Drugs, Religion, Depression, etc...
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Dear God
Dear God, I don't believe in You.
And I guess I should say why.
You claim to be Loving, Caring, Perfect, and Good.
Yet You drowned innocent children all over the earth
simply because they were sinners.
And You turned a woman into a pillar of salt
when she turned to look back on the city you burned.
And You ordered your people to slaughter and burn
all men, women, children in the city of Jericho.
Are these the actions of a loving, Caring, Perfect, and good being?
I think not.
You expect us to believe that You love us.
And yet You let us suffer and die (to test our faith, of course).
You expect us to believe that you are all-powerful.
But You can or will not help us in our times of trial and terror.
You expect us to believe the nonsensical, the absurd, the illogical, the unbelievable.
You spread tales of Your miracles before our eyes and offer not an ounce of proof.
You supposedly sent Your Son on the cross to die for our sins
and yet we are still sinning. Does anyone see the logical absurdity here?
Your Book says "Go forth onto the world and tell everyone your Good News
to save them from hellfire."
"And if they do not listen to your Good News, feel free to torture and kill them
because you are on the Side of Good, and they are tools of Satan."
Your Book inspires millions of people to write beautiful poetry, and harmonious songs, and paint wonderful pictures because of You.
But Your Book also inspires millions of people
to torture and murder, to pillage and burn mosques and synagogues and temples
because of You.
It was Your Book that inspired the Renaissance.
Your Book that inspired the Albanian massacres.
Your Book that inspired the Salem witch trials.
Your Book that inspired the murder of thousands.
Your Book, which supposedly gives Good News.
What do you have to say for yourself, oh God?
You claim to be, Loving, Caring, Perfect, and Good
but obviously aren't.
Belief in You is held together by a thin spider web called Faith
which orders us to accept everything that cries out against logic and reason.
But if you have Faith that solves everything, Doesn't it?
Your religion says reason is wrong.
Your religion says science is evil.
Your religion condemns reason, rationalism, free thought, logic, understanding.
If I did have religion I would be ashamed to believe in You.
I'm not going to hell, I have no soul
Nothing is going to happen to me after I die.
I'll suffer the same fate as the rest of you.
And that's no fate
Because fate does not exist.
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What's it All For?
What is all this for and why am I still here
I am tired of this shit because it is to hard
I look to hard for things that can't be found
And I don't want to be here anymore
No one is here anymore
I gotta be able to take it
Things aren't the same anymore
Everyone has got to change a little
If you wanted to know
I don't want to live anymore
I wont be who you wish I was
because I couldn't care less of what you think
You better hold me back now
Before I make a mistake and take another step or two
How come things happen that are never planned
Is that why you don't love me anymore
Do not worry about me
I will soon fall asleep tonight
Please let me be all alone
Do not worry about that fight
I that I ask you to do right now
Is please leave on the light
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Feminist
Her mother said, "You can grow up to be anything you want to be."
And so she grew up to be a feminist--
she never learned how to be a girl because she saw the old ladies at church
who smelled like dusting powder and dime-store perfume
and she watched women on TV who all had the same carefully plucked eyebrows and perfect bodies they starved into shape
and the girls in high school who used their periods as an excuse not to play basketball in gym
and she wondered if that was being a girl; being a woman; being a lady. & if so, she wanted no part of it.
She wanted to smell like spring by being outside.
She loved her imperfect body, uneven eyebrows and all.
and she never apologized for the gifts nature gave her
because she was a girl who grew into a woman incidentally,
a feminist because she loved being a girl.
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Why I Write
Some people can write beautiful things at any time,
just because the Muse fills their souls and their minds
and the words spill out of them like wine spilling out of a glass that is over full.
But I write when my soul feels empty,
when it feels like joy and peace have leaked out of my soul through some crack;
and I can use my words like spackle to fill and mend them.
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focusing on what brings me here
confusion, depression, anger, burning at my inner self esteem.
why do you waste your time? what makes you think you'll be mine?
trusting me, you open up too easily
what am I doing? who the hell are we?
fuck this game, I have no match
hate me, love me, mess with me
thinking more I realize thoughts are fucked
nothing compared to you though, huh?
fuck it, damn it, suffering pleasurably ..........more please!
I feel no love, that's the only truth.
I'm a bitch, oh well, at least I'm not your bitch.
we're all different, stop pretending hurting feels so good.
flush these feelings down the drain, who cares
am I so fucking great? are you so fucking great?
you don't need me, and I don't need you either
you wouldn't know the real me from a fake
appreciate me. fuck that, desensitize me.
spoken lies, unspoken truth, mother fucking bitch
your words are screwed, I hate your lies..
this fucking piece of shit world keeps fucking with my mind
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Remorse
from the rays she must hide
to conjure thoughts of suicide
feeling as vacant as the sea
straining to crawl away from thee
her eyes glow from the candles bright flame
as she thinks of her regrets and shame
her lips are painted with a touch of white
as she lies there by her candles light
as she reminds her self of her inner fears
her soft eyes collect tiny tears
realizing her life is one big dream
painful sorrows hide her silent screams
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