppurtunities, we lie, we cheat, we break hearts. we change and adapt, we follow and we lead. we breathe in and out. we go up and down. we blink, we fidget, we walk we run. all these things are just normal and go without thought. but when everything changes and things that you never thought about, become apparent, we stop. we get lazy and get clumsy. we get restless and stupid. we fall, we get back up. we hope, we dream, we wish. we try. we speak and hold conversations without ever thinking about what it is we're saying. we can love someone and not know why. we can want something but not need it. we think and we move we write and we draw. all the while changing. changing who we are no matter how confident in ourselves we are. we love, we lose. we lose things every day and think that we will get them back. but we take that for granted. the little things. the things we think we wont miss. we lose. we regret. we fear. we won't get them back. we try, but we won't.