No, Mommy Does Not Love You.No, of course I don’t love you.Here is the reason why.You’re like a stomach flu.But you’ll never die.You were born of men.Who violated me as they do.If only I had stopped them.If I could have just flew,And got away from those,That only seek to destroy.I was inside their throws.They had ignored my ploy.I had to carry you around.For a very long time, boy.I felt like that I would drown.Just so that you would enjoy.Feasting upon my own food.Stealing from my own diet. To be one of my own brood.And you’d never be quiet.After you had been born.During, as I should say.My body had been torn.On that very same day.All you would do is cry.And shower the room with ilk.No matter what I would try.You stole my precious milk.For years you pestered me.And took what was mine.But now I shall be free.And don’t you ever whine.Now I shall do as I can.To so proudly proclaim.That because you are a man.You’ll only be the same.
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Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.So if...Good girls are really bad girls that never got caughtAndKings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.ThenSurvivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.Which meansCelebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughtsAndTeachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.It would seem then you are either one way or the other.There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.Because you can never know the person you one day might become.Kela Lewis-Morin
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APH-Born from ashesWe are born from ashesFrom WarsAnd HatredAnd HopeAnd Trust.Feed by deathsWatered by bloodBlood of wars and our childrenDeaths of whose who foughtAnd livedAnd lovedAnd trust in usIn their peopleIn their countryIn me, their Nation.Raised by humansNot being one of them.But it doesn't matterI am their leaderI am their childThey lived for meAnd I am theirs.Their lives.Their dreams.Their wishes.Their feelings.Their history.I had to be bought to be all theirs.By battlesTreatiesAlliancesWarsPeaceConquestDestructionDuring centuries, they paid the price of blood.And I paid mine.Today, I'm here.Immortal.And Alone.Powerful.Because of pain.No pain, no gain.I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.Alone besides my fellows.Look at us.Look at me.I am not an human.I am not a God.I am not an AngelI am not an Evil.We are Nations.I am a NationI am a Nation!!Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and tr
Real problems - Not killing people.Bullied every day, in and out, my apathy is my best friend.I never cared, the cuts would heal, broken bones would mend.But every time it happened, there was a voice, whispering.Kill them, you know you can, unleash your anger, give in. That's the worst thing for me, about being bullied.Not the pain, not the humiliation, but being restrained.If I could unleash it all, I'd feel so much better...Go on, unleash yourself, make yourself feel better! No! I can't, and I honestly don't want to.It's too much hassle after, being hated for what I do.So yeah, call me a freak, call me a liar.Come on, give in, they're just feeding the fire... To quote my favourite song, I will not bow, I will not break."Hey, what you listening to? Oh, you're such an emo freak!"I roll my eyes, apathetic, as they steal my iPod and smash it.You're letting them?! Smash them l
SurvivalSurvival.Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.Give a man a bank he will rob the world.We adapt and adjust.Constantly dithering on the cuspOf what is considered wrong and right,Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.We would be willing to do anythingIn order to get what we truly desire.We would be willing to risk everythingEven putting our friends in the line of fire.We may share the bounty with others,Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.Given the option we will even care for our brothers.Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.We are opportunists.We are convincing and ruthless.We are the modern day Judas.Kela Lewis-Morin
Number Game2 + 2 = 5? ~~~so you ask me to play the number game with you. it'll be reciprocal, you say, with an irrational glint in your eyes. should i let myself become numb, and