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Divide and Conquer
Thatās what the history books will say led to the success of the fascist American empire.
The American people were so busy fighting each other. Liberal vs. Conservative. Black vs. White. Rich vs. Poor. Able vs. Disabled. Christians vs. Atheists. Straight vs. Queer. Born Citizens vs. Immigrants.
These titles weāve imposed upon ourselves are just lines theyāve drawn to trick us into thinking that weāre different. That were enemies. That there is a wrong and right within the American people, but the only thing wrong with this country is the people in charge. Our so called leaders profiting off the victimization of their own people.
āThe land of the freeā but the only ones actually free to do as they wish are the same ones promoting that propaganda. Most modern empires survive for a few hundred years before a revolution wipes the slate clean and those left get to try again, try to do better. America is long overdue for some change, this country has passed its expiration date. But the government has such a solid grip on its people, a grip that threatens more and more each day to snatch our final breaths right from our throats, that we canāt even imagine a world in which our voice matters. But it does, itās the only thing that does, they have power because we let them, but itās supposed to be an equal transaction, and yet most of us can barely afford to live while they spend our money on supporting genocide and senseless war.
And Iām sick of it. Iām so tired of feeling so useless, so voiceless, so small, when I know that our government would be nothing without us. They poison our air, our water, our food, our minds, all to keep us fat, sick, and dumb. But they forget that they would be nothing without us. They forget that the second weāre done with them and their ideals and rules, that itās all over.
The American people need to wake up.
The American people need to take back their voice. The American people need to shout and get loud and say āNo More.ā
The American people need to take back their country, before itās too late. Before there are no American people left. āš¾
#free palestine#free gaza#joe biden#revolt#freedom#fuck joe biden#fuck the gop#fuck war#rewrite history#thereās no time like the present#wake up#stand up#gaza#we can be better#divide and conquer#weāre stronger in numbers#fuck genocide
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the phases come and go, and so does the pain
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Round and Round
I don't know what I'm doing with my life
I float in a matterless existence
Nothing to pull me forward, nothing to push me back
The days run past and I can't find a reason to hold on
I sit in a fugue state and I can't escape
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We don't talk like we used to I held the blueprint to your heart in the palm of my hand, and now I don't even know how you spend your days You've become a stranger, and my heart has gone with you We spoke the same language, rode the same wave length And now you play games with my mind and my time Texting me first then waiting days to respond, ignoring my questions in favor of your own agenda, refusing to meet me halfway or at all Yet I still sing to your tune when you reach for me
I kept my feelings to myself because I didn't want to lose you But it happened anyway, you made sure of that I thought I was respecting your heart, saving you from further pain But you didn't treat mine with the same care I want to give up on you, on us But you just won't let me go You slow you responses, giving less and less each time But I'd rather you just deleted me from your memory all together, maybe then this would all hurt less
#writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#poetry#original poem#leave me alone#i wish you didn't have this power over me#love#hate#broken hearted#im so tired
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Donāt touch me, Iām too close to falling apart.
{Marya Hornbacher from Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia//stay away but come closer via Altusboy on Tumblr}
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ā Trista Mateer ,āI Still Forget Weāre Not Even Friendsā
#youāre the first person I want to tell when I have good news#it makes me sick that we donāt talk anymore#i miss you#Iām doomed to always miss you it seems
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3am
I kept my heart caged because I knew itād end in disaster. That didnāt stop you from ruining my very being. I write about you late at night when I canāt sleep, but I fear Iām becoming an insomniac. I rub my tired eyes, memories of you lull me to bed, but even in dreamland I canāt outrun the burning stake you thrust through my heart. I wish I knew what to do with all this love turned pain I have for you. I canāt help but wonder if you hurt too. Or if I imagined it all in my delirium. Dark, misty clouds of exhaustion bite at my heels, but I canāt seem to pull away from the page. Away from you. I wonder what youād think if you read this. What would you say? Would you come crawling back? Or have my delusions finally taken control? Finally swallowed me whole.
#poetry#insomia#original poem#lull me to sleep#i cant seem to keep my eyes closed#im so tired#delusional
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That's Where I Am
You never held me, but I felt you everywhere. Your clammy hands and matter of fact reasoning. Your brilliant, passionate mind. Your likes. Your dislikes. Your taste. Your strong sense of being, yet complete lack of control. How you looked into my eyes, like you could see every secret I was dying to tell you but could never muster the courage to. How I had to look away. Your fascination with my world. My infatuation with your pure heart. The way I criedā¦ the way I cry for all weāll never be. I hope youāre happy. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy. So, this is where I leave you. I miss you every day. That's Where I Am.
#thats where i am#poetry#maggie rogers#youre the only one i ever wanted all i ever really wanted was you#original poem#i felt you everywhere
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Autumn Leaves
You smell like fall leaves. All red and golden and brown, drifting down the busy streets below. Smoke flows from your lips and I canāt help but stare. The roaring winds whip this and that way around us, as we huddle close searching for a light. I inhale deeply. You smell like fall. And October shadows beat down on us, threatening our bright star. Ripping us apart relentlessly, and soundlessly I cry for all that couldāve been. I release a breath for all that was. I try not to look too hard because Iām one giggle away from falling through the cracks, and I canāt afford to lose anymore friends. But you never seemed to care about that. Our lips touch, through glass and paper. The foggy haze of infatuation keeps me from leaning in closer. We only exist in quiet glances and tightly held hands. Winter winds come to freeze our timid love out. And so goes my mind. I canāt blame you for everything that happened, but Iām so tired of shouldering the guilt myself. We destroyed each other and in turn destroyed ourselves. I never felt more myself than when I was with you. I never felt more at drift than when I was under your gaze. Now autumn comes and goes, and you donāt pick up my calls. Iām afraid of who I am without you, but I never want to go back to last year. The end of everything Iāve ever known. Ever loved. The beginning ofā¦
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Let Me Go
I wish weād never met. āCause maybe then I wouldnāt see your face every time I dreamt. I wish weād never met. āCause maybe then I wouldnāt still hear your voice in my ear. I wish weād never met. āCause maybe then I wouldnāt see your smile every time I closed my eyes. I wish weād never met. āCause maybe then it all wouldnāt hurt so much. All the hours we donāt talk anymore. All the long nights we shared whispering in my room. All the songs you showed me on your record player. All the books I begged you to read, but you never did. And you never will. āCause Iām a part of your past now, just like them. I deluded myself into thinking we would make it out, that we could somehow be more, but we were never meant to be. I can see that now. I can see that when you donāt respond to my texts, even though you texted me first. I can see in the way you dropped me, the moment I stopped serving you. You found someone you could eat whole, and I was left alone. I can see now that we always wanted different things, even if we wanted each other. Yes, my independence is important to me, but it was always more than that. You want another half to make you feel whole, but Iāve always been whole. I never needed anyone else, nevertheless I wanted you, and only you. I wish weād never met. That I could return to my blissful ignorance and never wonder what it would be like to love you wholeheartedly. āCause I lost a part of myself when I accepted my fate to always love you, and thatās never how itās meant to be. I lost a part of myself when I finally realized I was ready to tell you how I felt, but youād already decided that it was too late for us. I wish weād never met, because maybe then Iād stop loving you. Maybe then you could let me go.
#poetry#original poem#love poem#broken hearted#heartbroken#let me go#i miss you#its all over#my heart bleeds for you
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The End
The chapter closes and I'm on fire My chest a mess, with a strain in my voice and shaky hands The end is near and I'm scared I can't see the finish line 'cause I'm stuck with my head in a screen, the bright lights sting my eyes Shadows of what once was fade in and out as I squint into the sun The finale calls my name and I'm lost What came before? What comes next? Does it matter? When the world is crumbling before my very eyes... The end of everything, the beginning of nothing The end of surviving, the beginning of living
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