You guys wanna fucking know something?

Never once in my life has someone told me I was beautiful; or felt it.

Never once has someone said that they loved me or even liked me. (Not in a lovers way; but in a best friend way. Not that that way has happened either)

Never once have I felt that anyone has actually cared about me. I always am and always will be the disposable one.

Maybe it's because I'm male and so people don't think I have feelings. Or confidence issues. Or all this shit stereotypical guys have. (Or don't.)

As I gaze into the world, I realise

that nothing falters in its

ability to reflect what

I’ve come here to see.

My challenge remains

to admit

to what it is

that I’ve seen.

It's funny, we live in a world that claims to uphold truth, and a dedication to a search for the truth above all else. And yet, there are lies all around us. From the smallest lie of an individual, to a corporate lie to manipulate the masses for their purposes.

A world where truth is the lie and the lie is the truth. So then if everything is backwards, cannot we say that this world upholds lies and a dedication to the search for lies? And if that is true, then what can we say of this world? Can we not then say that we've been deceived by this world? Can we not then say that this world has been steadily walking towards the darkness that we all say cannot happen?

- Michael Hall

Life is no respecter of mindset, nor does it deal kindly with folk who follow the rules. It knows no limits.

They say that life is what happens while you're busy making plans. I would modify that into two simple words that sum it up perfectly.

Shit happens.

It really does. You can forget the cosy pull up a chair fairy stories that fired your imagination as a child, you can forget kindness and kindred spirits. Life is brutal. Ho Yus indeed.

I have seen many good hearted, decent people beaten into submission by life's handiwork and I have wept over the cruelty of it all. It really is that unfair.

So what then?

If life is such a hard master then why do we hanker for long lives, and beautiful sunsets? I do believe in the Yin and Yang of nature, and I do believe in happy endings. As a human being I lay claim to my absolute right to a happy life and I have proved I have the guts to fight for my freedoms.

But I also know that there's many a slip twixt cup and lip, so I tread carefully, I call on my experience to negate life's tricks by avoiding the storms that I see brewing on distant horizons. I plan my route as best I can and I hope for the best, not because I'm an optimist but because that's all there is.

The best that you can do is laugh because it is a joke, albeit a cruel one. We are born, we reproduce and we die, and in between those events we have every right to play, to run and jump, to drink our wine and enjoy each other's company, to love and be loved.

We are dead for such a long time my friends, so laugh and roll with the punches.

Cheers.

The moment your voice is heard, is the moment you are judged. But when your voice is not heard, it is not recognized. So what I learned about being a writer is, you have to endure these failures, acknowledge the mistakes you've made as a writer, grow from them, and stand strong in your beliefs. We all have a gift. And writing is one of them. Because writing is not a waste of time, or a habit that we've had since 6th grade. However it is rather an aptitude of our intellectual language. It is an instrument that creates rhythmic notes, that defines our individuality, our psychodynamics, and our hearts. Together with passion and ambition, cultivates the writer in me, my gift God bestowed upon me- and I appreciate Him every day for giving me the breath of life to share this gift onto others. So what I want to encourage you all to do is to continue writing- free yourself from procrastination- writer's bloc is not the inability to write something beautifully, it is a sign for you to find your spiritual self. Because, it takes a strong writer to get humanity to quite down and listen.

Everywhere i turn things are shifting, and everyone is out drifting.

All their fears and all the anger i see is being reflected up inside of me.

I feel something's up and out but everyone is tumbling about.

Consciousness is taking a leap but not all can handle the peek.

The dumb get dumber by the hour and the few brave face their devour.

One side is opening up reconnecting while the other side is just infecting.

Hearts are opening up wide whilst inhumanity, hate and cruelty abide.

Time has come to face facts and take action but in which direction?

And who can you trust when you must rely on the ones who deny?

Seems like there is a gap between souls open and empathy lack.

And the battle inside shines through everyone's eyes who try and rise.

Strange days indeed when i see all people bleed and fight to unite.

Strange time that we find ourselves in, hoping for a new beginning.

Why do we do it

Is it an emotion?

Is it a skill?

Is it a way to feel?

If you cry

We won't laugh at you

Because it is human

To cry too