My friends are important to me.
Just as much as my family.
I hang out with them anywhere
We’re so inseparable that people stare.
I wish we could see each other every day.
But on vacation, we have to go away.
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Author: Kamia L. K.
Human Beings
Nothing is perfect.
Nothing is great.
Nothing is real.
We are just animals.
The worse kind.
Not cute.
Not sweet.
But insane Humans.
We have never
Been and never
Will be perfect.
God made us that way.
What is perfect?
Not us.
The closest we have
Is fiction novels.
Perfect is nothing
More than beautiful
Lies from a
Book.
What is Religion?
The belief in perfect.
Doesn’t matter
What you believe in.
Catholic, Christian,
Muslim, Jewish, Hindus,
Taoist, Polytheistic, Buddhist,
Wiccan, Islamic, etc.
No matter what
Their books say,
They all worship
The idea of perfection.
A perfect God.
A perfect afterlife.
A perfect hell.
Perfect, perfect, perfect!
I love God.
That is true.
I don’t insult him.
And I actually try to meet his expectations.
But I don’t
Know what I am.
Am I Christian? I believe
In Jesus Christ.
Am I Buddhist?
I believe in reincarnation.
Am I Taoist?
I believe in equal balance.
Am I Wiccan?
I believe in harmony
With nature and
Using its healing powers.
What am I?
In God’s eyes?
In everyone’s eyes?
Not perfect.
I don’t believe in
Romance. I don’t
Believe humans can
Ever be perfect in love.
There is no perfect
Belief because
No one follows
The rules of God.
The bible says
God can be persuaded
By a mere man that
Destroying a town of sinners is wrong.
God is vengeful and
Jealous, but this man
Can question him?
In the bible it is ok?
It says two sisters
Spelt with their holy
Father to help him
Forget the recent death of their mother.
Incest.
Lying to save your life.
Sacrificing children and animals.
Is commended in the Bible!
It says nothing about
Gay marriage and relationships being
A sin and that only
A Man and Woman can love each other.
Killing in the
Name of God and
Your beliefs is
Not in it either.
So why are humans
Saying it’s there?
They must be lying,
Cause I cannot find it.
I’m not here to diss God
Or his words, but to
Say that everything going on today,
Is confusing me even more about Perfection.
Thoughts of the Bored
Nothingness…
Tireless…
Endless….
…Boredom
They say draw.
Draw what?
They say write.
Write what?
There are no thoughts…
There are no feelings…
There are no words…
…To express.
I am bored.
Bored I am.
I Think, I Yearn, I Implore
To do.
I am tired.
I am not.
I am hungry.
I am not.
These are just
Physical means to pass time.
There is no joy.
There is no thing.
My Path: Unseen
Sunshine and daises.
I will never see again.
Total dark for me.
Lost is my fate now.
No more light ahead of me.
Only black I see.
My choice: Surgery.
Will it work? I have no clue.
My path is unseen.
Life
My heart is the –
Weeping river –
Traveling through rapids
And the harsh life –
Until it reaches –
The waterfall of death.
My love for you
Is the high tide
On a rocky beach
Which is not strong enough
To erode away the assuming –
And cold boulders surrounding
Your heart.
My life is not an open book,
But loose pages
Scattered across
The four corners of your world.
Some are near…
But others are out of grasp.
Mirror
Hanging loosely on the wall.
Every day there for all.
Walk up to it for a peak.
Shining back, pale and meek.
See yourself in its rims.
Your reflection grins.
For this is not you,
But what is true.
Deep desires locked away.
All come out to play.
Reveal themselves to the world.
Nature of heart is swirled.
Molded to show
What you wish to not know.
Monstrosity and sin
Is what you have been.
Hide it all from your friends
Family and all that bends.
But you can’t deny what’s true
This is the real you.
Deprived
As I walk down the hallway,
I notice there is many things to see.
If I look into the eyes of others
I will see what they wish no one else to see…
As I think back on my life,
I have heard evil.
I have seen evil.
I have done evil.
Spoke it; dreamed it;
Wished it; even more!
It is all around me…
… It is in me…
Some people like to share…
Some like to care…
Some like to experiment…
Some don’t even dare.
If you look at me, what do you see?
A shy smile; a modest form;
A soft voice; a pink blush…
Yet is it real?
Don’t ask me.
I won’t tell.
I can’t tell,
For I don’t know myself…
Am I so good at
Hiding my feelings that
No one will ever believe
That This is how I am?
Am I a sheep in
Wolf’s clothing,
Or is it the other
Way around?
I know how I can be…
It is so easy…
To let it all out,
And ruin it all.
If I do snap
And not turn back…
…Will I change
Completely?
I am tied…
I am bound…
I’m on the floor…
…To lure you in.
You see me,
Helpless and scared.
Your hand reaches to help,
Then I smirk and chain you there.
It’s all a trick!
It’s all a lie!
I am sick!
I am deprived…
You are shocked.
You ask why.
I bound you more.
“You are mine.”
I have my way.
You have no choice.
You are my pet.
I am torn.
I don’t want to hurt you!
But I love to see blood…
I don’t want to hurt you!
But I love to see tears…
I am sick! I am sick!
How can I think that way?!
I will release you… but
… Will you stay?
I can be loving.
I can be caring.
I can be submissive.
Will you help me?
I have calmed.
I am at peace.
But I may snap again…
…Don’t leave, please.
I can be controlling.
I can be obedient.
I can be sadistic.
I can be healing.
I am two.
Not one.
I love it both!
I can’t choose at all.
If you like soft,
But not demanding.
If you like it rough,
But not sweet.
You are not for me.
You buy one
You get the other.
Like an Airheads Extreme.
