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19 year old guy who writes poems from time to time


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Regret (Formerly Fallen Human)


There is nothing worse in a man,

Than when he is torn apart by guilt,

Weakened by the weight of his own actions upon his shoulders,

Defeated by his own remorse.

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Those Who Weep (Inspired by Mazen al-Hamada)


Those who weep are not cowardly

Those who weep are unafraid to show the depth of their sorrow

Those who weep understand their limits, their weaknesses 

Those who weep are confident and fear not the judging eye 

Those who weep are those who have surpassed their deepest fears and toughest
moments 

Those who weep are those who warn 

Those who weep are compassionate, empathetic, kind 

Those who weep are the survivors 

Those who weep are not cowardly.

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A truth and a Lie


They say God is great but I say man is greater

They say the Devil hates but I say man hates further

They say planes are fast but I say time is faster

They say lust is strong but I say love is stronger

They say fear is weak but I say strength is weaker

They say war works well but I say peace works better

They say man is great but I say Earth is greater

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Small as Earth


On a planet, small as Earth, 

There are many, many turfs;

Some are peaceful, most are not.

Fighting for God, or fighting for good? 

Maybe we're all just misunderstood. 

Perhaps we could simply coexist? 

Live happily, peacefully, 

Make conflict a rarity. 

Make life a thing of worth, 

On a planet, small as Earth.

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If Only


It's more about maturity and responsibility

Than impudence and stupidity.

It's not about legality, it's more about morality:

Some would even say it's closer to ethicality.

There's no such thing as doing it accidentally;

There are no excuses it's simply inhumanity.

Forget about forgiveness, forget about divinity,

It's time to face the horrors of your limitless atrocity.

If only you had never commited this barbarity,

If only you had remained loyal to your human decency.

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You and Me


When the night grows long,
And you feel free,
I sing a song,
For you and me.
Do I fear my sorrow,
Or do I hope for glee?
I sing a song,
For you and me.  

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Once, There Was a Willing Man


Once, there was a willing man,
He signed up to the army.
Once, there was an eager man,
He wished to serve his country.
But once he trained, and went to war,
And saw his brothers walk through death's door,
He realised, with the bodies of the innocent at his feet,
That there was only victory in defeat.
Even those who win at war,
Will return as those they were no more.
Because the only ones who come out victorious,
Are the corrupt, the rich, and the inglorious.
 

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Meaning of Life


I was once asked
What came after death.
"Who knows," I thought,
It's a mystery.
But later I pondered the question,
And I concluded that the answer was that we never die.
Because when our bodies are buried or burned,
They will inevitably feed the Earth,
And give life to plants and organisms,
And we, our atoms, will be in them,
And for me, that is immortality.
It is the meaning of life.
And it is beautiful.
 

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The Aspen Tree


A man walks alone through the fields of his youth,

Where he has worked long and hard,

For as long as he can remember.

Relaxed by his familiar surroundings,

He breathes out in relieved comfort,

Under his favourite aspen tree.

The tree, once just a sapling,

Now stands strong and proud,

Quite unlike the man at its foot.

Who, relaxed by his familiar surroundings,

Breathes out one final time,

Under his favourite aspen tree.
 

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The Same Suit as Usual


Today I have work again.
The same office, the same job.

So I put on the same suit as usual.
I don't like it. It's tight and coarse.

I have breakfast, some porridge like always.
I don't like it. It's sticky and tasteless.

Now I'm riding my bike, no point in a car.
I don't like it. It's old and rusty.

Suddenly I'm flying through the air. Something struck me.
I land hard on the concrete pavement. Darkness.

My consciousness is slipping away, but I remember something.
I had a life.
I liked it. I had good friends and good money.

I wish I had realised before.

Now my body is just lying there.
In the same suit as usual.
 

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Dehumanisation


Why do we dehumanise others?
They are humans, people,
Men, women, children,
who hope for a future they may never have.

They aren't all perfect, but neither are we;
We are greedy, lazy, lacking a sense of responsibility,
Quick to shift the blame when really we should feel ashamed,
for the choices we are making.

Why are we so desperate to send them "home",
When at "home" they are met once more with the danger they fled before?
What stops them from coming back? because after all,
Who wouldn't want to win a race when death is the prize for second place?

Why do we lack such empathy towards those who seek only shelter from an explosive storm?
Why do we greet them with animosity instead of warmth?

And it seems all we want to do is send them "home".
But when they're back in their stormy hell,
what stops them from coming back?
Because after all,
Who wouldn't want to win a race when death is the prize for second place?

Why do we dehumanise others?