Mavry Potts
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To you, I'm a writer, a writer that just screams and yells. I'm a writer who just screams and yells about things you have an opinion in. Our opinions differ, you disagree with most of the things I say. I might be able to sway you, push you towards me, but one false move you go crawling back to your fantasy. I believe what I say is the truth, that I speak the rhythm of the earth under our feet. That if you were to lift off this earth you would finally see what I've been trying to say. We're small meaningless things we'll all just float away and die someday. The glorious thing about us is that we don't give into that thought we push to excel and make our pointless lives not so pointless. We don't care that we're small, we all know we can be someone. That the people of the world can push you down or they can pull you up. We all realized as a child that we could be whatever we wanted to be. I could be a superhero, an astronaut, a fireman, a ballerina, a teacher. What the adults said didn't really matter, for we were the next generation, they were the past. We didn't have to be held to the stereotypes, girls could be anything, boys could be anything. They might try to hurt us, try to push us down, but we could stand up against them and lead the revolution. Every generation realizes that, and every generation starts another revolution. We are the future, we make the future, and our hand leads the future.
Crumbling,
Falling Towards oblivion. We're all Crumbling, Falling Towards oblivion. Holding on, To what's Already long gone. Seems I'm Holding on, To what's Already long gone. What hope is, To all Who are dying. I know What hope is, To all Who are dying. What is real, I know I used to know. Now now What is real, I know I used to know. When I was younger I was one of those people who was like, I want world peace blah blah blah. Now at my current age I see that world peace is a relatively stupid thing. See if the world was at peace, yeah everyone would be safe, but it also means there are basically no emotions. For the world to be at peace people can't be sad or anything like that. Imagine that, you just don't have emotions, fun no longer exists, it's not as happy and joyous as you thought, right. If the world was at peace think about how many people would lose their jobs, wait, who would need jobs if the world was at peace. Creativity would cease to exist for everyone is equal. For the world to be at peace there cannot be difference of opinions. If the world was at peace just think of all the things you would lose, is that really worth the few things you would gain?
It's science
That funny things Make us smile Yet funny things Aren't actually funny We made up that word Funny causing laughter or amusement; humorous. Yet we say humorous in the definition We made up that word too causing lighthearted laughter and amusement; comic. And there it is We made up another word Comic causing or meant to cause laughter. And the trail seems to end No more words To ask Did we make it up Yet we did We made up the word Laughter the action or sound of laughing. And once again We made up a word Laughing the action of making spontaneous sounds and movements of the face and body that are the instinctive expressions of lively amusement and sometimes also of contempt or derision. And yes I could continue Oh it goes on forever But I'll stop I'll leave you questioning Maybe even Laughing. Alright, I want to make it clear to both you and me. To me you don't exist, you're a faceless creature. I wouldn't expect you to think any more of me. How are you to know that I exist? How are you to know I'm not just some android typing this down. Now if we meet in real life you would believe I was real, right? You can see and touch me I'm real, right? I should believe the same about you, right? I should, yes I should, but as expected I don't. See how am I supposed to know if I'm delusional and I'm not creating you? How are you supposed to know that you aren't the only human? What if none of this is real, just a figment of your imagination? What if you are the last human alive and you passed out and your mind created the perfectly fantasy world? Now your reason for this being false might be something like why would I want all these problems? I have an explanation for that too, see our problems nowadays are pitiful and nonexistent to your future self and in some ways you enjoy them. You find your current life simple and ideal and all you ever wanted. There is another question that arises, why won't I wake up? Well maybe when you passed out you died, so you won't ever wake up. Honestly there are too many faults to this hypothesis for it to be valid, but it still brings up the question, "What if?"
Here's something I wrote over a year ago. I like looking back sometimes.
And the blackness never dies, When light is alive, And good can't survive, Without evil by its side. And stars only shine, From our past long ago, And the moon is a lie, Just a reflection of the sun. And yes, I repeated several times, For my mind is ruled by one thing, That we never see what is really going on, Because we all died a mili seconds ago. And there is a bird's cage, Sitting on top of sharp rocks, And if the bird barely moves it dies, And in the black of night the bird moves. And acting is hard, Words with emotion flow through soft lips, And yet some, They are just metal lips. Hermia and Lysander weren't meant to be, If they were Puck wouldn't have been able, To sway them so easily, So they weren't meant to be. Magic is easy, Love never so, Blackness is impenetrable, Light not much so. And the prettiest of flowers, Grow out of sight, And the kindest of voices, Never make a sound. And so in the blackness, We all must die, For in the brightness, We all just hide. It's been a while since I've just sat down and wrote. Since I've just blocked out everything else and wrote. To rant about how bad life really is. It's been a while since I've been able to tell the truth. The words "I'm fine," always seem to escape my mouth. The worst part is people accept it. They're all okay with me just saying, "I'm fine," and no one treads farther. I don't have a clue why not. Whenever someone says something so bland to me, I automatically suspect that it isn't true. I always try to force the truth out of them. No one is ever just fine, or good for that matter; those words are used as excuses and costumes to cover the truth. I can't truly explain what every single person means when they say it because everyone has their own pot of troubles brewing. I can't relate to anyone. Honestly, I'm not the best at that, but I still try. The problem with trying to relate to someone is it hurts them more, and more. It's like stabbing someone in the gut and thinking they'll be okay. You might believe that trying to relate helps -- and I guess it might with some people — but it has never worked for me. I guess what I'm trying to say is just because when you ask someone, "How are you doing?" doesn't mean they will tell you the truth. Dig a little deeper and it might do you both some good.
I chose to sit here
I chose to be here Why would I choose this Why would I do this? I chose to be me I chose to be free Why would I live this Why would I survive? You chose to live life You chose to live free Why would you do this Why would you believe? You chose to hold on You chose to keep on Why would you prevail Why would you succeed? I chose to not let go I chose to hold on tight Why wouldn't I choose to give up Why wouldn't I choose to fall deep? I chose to not wonder I chose to not be bound Why wouldn't I be the real me Why wouldn't I be the free me? You chose to not murder You chose to not give in Why wouldn't you choose to fall Why wouldn't you choose freedom? You chose to not conquer You chose to not battle Why wouldn't you battle it, why Why wouldn't you stay here with me? I get it It was a losing battle You were not meant to win Not meant to survive that long So I get that you laid down your sword I get it. Life, to most of this world's occupants, is torture. It's an endless battle between yourself and an unknown force, and right when you thought you've won you're swept off your feet again. I feel like so many people have come to know this as the only way to live; so many people believe there is no other way. I say no to there being no other way. Why do I have to let myself be pushed around? Why can't I stand up for myself? There really isn't that much holding me back beside fear, and anyone can conquer fear. Sure you might think that statement is false, but you can, in fact, conquer your fears. Maybe me having so much faith in myself has something to do with my age. Maybe as I grow older I will fall into conformity like everyone else. I'd like to think I won't; I'd like to think I have the strength to support my beliefs. I don't know what will happen, though, I'm not a prophet or anything. So as I was saying I don't believe we, as humans, have to live life with that constant weight of fear on our back. There is a way for us to conquer this fear and live life actually alive.
There is a way to believe
Without falling. There is a way to hold on Without hurting. There is a way to conquer Without killing. There is a way to succeed Without your own failure. There is no way to believe Without disagreements. There is no way to hold on Without letting go. There is no way to conquer Without someone hurt. There is no way to succeed Without someone else failing. |
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