Poetry And Random Thoughts

We were all born artists, but it was stolen from us to make room for the bitter truth of reality

I love my religious friends, but I don’t understand how you could worship a god that claims to have knitted each person together in his image and then condemn some of them to eternal punishment for wanting to love themselves and/or those that are the most like them

Being a punk while being an academic is so hard because in order to seek out higher knowledge, I’m forced to participate in the oldest and most corrupt system, being taught how to think and behave, while simultaneously wanting to burn the system to the ground, but knowing that I can’t because this is my only way to seek the knowledge of the world that has been ripped from the hands of the lower classes and hidden away for control.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I have the inherent need to love others loudly, but have no idea how to receive the same.