Palpitations made him stop in his tracks
Until his heart began to beat normally
Listening, he could hear others fleeing to the north
So he continued fleeing eastward and hoped his pursuers would go in that direction
Except hope was extinguished when a slug ripped through his chest
Why have such a narrow view of life
It may be natural to focus on oneself
Don’t limit yourself in that way.
Expand to asking what others are experiencing. You might be surprised at what gifts you discover.
Don’t tell me what to say
Unless you think you have your hand up my ass
My maker gave me a mouth, and I damn well will use it myself
Maybe you can make others turn their heads and move their arms to your whims
Yet you will never make me your wood-headed puppet, you ….
Viewing those things that were not there
It was the bane of her existence
She wanted to expose them and show others what they could not see
If only she was better at that than she was. Every time she tried; the figments fled
Organizing her chaotic thoughts, she decided to try a different trap this time
NaNoWriMo would be motivation to finally capture them inside her words
She didn’t mean to start another pyramid scheme
Creating a product so cool, she just wanted to allow others to have opportunities
And to grow it quickly, she decided to use subcontractors, who could subcontract from there
Making a company with a pretty nifty product and a pretty crappy way to sell it.
So that’s why one day the whole thing toppled
Sometimes she didn’t know they were recording the conversation
Might have been a problem for a lot of people, but not for her
Others would hem and haw and stutter, but she was concise and clear
Others would say things they didn’t mean or didn’t want others to hear, she was honest and
That’s why she was happy the whole thing went to court
Here they would what she said in her own voice, and that voice said, “No.”
Someone once said all the world is one of these
That may be so, but not everyone is an actor
As I feel a lot of people decide to spend their time as props
Giving others something to manipulate but not adding much to the plot of history
Enabling them to dodge the question of to be or not to be because they were afraid to perform
He wanted to be a pious sort of dude
Only he didn’t feel like he was good at it
Living life as best as he could by respecting others
Yearning that they would just do the same
Steel girders littered the broken skyline
That the wind howled through
Reaching for her shotgun, Lily watched for the Others
Until she was locked away in her hidey-hole
Couldn’t be too careful ever since the Others had landed
The war for Earth had been devastating to both sides until the Truce
Under that, no new Other could come planetside
Relying on those already here to finish the job without destroying what was left of the planet
Except now no one knew who was winning anymore
Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong
Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him
Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others
Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity
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