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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Man at his lowest.

It really upsets me when I witness horrible crimes that involve blood, pain, and stripping off skin. I usually don’t build my happiness over someone else’s, so what about those people who kill in order to be fashionable?  The Man is a horrible, horrible creature, and God would’ve been ashamed to see what’s happening here. We usually run away when we see a ferocious animal while the human being is a way lot fiercer. I’m talking about those prestigious people who would kill – literally – to look good. Animals have no voice to speak, so that’s the card you use to play your filthy game. You take a creature, whether it’s innocent or not that’s not your decision to make, and torture it with full conscious. You take a creature, torture it with full conscious, pay a fortune and wear its skin with full pride. Child abuse, woman abuse, that wasn’t enough, we have now something where the man shows his so called “superiority”, and torture another God’s creations, another soul, to satisfy his shallowness. And what hurts me the most is that there’s nothing we can do about it in this stupid country where a human soul doesn’t count, so what about an animal’s?

I hope that someday, a very near day, we can actually act rather than just blog about it, shout rather than write about it, and save, rather than dream about it. I’m a big animal lover, and I love justice. If animals don’t have the gift of speaking, what’s your excuse?


Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Mirror mirror on the wall, how many times should we fall?

She had enough, sick of it all.
She looked in the mirror, saw bruises from her fall.
Silly how could she be?
Out of all people, she believed
That he is the one, the one for her
After all, she was desperate, and God was she hurt..
He fooled her with words he learned from here and there
She should have known better, that's all I have to say.
Ashamed and scared from the stupidest mistakes.
They say you'll learn with time.. Hasn't time moved yet?
Looking in her mirror, she can't notice but the scars
Then looked in deeper, and saw her broken heart.
She stepped back, not aware of what she noticed,
Fell on the ground, wth tears wrote down "Stupid".
She refuses to be a joke, for him or anyone else
But after what happened, could she really say that?
I looked up in my mirror, trying to calm her down;
She refused to listen, I have always been a stubborn.
She draw a smile on her face, and faked it like I always did
Stepped away from the mirror, but her soul was stuck there.




P.S- this one is fictitious.