beauty dies here: it slips from your fingers like silt as the sun slips beneath the distant horizon that you can run to but never truly touch. it wilts like the youthful flush in your cheeks as those rose colored days flicker in favor of an untimely and devastatingly human death. everything dies here, except for the distant rumbling of gears and tanks and guns and tears that stop sounding so distant when you listen closely. when i sit here on the rubble, i can hear the sl

Dream Small by Penn N. Teller Eyes creak open And bones complain Once we rise from slumber And stare at the rain An ant suffers With every raindrop Their kingdom will topple Yet their work never stops Whereas our houses Are not made of sand They weather this storm And will surely stand But the day is long And the world is unfair And your eyes are heavy Why even care? Ants smaller than you in size Whom we look down upon Will not look up to someone Whose zeal is all gone Only a

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A hole is a place that is loud. It’s a place of conflict and gunshots and screams. Of the thundering roars of hate and fear that the rays of the western sunset will never kiss, will never shine on, like an ugly black hole– a disgusting blotch on human essence. A hole is a place that is hollow. It’s a place where all exits and entrances are sealed with the self-righteous thumb of ignorance, where murmured screams echo against the walls and right back into the screamer’s ears,

In Equality by Penn N. Teller Too many men Have drawn conclusions Taking mental note Of society’s exclusions Those excluded refrain From getting involved For the conversation Will surely devolve When will they Stop facing rejection In the midst Of society’s projections? Too many assume In bad faith Haunting the excluded Like wretched wraiths But their stance Stands no ground Except for sheep Societies build around Holding onto faith It will take To vanquish hate And never bre