This Is All I Have Left In Humanity

Nothing would be more romantically poetic than us dying together.

The suicidal pot wholes of life’s scars we would drop in often.

Digging our own his and hers graves. Laughing… Drinking the sad atmosphere.

Today will be our first day holding hands yet our last day ever seen.

Both being the children of a dead beat happiness that we never saw.

We waited though… waiting and waiting… Mother said he would come back to us some day.

Now adults…

We grew tired of his empty lying promises.

Ridiculed and rejected by all means. By our own friends and families. Till anxiety was more of a reliable friend than he or she ever were.

No one seems to understand you and me. No one understands the true dysfunctional disaster of painful memories that linger.

PLEASE STOP!!!!!

We would often shout left. Then lifting our heads up to see that we are everyone’s none understandable spectacle for consumption criticism unfold.

Some way through our crooked unforgettable past. We managed to find one whole of a half in two different yet comparable paths.

We are truly a complete incomplete match.

It’s very funny to me how I feel like the only way we can truly love each other and be…..

Dirt drops on the one burgandy casket lowering slowly into the atmost-crust.

Ashes to ashes our bodies are now one in the same casket alive holding each other as two under looked so called crazy ones.

I will always be till we cease to breathe. Reappearing in the light wearing all white clean.

I will always be crazy about you and me!

So I guess I am crazy……..

About escape….

 

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34 thoughts on “This Is All I Have Left In Humanity

  1. A hurt heart with a lot of soul here.
    The truth is not always palatable but it needs to be said… I have been paging through your posts. Raw Emotions here. Real, harsh, reality.
    South Africa feels sometimes like what you have mentioned.
    Kavita
    Sunshiny Rainbow South Africa.

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    • Thanks for your comment!

      South Africa huh… Well these types of emotions are in every ones head just in different ways and situations…

      Raw emotions are all I have… I have nothing else to offer but the truth….

      I’ve always wanted to know what makes a person so cruel… but maybe they just weren’t strong enough mentally to deal with reality…

      I don’t know…

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      • Raw emotions and honesty is good.
        There is a lot of cruelty out there. Its a beautiful world made bad by cruel people, some shaped by circumstances, some by people and others by apathy.
        I find myself trying more to help, to compensate to commit one act of kindness for that knock on effect, for it to be reciprocated once or twice over. I think too and sometimes, I am stupidly naïve, I know that. Still one has to try. Hope is a beautiful word. So is life, however jaundiced it may seem, it can be better. One act of kindness, one moment of care or love can prompt and promote self life… Yes, I spout this because I want everyone to have something good. The abyss is a dark place best not visited if one can help it.
        I send warm regards and a hug from South Africa
        PS, It is good that you write to bring attention to the important things that are often unvisited or swept under the carpet. The pen IS mightier than the sword. The sword may fell in one swoop but the pen echoes on.

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      • were do I begin?

        your a very perceptive human being… perceptive through souls, hearts and others….

        the pen is mighty… words are cheap… I believe that like I said. people don’t want to here the truth…

        I’m not being negitive for addressing these common issues… I’m just try to wake the dead up… the brain washed minds of people who live lies….

        if you wanna stay dead that’s your choice… but over here…. we are alive and aware… that’s how we gunna make it to the true happiness…

        I just want to give knowledge… that’s all…

        “harsh reality is the case… like when you spit in the wind… it might come back in ya face…”

        “by black Robb”

        One of the truest quotes I’ve ever heard

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      • Ive just been recently robbed at gunpoint.
        I met the police officer yesterday and she said that I was lucky to be alive.
        Sometimes, I don’t have much, but my words, although they may not seem much but ashes in the wind, I pray their way to God’s ears.

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      • nobody wants to rob… in my younger days I was hungry and hopless… so I’ll admit I robbed alot…

        it’s povertys greatest tool to sweep people like me into the system or kill us…

        they don’t help us but they love to kill us and call us racist names and etc etc…

        I believe truly there is three sides to every story… because were I’m from 70% percent of us are unemployed or never had a job at all…

        before I was 20 I’ve been arrested over 30 times… an by the time I wasted 25 I had 2 felonies and I was deemed a flight risk…

        but they will never no my heart….

        I’m sorry you’ve went through that terrible experience… but at the same time it would make me a hippacrit to say that…

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