Nobody said this wouldn't hurt!A Poem by Chaos ComplexOh God(s), life and all it's philosophies are crazy. Don't take this too seriously. I was just venting. Had a lot of questions running through my head and I tried making sense of things... ouch.
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We twist like leaves in the wind? Where you'll land? Nobody knows. We all want to believe we have control of our fate. Who doesn't like being behind the wheel? Who wouldn't want their own free will? Sometimes we get that illusion. We perceive that we are in control, And life isn't just a series of coin flips, Or a time consuming game of "war" with a deck of cards. We feel like our strategies are making us successful. Riches, cars, b*****s, bars, clubs, shoes, TV's, and radios. "Real big time stuff." Hold up- Pull the camera back a bit. You're zooming into the little things to make them appear bigger. Optical illusions, The kind your mind has no problem falling for. We all fall for it though. Luxuries like that are what make the world go round... As the media would depict it, anyways. Who needs to know more? What good is being rich with knowledge? It only brings the pain of knowing the truth. Could you really deal with that pain? Maybe if you were a masochist... What are you in the universe? What are you in the whole big picture? A microscopic, Germ-like, Particle-esque individual, No better than any other being who exists at the end of this long line of energy transferring, From cradle to the grave. When you die you're not bringing those earthly possessions with you. So then what? What is it all for? Leaving marks behind for future generations, That won't care about your heavy burdened footsteps, As they tap their fingers away at their i-whatevers, Wondering, "Why did those suckers in the past screw up so much?". Where will you go if you don't believe in a heaven or a hell? Would it have been better to believe in such places while you were alive- To feel like living to your best extent was necessary? Or would you rather accept the "truth" that so many spout- We are beings that are just here. We live, we die. And that's just life. So what if your girlfriend fucked your best friend behind your back? So what if you got mugged in the park and they shot your beloved dog? So what if the government makes it harder for you to pay your bills and live? So what? "Deal with it." But no... Not everyone wants to do that. Some want to battle. Some want to claw. Some want to give their hundred and ten percent to feel like they're f*****g alive! SOME WANT TO FEEL THEIR PULSES RACING, SWEAT DRIPPING FROM THEIR BROWS, SCREAMING LOUDER THAN A COUPLE ENGAGING IN HARDCORE FORNICATION, NOT WANTING TO BACK DOWN UNTIL THEY GET EVERYTHING THEY WANT, IN THEIR BLOOD SOAKED, WRINKLED, CRUSTY PALMS. And the sad thing is, Some people die not getting to touch that. But if it's any consolation, they put up one hell of a fight for it. Sometimes you can get famous just off of that. Be an inspiration to the world- Even if you couldn't completely achieve your dream. So how do you choose to live? What do you choose to believe? What's right and what's wrong? I'm not telling you- Because I don't completely know. But I sure would love to find the answers myself. "Just live." "Aim for the stars!" "Do what you can." "You can do anything you set your mind to!" "Promises are meant to be broken." "Nothing is impossible!" "We all die one day." "Always believe and have faith!" Sometimes life gets so hard and confusing. It's so easy to get lost... So I understand, Why you like that magnified view, On the smaller things. Because we can only use 10 percent of our brain, And tapping into the other 90 percent sounds like too much work. I think I just got a migraine trying to use an extra ten percent. © 2010 Chaos ComplexFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on July 13, 2010 Last Updated on July 13, 2010 AuthorChaos ComplexFLAboutI like to express my emotions and feelings in poetry. I write a lot of rap/hip hop stuff. I'm really vulgar. Deal with it. I don't get many reviews, but thank you to those who even bother to re.. more..Writing
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