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fuck off. if you have money to waste on blaze you have money to donate. if you have money to waste and to blaze you have money to donate twice.

Honestly you’re completely right. I really don’t have the money to waste for things like this. I would rather donate to something useful. In my mind I thought that spreading knowledge or awareness would be more beneficial, because if I can change just a few people’s minds, then that itself is going to promote just as much change as would a donation. I would say somewhat even more valuable. Sure if I donate somewhere I can help feed someone or house someone, which I definitely want to do. But if I can shape the minds of the future, then maybe we have a fighting chance at survival in general. And you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. You don’t know what I do everyday to help my community. I’m no president, no spokesman, I’m just a normal human being just as much as you, that wants good things to happen to the people in their life. And if you don’t want that, I’m sorry. Thank you for expressing yourself, I’ll take your words into consideration. Good luck to you.

You know what’s bothered me? People viewing our president as some sort of celebrity. Especially someone that says they are a “fan” of a presidential candidate, just doesn’t sit right with me. These are real people governing our country, not a fucking magical being or a movie star. Politics nowadays is damn reality tv. This country is as mature as a high school, and the popular kids are fighting for control. I’m not religious much but this is what god means by “false idols”. Also, the fact I’ve seen people bet on the election or talk about it like it’s some sort of sporting event is quite outrageous and unsettling. This isn’t entertainment, this is supposed to be a commitment to democracy and creating equality and fairness in our country. It’s about making the proper changes to help better mankind and American lives. I think we need to start somewhere new. Our lives don’t change with a presidential election, change occurs within ourselves. It’s our mindsets that are hurting us. For the next four years we live with a decision, and after that, the same thing. That’s how shit works, and not everything goes your way sometimes, but that’s how life happened to turn out. It’s hard for me to trust anybody that worships a “presidential candidate” or obsesses over the idea of the election. All we can do is control what we do and how we act. We can’t better the world until we better the people that are capable of changing the world. Change is necessary, without it, we wouldn’t adapt, survival wouldn’t be possible, and evil would persist. Fuck trump and fuck Kamala. I never chose them as my candidates. Who said anybody is worthy of such a position of power anyways? But if you really are into politics and support someone, I get it, you’re doing all that you can do by voting for what you believe in. And I commend you for choosing that decision. Just remember there are more important things to consider than to obsess about your favorite “candidate” on your free time. And for the love of god, stop dividing this country.

And after everything, I still have nobody. Why do I give so much of myself to other people?

I just want someone to be real with me.

i think it’s so beautiful that we can learn each others ways and thoughts. we can understand each other or at least try to, and that itself is a way of giving your love to another. a little bit of your life, a little bit of your being. even if you don’t realize it.

Remember to treat everyone as a human being. It’s easy to forget that most people can understand you, they just have a difficult time communicating their own thoughts.

Would you do it all again?

Would you tell me that you love me?

If time was running backwards,

Would you do it all again?

Would you tell me that you love me?

If time was running backwards,

Would you do it all again?

and then suddenly, my mind began to wander.

Your heart beats into mine,

Violently,

And unapologetic.

My turbulent mind now still,

Because the look in your eyes could kill,

But only was it your lips,

That could heal me from all of this.

You’re the moon and I’m the tides,

You pull me closer with your eyes.

Poltergeist

There’s an outstretched hand,

Just out of touch,

Just out of reach.

I can almost feel the warmth,

Of small fingertips,

Trying to understand me.

Why do I fight the feeling?

Am I weak?

Am I brave?

I think I’m scared everyday.

Is it the truth I need?

Is it love I want?

Is there something here?

Or is it nothing at all?

How strange and beautiful it is, to be anything at all

We are warriors of life,

Raging war against death,

And we must die fighting.

To look down from above

There’s no god in the heavens.

You won’t find it looking up.

Sometimes you have to see the world,

How the heavens would see… us.

In the boring, unique, and subjective.

In the small chatter across a dance floor,

In the old guard dog that lays brazenly across old sofas,

In smiles with a stranger,

And heart palpitations.

Even in the wind,

Or in a cold shoulder,

Burning knowledge,

And a bottle that’s broken.

You’ve been given all of the pieces to find,

What you’ve been searching for inside.

Maybe what I’m trying to say is the presence of any kind of god would be all around us.

Or maybe even within us.

-b

I try to refrain from writing my bad thoughts, but goddamn sometimes I hate myself. Sometimes I hurt and I don’t know why. Like my heart is collapsing and my blood is desperately trying to run. Like my stomach is squeezing and the air doesn’t want to leave my lungs. It would be so much easier to die. To lay down and never get up again. I feel so weak and heavy but I’m so uncomfortable sitting still. Everything is spinning and god knows I’m sober. I try to scream but I’ve never wanted help. I’m a man and I have to be strong. I’m not allowed to be any other way. I really am alone. Nobody cares enough. Or maybe I care too much.

I wish I was never abandoned.

I wish that the people that said they loved me stuck around.

I wish I had a father growing up.

I wish I was strong enough to fight back when I was a kid.

I wish my friends were actually my friends.

I wish I could cry.

I wish I could talk to the only person that ever showed me love, but she’s gone.

I wish a lot of things, I even wish I could just disappear.

All these wishes yet all I can do is move forward. Fuck wishes, fuck a shooting star, fuck a birthday candle, fuck prayers, fuck a fortune cookie, I don’t believe in any of that shit. I’m no longer wishing.

Now stfu and put on that smile and act strong until you are. I will succeed. I will win. I will survive. I’m so angry that I’m going to beat all the odds just to spite the world. A big fuck you for making me go through this shit. This big bag of shit. And I’m only here to set it on fire. WHATEVER IT TAKES.

I hold my home in my hands,

My mind flies around like a phantom,

And all along she was there,

Touching my skin,

Oh she got me going mental.

What would you do,

If I loved you just a little?

What would you do,

If I lean a little closer?

It’s my fault,

I haven’t done what I’m supposed to,

I was wrong,

For bottling all these emotions.

just do something you idiot

i'll give it to you later,

I promised i'd do better,

we act like we are strangers, when we aren't together.

should I call now or later?

I'm struggling on paper,

the only thing that changes her mind, is

the weather

so I'll create lightning,

and destroy the things I'm fighting,

I am no longer hiding,

this storm deep inside me.

-b

death doesn’t bother me anymore.

i’m more concerned about appreciating the time we have with the people that matter in life.

take every moment in, and do not hesitate to show your love.

even when the whole world is telling me no,

i still only want you.

so tell me,

what should i do?

sometimes i hate social media. it’s a sickness really. it makes you less human. like why do people post a picture of a person as a form of affection? or why does everyone have to look so goddamn happy or interesting? or pretty? it feels so misleading. it takes us away from reality. a digital world where people live through their eyes and thumbs. leaving them with fabricated hearts and blinded minds. can we no longer see what’s really in front of us? we live for something fake, something that isn’t real. a shared delusion, how amusing. i guess what im saying is that the real world is where the magic is. we need to break free from this cage of illusion. these walls we’ve built with our fingertips. just remember what’s important, remember the things that are worth fighting for.

p.s. i do understand the value of it, i guess balance is the key. just don’t let it consume you.

moth

when i look deep into your eyes,

hypnotized, i’m staring into a light.

i squint my eyes, but im still stuck to you.

i’m burning up from the things that you do.

well i’m a moth,

in the dark im lost,

and it seems all i want here is you.

yea just a moth,

in the dark im lost,

and it seems all i want here is you.

tonight,

you and me,

the sunrise,

i envy.

no home,

come save me,

window,

escaping.

well i’m a moth

in the dark im lost,

and the only light i had was you

yea just a moth,

in the dark i’m lost,

and the only light i had was you.

just leave me,

it’s hopeless,

im burnt up,

and swollen.

someone,

once told me,

true love,

is stolen.

-b

there is something entirely unspeakable between us. there aren’t words to express it, it just exists. and i’m confident you understand.

i swear my pupils were made,

just to see you in this light,

and i’ve always wanted to leave this place,,

but i turn around every night

because you’re like nothing else.

i’m just used to everyone leaving,

i had so much love,

and now i don’t even have feelings,

but i just can’t ever give up,

because of you,

it’s always been you.

and when i see you,

everything else disappears

some things are,

better left untold,

im too old for feelings,

and feelings have gotten too old,

i dream of dreams,

and im dying to know,

what they mean,

or what they hold,

for he was a silver boy,

and all she craved was gold.

strength only comes from within.

it is without hesitation,

all from the inside,

with all of your heart

and soul.

discipline is freedom. remember that.

And in the end it's you against you, fighting for yourself.

i didn’t know id see you today

my heart sings songs

all it does is beat

in echos

heard in shadows

and it’s weighing on me

i thought you were the cure

but you’re poison to me

in peripheral vision

see you spying on me

and i just can’t

talk about it

and i just can’t

run away now

-b