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Trolley problemThere are five people tied down to a railroad tracks and there's a trolley coming at them. But there's a lever that can save them but ultimately will kill on person. Do you pull the lever? Yes or no? But let's change the equation a little now, that one person is the closes person to you let it be your mother, brother, sister, father, bestfriend, dog, cat(I don't support animal abuse, but hey some people only have animals in their lives.) do you pull the lever? Now let's add one more variable there is an overly obese man standing next to the rails and his weight should be enough to stop the trolley. Do you push him? If so you ultimately save 6 and avoid the situation of choosing between your closes person and 5 strangers but now the question lies did you do the right thing? It doesn't matter does it? Pull the lever or not it's murder, push the man or not it's murder. What a pickle... I guess maybe ignorance is the best option...
Voices in my mindQuietly begging for help underneath all the laughs and fun
But right as someone begins to notice and begin try and heal up my old wounds, he decide to run
There's that voice in his head... "You don't deserve their kindness." And I listen
He run and run and endless cycle not carrying about my condition
Heart empty, but the mind always full
He wants to stops but the voice once again speaks. "Love is for a fool."
Maybe all he wants is to be a fool, to find someone to refill his heart
But in the end he can't stop or the voice will tear his mind apart
"You've done terrible things, you don't need to drag others down..." It'll tell him once he's found happiness
That's when he'll take off and begin to seek loneliness
At least he'll never be alone...
He'll have the voices as he continues to atone
AloneIs it that I wish to be alone?
Or maybe it is I do not trust enough to be with others
Sitting in my empty room, writing poems of sadness and sorrow
Tell my tales of deception and hate
Wondering if anyone will ever reach out and offer a hand pulling me out of the darkness
But I'm sure I don't want that
My soul is cold and my heart is gone
It's clear now, I wish to rot
Take this how you may
A plea for help, a cry for attention, or the bitterness of an idiot who has lost much and gain too little
I'm sure it's for the best
My world of dreams is only for the sleeping
And I refuse to awaken
Because I have nothing for me in reality
A cruel land where the dreamer is forced to awaken
Alone.... It's for the best
The FoolConvince those around you that your smile is still real
Hide those emotions that you continue to feel
Pretend that your wounds have begun to heal
She's the one who running through your mind
Looking into your heart and it's her you'll find
If only you could make time rewind
It's funny because these words are meant for me
I was once in love you see...
But in the end it couldn't be
I can never return back to that time
Falling in love my was my biggest crime
I guess it's time for this fool to end this rhyme
DemonWalking down the path of lies
Looks away as we say our goodbyes
I'm nothing more than a monster
My weakness revealed by my laughter
Hiding the my pain behind my smile
How long has it been since I was happy...? It's been a while
Lost within the past I tried to leave behind
Time has been so unkind
Using other to forget my pain
Only helping out when there's something to gain
CorruptionLet the hate into your heart
Making you stronger than before
Let the sorrow tear you apart
Look at the path of light and close that door
The path of darkness you'll follow
Happiness only makes you weak
Without hate you'll just continue to feel hallow
It'll lead you to the strength you seek
The people you call friends will just end up leaving you sooner of later
She said she loved you but you're a fool
So why not hate her
To her you were just a tool
Go off by yourself, alone
Walk down this path with no one else
Maybe then you'll be able to atone
You'd must rather be by yourself
The Cage I Call A MindWood creaking as I walk down the hallway, the wood is old and decayed never knowing when it'll give way under my feet. The windows are dusty and cracked not even a ray of sunshine able to enter... Empty room after room exploring this abandoned mansion. Ghost wandering throughout the halls, lost nothing guiding them. Walking not exit in sight, out the window I'm unable to see. Unaware to what's outside trapped in this broken home. Finding myself wandering among the ghost. But maybe that's all I am... A ghost of the past.
The Effects of LoveLove is a double-edged blade
Giving strength to those who are loved
but slicing away at those who are not
Those who fight with something on the line fight efficiently
Those who have nothing to lose fight destructively, not caring how many times they're hit
The ones who are loved always get back to their feet
The ones who are not have no reason to rise
Love is the best medicine, but it's also the most fatal of all poisons
The King of LiesStanding in my crumbling castle waiting for everything to fall
Betraying all my friends... Now who is it I may call
My knife dripping with the blood of those I've back stabbed
It's my sickness and I've yet to be rehabbed
Addicted to this pain
I haven't the slightest idea how I am still sane
But what does it mean to be sane? Is it to be more "Normal" than others?
Is sanity the ability to be more "Normal" than your brothers?
Broken bond, cut ties, bridges burn down
With no one's hand to catch me as I drown
Maybe it's better to let the darkness take me
Maybe then things will be how they're suppose to be
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
InsanityIsn't it ironic if you question your sanity then you're considered sane?
Or is it more ironic that the more sane you consider yourself the more likely you've lost your mind
The mind is a mysterious place, a happy escape for some... While a deadly battlefield for others
Poke around inside your own head and what will you find?
Your inner demons waiting to tear you apart? Ghost from your past still haunting you? Or "friends" you've left behind in the dust.
Insanity is a funny thing, not that I would know at all. But me saying that... Am I insane? Or is it all just some kid claiming insanity like the rest.
Who knows maybe I'm just broken, but what the difference?
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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