WAKE UP! YOU'RE NOT ALONE!

People lining up, speaking different languages. The world controlled by emotions, and technology. Holding hands, passing notes, texting, calling, skyping, emailing. A world meant to desensitize you to feel just as everyone else does. The swaying from left and right, everyone has lived under the same rhythm. You can start predicting how they walk, or talk. A rhythm created from a central source, creating images in our heads. Making us concentrate on something unreal. The human lie created since the birth of time. Every lie will in turn become true as you see it can be said all the time and everyone will soon believe it. Once they do it makes it have already happened.

Subliminal messages through the airwaves. Transmitted through frequencies, for everyone to feel but cannot be heard. Words forming in your head, ideas that never existed. You’ve become a part of the system my friend. And such a cruel system this is, only those under complete control can live in their joyful fake lives. Everyone with different looks and frequencies will hear different ones. Not because you are any less that them, but because of the way your ears were tuned. Feelings of regret, when you breathe your last breath. They’ll be changing your energy into something that isn’t yours. You are not someone who does. You are a human being, so go and be.

The rhythm controls you, in every single way they can. Mentally, physically, even a simple thing as the way you walk, controlled by it. Can’t you feel the unconscious feeling to do something? The impulsivity? That’s a creation of the frequencies. All these medications, only to make you more sensitive to certain ones in the air. DO you remember what silence sounded like? A slight ringing in your head. A sign that they do exist, everywhere they go.

They desensitized even themselves so that they could have complete control over us. They programmed theirselves with lies so that we may believe they are true. Don’t you feel yourself get even more lost into the movement as you keep walking? Or even dancing? Even running? Or just standing? They are a part of your mind, and you don’t know how to escape. We don’t know the loopholes behind the whole situation. They will take every single thing they can and change it into their little doll. To be dressed as they want us to be dressed, to be something we don’t want to be. Barely anyone has awoken from the state of rag doll. You are one of those that are a part of the system. Unable to find your way out, or bring life to a situation. You are made to believe that what they give you, feed you, or even make you drink. YOU ARE IN THEIR CONTROL!

Wake up, you can’t live this way anymore. This is not who you are. It’s who you believe to be. All these believes fed into our heads. GET OUT OF MY MIND! We start to shout in our minds. Funny how you can’t take it away. The more you think about it, the more you’re in tune.

It's been awhile

Every day went by slowly as he looked away from his life. He got bored with everything and soon forgot about his life. His passion. His work. But now he's back, and you will be seeing more of him very soon. As soon as I fix everything I will bring him back for time cannot kill an idea unfinished.

A little more direct than stuff I usually write.

FUCK YOU!

Ants

Foundation from my fingertips,
the world has yet to see it.
The misshapen clouds,
I move to my will.

I look down on the ants,
scattering as nature takes its course.
I drop pieces of paper,
for them to better understand.

The bodies they keep hidden,
under the crust that had given them life.
They weep among their peers
yet they rejoice with a feast.

The comfort of reunion,
when put up on that pedestal.
for all to be seen,
only by those above.

The Four Course Meal

A lost look on his face, blood running down his cheeks. A knife in one hand and a fork in the other. Rare meat on a sizzling plate. He can no longer count the days, but he can count the meals. He has been held captive in a room, arms barred with hinges at the bottom, allowing him to move the food to his mouth, and legs restrained onto a cold metal chair, with a silver desk in front of him. The room is only big enough for him and the chair, no outside bodies are allowed to enter. He cannot scratch his neck, the metal links do not permit him. He can't look down, his neck is tightly fastened to the back of the chair, all he can see are his meals. Slabs of meat, nothing but meat, cooked in the same way over and over again. The only thing he can do is to wait and eat, hopefully his captor will release him.

The meals come one by one, on a sizzling plate, followed with a glass of wine. Different body parts, of the animals killed for his satiety. The ribs, the intestines, the heart, the lungs, the brains, the pancreas, the livers. He doesn't find anything wrong with what he's eating, just as long as he survives.

He's tired of looking for a way out, his legs have gone numb, his arms can't move in any other way. The only thing that let's him see the outside world is the little sliding window, where all his grub is slid in from. Open, close, open, close, that's all that he ever sees aside from his meals. There is always an equal amount of light outside, as there is inside the room. He counts the meals as if they were breakfast, lunch and dinner, and decides that each day is 3 meals, he sleeps after each and every single one of his meals.

He hears a voice outside his little room, telling him that one of the restraints will be removed today, a smile forms on his face as he realizes that it's one step closer to being free. A slit in the wall that was previously concealed appears in front of him, a bigger sliding window than the last. A man wearing a mask puts a sizzling plate on the desk.

He starts to think of the family he'll be able to go back to when he gets out. His two beautiful children, a boy named Harry, and a girl named Sally, his gorgeous wife, that had such a comforting smile, a jaw-dropping face, and extraordinary body named Lucy. The kind of family he felt like he never deserved, but loved unconditionally either way.

The captor removes the restraint from his neck, he can finally see everything more clearly, he sees that today his meal starts with the face of an animal. He looks more closely to see what animal it was, and as he looked intently at each of the faces he realized with such horror and despair, that he has been eating a three course meal. The faces looked at him in such a dreadful, and depressing manner. He felt a pain in his stomach as his eyes swelled up with anguish. He looked down to see why it had hurt so badly, only to see parts of himself missing. He cried to himself as he felt the need

"Lucy, Harry and Sally, a four course meal just for me."

Life is funny isn't it?

If you think about it how much of your life makes sense?

Try to string everything together, how could one event lead to the other? More importantly why have they strung together in the first place?

To me if your whole life if put together is like a coherent sentence, your life must suck, no joke, just going to put it out there none of those fancy words or sentences that make people think. Just plainly out there your life sucks. It's a cliche, a fraud, nothing should be make sense. That's because we're all supposed to find that little thing or rather big thing that can bring it all together.

In dreams, everything is just going, it all feels so real, but does it actually make any sense? Obviously not, we dream everyday and we wake up to reality, which in turn also makes absolutely no sense.

Who are we to decide whether the dream is the dream, while reality is actually reality? For all we know it we're awake in our dreams, and we're asleep in real life.

For those who are awake all night as I am, when you sleep when the sun is up, don't you think it's rather strange that we're awake while others are in the real world? It's weird to be talking about, but sometimes we should stop and just think.

Is reality, just a dream?

MdL

Dear MdL

It's been awhile since I've last seen you. I remember it was around December 1, 07 you had gone to my village for a party with your friends, which I thought was rather strange because it was unexpected. I was out with friends and you called Tasha, making sure that I lived in Palm Village.

I remember I even left the others a bit earlier that I planned to just to get home and see you. We met up in the park and talked for a bit, and you left for another party. It's funny because I vividly remember ball tapping you before you left. That same night I helped a drunk guy right outside the village. He gave me a skateboard, he had just found it somewhere in the park, it was really funny though how he just gave it to me out of nowhere, and even funnier how I don't remember him at all.

You studied with my "Crazy Ex" well more of in the same school, I remember that one time you told me you met my ex. It was strange but, hey what can we do? The world is too small.

I even remember that status you had on YM last time I chatted with you "The only proof that there is intelligent life out there is that they had made no contact with our world" or something like that. You really were one of the smartest people I've ever met. It seemed as if you knew everything, it seemed as if you could do anything.

I really miss you man, since I've last seen you I've been through so much, but I hope that you're proud about where I am right now. It really sucks though that I can't make any contact with you outside of my dreams.

Oh and hey, I'm 18 now, the age I last saw you. I turned 18 two days before you would have been 21. Time flies by too fast doesn't it? I can't believe it's been 1212 days 6 hours and 14 minutes since I last saw you. I hope you're happy with where you are right now. You really helped me a lot and I only wish I could return the favor somehow. But anyway I should probably get over it.

I'm living in Dumaguete right now and I have some new friends, but everyday man you're still with me, somehow I just can't seem to get you out of my mind dude. Rest well and I'll see you when I go too I hope.

"It doesn't matter who comes first, it's all about who comes next" I remember someone saying they heard you say that in their dreams. But anyway I should sign off.

Love,
Apex

Emotions

People don't realize how fake everything actually is. Everything is just an illusion to please other people, we have adapted so that everyone else is pleased with our actions rather than ourselves, and even if we are pleased with our own actions, it's all just a lie. Apathy is the only thing that's real, it's not fake because it shows that in the real world we all just don't care about each other.

Why do we wish to make others feel better about themselves by bringing ourselves down? We share our lame sob stories about how this girl or guy doesn't feel the way you do, or about how they just broke up with you. In reality, the true reality, not this whole movie scene that we wish to live in every day of our lives, no one really gives a shit. You can die and the world would not stop moving. Time doesn't heal shit, it just covers up the wounds with a thin layer of skin that can easily be broken.

We are all worthless for trying to be better than the other people, or by helping others become better that you. The only people I can actually say have worth are those that don't care, the ones that are just passive to everything. If everything were equal I honestly think we'd have more worth as a whole than singularly.