#thenightlyowl

it bothers me when i see sadness or fear in a stranger’s eyes and i don’t have the strength to show them a smile.

if you are  the victim in every story you tell you will never be the hero

people don’t read poetry to learn about  the poet people read poetry to learn about  themselves

in the grand scheme of things you don’t really matter. you will die just like the stars  you were “destined” to write about.

so fuck your ego. fuck your bullshit identity. fuck who you think you are and who you think you should be. fuck what i think. fuck what they think. do what you love. love who you love. and fucking die. with grace.

feminism is great but  women don’t shoot up schools. so maybe  we should focus on something other than the nineteen and a half cents  you don’t make every hour. maybe it’s more important to the save the children who die  because men are taught to be silent. maybe it’s time to fix problems at their core. maybe it’s time we teach empathy in schools so the sad lonely boy ignored in the corner doesn’t need a gun to express his emotions. stats scream out  ninety-six percent of school shooters are male and men are three times more likely to commit suicide. so maybe  we should stop ignoring the silent ones. instead of only attending to those who complain.

jealousy is the poison poured by the goddess aphrodite into the egoic glass of the inexperienced lover and with the first sip hatred was born

when you find peace eyes become mirrors absorbing  your light in the shape of smiles and laughter and joyous tears

it’s crazy the things we do the people we trust the drugs we take just to feel warm.