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Humans vs Humanity

Humans ruin burn trash destroy 

everything.

I’m nowhere near any different.

An idea is the cockroach of human nuclear heart.

Well, I’ve always cared more

about what a person

has made

than what a person

has made of themselves.

Because we all die.

And even if we all look different to 

everyone else,

then we are infinitely different

and perpetually changing,

after we’d stopped pretending 

to change.

Because you know we don’t,

and we try.

 But others change the idea of us

without trying at all.

So live in the idea we built of the world

and maybe the world will

learn to love the

idea of us.

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selfgoverning

i've heard it said that 

rules are made to be broken

well, they are

when you're a kid

you make all these rules

like

1. stay away from others, they just call you names

2. never trust your parents because it's always your fault

3. just ignore it, it will go away eventually

and they work of course 

because you're a kid

and kids have to learn 

what is right and wrong

for themselves

and one day you'll have to break these rules

because you're getting 

real tired

of being broken by them

being an adult means having freedom

being free means realizing your own rules

were made so you could

break them on your own

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man-made-heaven

Let's talk about how humanity makes these awesome things whether they're destructive or creative and no matter what side of the spectrum it lies on it truly is amazing terrifying or maybe exhilarating but if the things we create are so wonderful why do i hate us so much i've always found that i would rather isolate myself in a castle full of books or drown who i am in music but people just stress me out maybe it's that we end up trading the best part of us to make the world a better place but leave the worst for us to handle give and take we give the world the best part of us while we take the terrible with us i think religion is right and wrong we did have souls but we used them to build our world and when we die our bodies decay but the beauty stays so maybe we created heaven but our bodies live through hell

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Talk Softly and Carry a Big Message

Big thinkers will generally incorporate a superfluously massive vernacular

To belittle the little man, who he deems less informed than himself

Because he's scared that we won't listen to his bullshit.

Well, we've got dictionaries to level the field.

And if you've got to hide behind your

Big shield

and Big ego,

I can safely say

I am

Disinclined

to

Acquiesce

to your

Request.

Means no.

But I'll believe the little man with his few words

Because, just listen

And you'll hear it all.

You should always say

Big things

with

Small words.

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Wilson's Monologue

Hey, you want to know

Why metaphors are so popular?

Why a volleyball will relate very

Much to your train of thought,

Whether your thoughts are a train wreck,

Or training to be more?

Why the world will liken

A heart to the oceans,

or a feeling to a song?

Well, hey.

Let me tell you,

It ain't 'cause we've got stardust in our atoms.

It's so relatable because we know the truth,

But there's a better chance we'll listen to it coming from anything else

But our mouths.

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The Superhero Complex Complication

Superheroes are real.

The hero complex, not so much.

Heroes fight for the greater good;

If you save the people,

The town can burn.

It can be rebuilt because there's someone to rebuild it.

And you play the hero,

But you're no hero,

And you know it.

See, you power is projection,

And you pretend to save the people

And risk burning down the city.

You play the hero, and your war cry

Is

Save me.

Because no hero came to your rescue when you needed it,

And your hometown,

It's already destroyed,

And there's no one left to fix it.

So you save everyone else

In hopes

That they'll

Save you.

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Saved Anyway

It's so hard  To try to want  To save the world  When the world  Tries so hard  To not want  To be saved.

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Coming Soon

In every book I read

I always imagined the hero

as one of my friends

and that maybe I was one of those kids 

in those groups that went with the leader

and died in the first episode I ended up in

and sometimes

I wasn't even mentioned,

but I was somewhere irrelevant to the story

being told.

It took a long time

before I realized that

it wasn't my story to take part in,

but my story was coming.

Maybe it would suck

maybe it would be great,

but that's all perspective

and perspective is the problem

because no matter what you think of me

or what I think of myself,

I will always do what I have to

to be the hero of 

my own story.

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So I miss you, whatever.

"Whatever, whatever,

I don't really care.

Fine.

Whatever.

I'm over it."

But you know,

When I'm drunk, 

it's novels via text

and rants for days.

So 

I wonder

how 

over it

I am.

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Sorry, I'm Busy.

It's a pretty brutal truth when they say you can't lose what you never had. I was afraid that I'd waste your time, but you never gave me any to try. We fall in the same old circle in a venn diagram of times we make plans and times you say you can't. I know that I'm not perfect, but neither is your attendance record. So yeah, I should say that it's your loss, but I'm the only one who never had you.

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VI. Freedom

If you would just imagine

for a second

being born to the captain of a ship.

Revealed to the world,

but all you see is blue saltwater

and blue sky

and the length of your home.

Suddenly,

"Land ho!"

and you have no idea what it is,

but you see it, 

and it scares you,

and you want to go there.

And the captain says,

"When you're older."

The days pass,

more waves crashing.

"Okay.

You can go."

Tossed into the sea,

scared by the vastness, 

you beeline to the shore.

Not much room for exploring.

After years go by, you make it.

And vastness now looks different.

And you're frozen to the spot.

You wanted the world.

Now you've got it.

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V. Running

Problems and feelings,

a lot like horror movies,

don't make much sense.

You could run twenty-three miles per hour,

take a bus,

steal a car,

fly a fighter jet,

hop the bullet train,

grow wings and fly halfway around the world,

and it wouldn't really

matter

because

they're right behind you

walking

slowly.

And then you trip.

Problems and feelings,

a lot like horror movies,

are actually incredibly annoying,

and you end up getting real mad

real fast

and there's no idiot on screen around to yell at

but yourself.

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IV. Guilt and Giving Up

I'm the kid who'd throw himself into the fire,

and yell at himself not to sweat.

I beat myself down before anyone has the chance

because I don't think I'm strong enough to take it from anyone else.

I make myself lose before the match even starts

because I can't imagine anything worse than second place.

Everyone expects me to smile and say hi,

and I can't do that because I made myself

promise to change the world.

I put the world on my shoulders

because I thought I deserved that curse.

Nothing but the worst was what I earned.

How was talking supposed to help

when I couldn't bring myself to take action?

And so I let the world fall on my shoulders

just because I thought I deserved to be crushed by it.

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III. Sorry

I never thought I was good enough,

so I always told others that they were.

I give up on myself so that others won't.

This poetry is just my voice because I have no other talent,

but this might be the only talent I need.

I'm not a lifter, I'm not a fighter,

I'm not a fixer, I'm a writer.

I write because I care,

and I lie lie lie 

every day by saying I don't.

And I'm sorry.

I know you want to help me,

but you couldn't before now because I never deserved help.

You couldn't help me 

because I kept myself broken.

And I'm sorry.

I'm always nothing but sorry,

and I wish I could tell you,

but it makes me feel weak,

and I know we'll laugh about it later.

And that makes me feel weak.

I wish I could speak

and we could all just forget it.

And I'm sorry.

I'm so so sorry.

I wish you would forgive me,

but I wish I could forgive myself first.

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II. Scared

When someone tells you your dreams will never come true,

you stop dreaming for good.

Then you tell me suddenly I need to want something,

I say, what does it matter if I'll never get it.

Everything feels temporary, even friends,

because the ones I used to have left,

and the ones I have change.

I don't plan because everything changes,

and I'm the only one who never does.

I'm afraid, I'm so so scared.

How could you expect any different?

How can you change a lifetime of fear 

into a moment of action?

I so wish I could, but I'm not there yet.

The more you push me to it, the less I want to,

and the more it scares me.

I'm too scared, and how I wish I wasn't.

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I. Past

I used to lie every day

and say to myself,

"I'm better than them,"

and I had to believe it, I had to.

Because if I didn't detach myself,

I'd let the pain in,

I'd be scared every day.

I had to fight them off and forget,

but now every day I am scared,

and the pain never leaves,

and it's because I cut myself off.

I may not have cared, but my memory did,

it haunts me even when I don't know it.

Maybe I'm not better than you,

maybe I'm just like you,

and if you're worth saving,

maybe so am I.

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i guess since these next few poems are all interrelated via my own personal problems and trying to sort through them with poetry, i'll just number them.