The Universe Perspective

  Bigweld and his mom's shoes, filled with cream cheese and doodie doos, teeth like fungus, hearts on fire, let them all perish in the doomspire!

  I wish this didn't happen I find you on my mind But somehow still floating As if you were still mine I try to run from the feelings Oh so desperate I miss holding your hand And giving you a kiss I wish we didn't hurt each other Because love shouldnt feel that way But somehow we felt to do it And we had to end it someday The most heartbreaking part Is that it wasn't on purpose The ending of a real love And dismay comes to the surface I can't run from the feelings forever I just wish it could've been fixed You'll always be my four leaf clover And our memories will always be there Please take care Is love really better to be had than never? It hurts much worse when your love was pure In spite of our desire to hurt eachother forever I wish it wasn't so painful But it'll certainly stay that way And for whatever reason we couldn't find the cure And for that reason I'll stay in the fray I'll miss you forever, please take care, I love you, don'

  Someone was telling me about its concurrence, It's unfortunate for the lifeless, the betrayal from the brave. I watched the skyline fill with snow and emanate a powerful glow It was blinding and repulsive, despite the beauty of its love I rest assured knowing I needed to run I give my deepest prayer to the poisonous sun. Kneeling before my empty furniture with my hands raised forward The darkness became me as I closed my eyes And whether it was the lord or the devil They didn't want it to be apparent for this innocent child Some say confliction is one response to the devil's tricks But I find myself believing it was God instead For he could stop the glowing fortress of snowing piling before my knowing I find myself reckoning with its hurt directly in dread, as helpless as a human can be Its unfortunate for those in my situation who think prayer will help change I watch the snow turn to rain, then hail, it continued to cycle and shift its range Yet I find myself in this si

  A selective empathetic is a more sinister evil than the outright unempathetic. The unempathetic is quite small in numbers, and are under more scrutiny. The selective empathetic is one of reflective desire, picking and choosing those to be glad for and wishing to prosper based off of desired personal gain, gain that involves putting others down in the process. This level of empathy is pure submission to outside preachers, outside systems, media, literature, art, and economics, and represents a dark and fallible inner sense. Letting things simply happen, apathetic to their greater truth, nihilistic in meaning, and a walking product of guiding forces around them. A pure empathetic is empathetic to all in all situations, noticing the humanity in all. It is sad to notice the selective empathetic being a prevalent and lauded endeavor, when the qualities of such selective empathetic are thought of also as manipulation. A great contradiction in social morality and personal character judgeme

You are a hairy candy cane Sweet, rough, disgusting I have a sweet tooth I'm addicted to the center I want to lick you And hold you in my hand Bite you And find that sweet core Hairy candy canes get thrown in the trash Somehow I find value in it I wanted to run you under water And remove the dissonant exterior Others say That there's more candy canes And that one can be thrown away And sometimes I agree with them I can't help but have hope for the candy cane That we could experience each other truly But I can't wipe off the hair It's the candy cane's job It hasn't been thrown away yet And its still looking me in the eyes Roping me in to try to fix it Running away when I love it I don't like candy canes anymore And you're the reason I don't think it'll ever get wiped off But hopefully others won't throw her in the trash

  "I don't know how much longer I have," he said, cigarette in hand, lit by the blaze of the sun's rays as it set off into the west. Nightfall was approaching rapidly, and the darkness seemingly increased exponentially as the sun bolted away from the man out of fear. It was a low and downtrodden Sunday evening, a foggy day had occurred, and the whispers and bells from the early church morning service still rang in the man's ear. "Don't give up man," his friend responded, and though the response was very performative and shielded, the performance came from a place of genuine care and empathy.