LilTurtle
January 7th, 2011, 08:57 PM
ok...enough about me. lets put some thoughts down about this place where we all live. the people that are all around us.
i look around and i see people just accept everything that is feed to them. we read or are told something and we say ok. the world is cold… people are cold. there is a war going on and kids not much older than us are being slaughtered like cattle. but who really cares? we just turn the channel and begin to laugh. i watch the news---a kid my age drugged under a jeep--- bombs in the buses and roads--- people blowing up themselves it hopes to hurt others--- a soldier taken and bound and found later under a tree--- it's ironic--- bombs blow up mosques, and then they gather to pray. the rich wage war and it's the poor who die.... cliche but true. i suppose that makes it easier to accept. what for? is there any one answer? sex? no, not this time. power? sure, that fits. money? most definitely. they feed us that this is for our own protection. ok---i'll swallow that. but its really like some distorted bizarre magic trick. our leader just talks away, stuttering and mumbling for the nightly news. the rest of the world is watching scared and angry thinking "what the fuck did he just say?". as for us --- we sit in our comfort, get fatter, and believe that he is the next coming of Christ because he found a way to turn blood into oil. Abra--fuckin--cadabra! and the sick thing is no one cares---not really. we all say we do but that's just a way to make us feel better about ourselves. otherwise we couldn't live with ourselves. we watch it and we listen but it might as well be a fuckin coke-a–cola commercial. its just another one of those reality shows that we give two thumbs up. we are all fucking numb. its so easy not to care.
another scribble for your eyes.
my prison
=========
at night i sit alone and watch the shadows dance around
i hold my breath and listen yet silence is the only sound
i reach for some comfort yet feel no embrace
i am tired of the emptiness and loneliness of this place
i can feel no more hurt because i have learned to live with my pain
i often wonder how i survived and continue to stay sane (??)
i have hurt so deeply and cried too many tears
i have been empty and broken for so many years
i am tired of pretending that i am fine and all is okay
i am tired of hiding behind this mask i wear every day
i have drifted so far and can no longer be saved
these feelings hold me captive and to them i am enslaved
~~age my prison march 2008
.
i look around and i see people just accept everything that is feed to them. we read or are told something and we say ok. the world is cold… people are cold. there is a war going on and kids not much older than us are being slaughtered like cattle. but who really cares? we just turn the channel and begin to laugh. i watch the news---a kid my age drugged under a jeep--- bombs in the buses and roads--- people blowing up themselves it hopes to hurt others--- a soldier taken and bound and found later under a tree--- it's ironic--- bombs blow up mosques, and then they gather to pray. the rich wage war and it's the poor who die.... cliche but true. i suppose that makes it easier to accept. what for? is there any one answer? sex? no, not this time. power? sure, that fits. money? most definitely. they feed us that this is for our own protection. ok---i'll swallow that. but its really like some distorted bizarre magic trick. our leader just talks away, stuttering and mumbling for the nightly news. the rest of the world is watching scared and angry thinking "what the fuck did he just say?". as for us --- we sit in our comfort, get fatter, and believe that he is the next coming of Christ because he found a way to turn blood into oil. Abra--fuckin--cadabra! and the sick thing is no one cares---not really. we all say we do but that's just a way to make us feel better about ourselves. otherwise we couldn't live with ourselves. we watch it and we listen but it might as well be a fuckin coke-a–cola commercial. its just another one of those reality shows that we give two thumbs up. we are all fucking numb. its so easy not to care.
another scribble for your eyes.
my prison
=========
at night i sit alone and watch the shadows dance around
i hold my breath and listen yet silence is the only sound
i reach for some comfort yet feel no embrace
i am tired of the emptiness and loneliness of this place
i can feel no more hurt because i have learned to live with my pain
i often wonder how i survived and continue to stay sane (??)
i have hurt so deeply and cried too many tears
i have been empty and broken for so many years
i am tired of pretending that i am fine and all is okay
i am tired of hiding behind this mask i wear every day
i have drifted so far and can no longer be saved
these feelings hold me captive and to them i am enslaved
~~age my prison march 2008
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