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A Concept of ForgivenessThey say that you cannot live
without are heart in your chest, you know
and yet in this world
there roams so many
who have rocks in place of hearts,
Cold earth in place of a beating organ,
Their brains are corrupted by hatred,
Hatred of people.
Hatred of Muslims, African americans,
Native Americans, Homosexuals,
People are people.
No matter how you look at it,
isn't everyone here
If they're here still,
doesn't that mean
they're still supposed to be here?
As I roam with everyone else,
I know that just as everyone else there are people I hate,
I know that I am corrupted,
just as you are,
just as everyone walking on this earth is, but
I have accepted
around me has.
So hatred will still rise
Because no matter how hard one person tries,
hatred will rise,
only being demolished
StupidityI laugh at people
People who are foolish and dumb
People who seem to have no mind in their heads
A lack of common sense is all they have
I laugh at them
I laugh at their foolishness
I laugh at their stupidity
When I tell people about these foolish people,
Those that I look down on,
they ask me why I laugh at
people I say are foolish,
They ask how I could be so heartless,
as to laugh at anyone I find dumb,
I tell them
that the only truly foolish people
are those who have given nothing to the world
and yet expect everything from the world,
and in this world, there are many people,
Far, far too many people,
who deserve to be laughed at.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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