Is this trivial?

If you ever just get home and tire of having to be unable to complete the goals you set out for yourself. The ones that seemed so easy to achieve but you just didn’t.

Whether you’re depressed, have too much on your mind stressing you out, have learning difficulties, take a little longer to get used to things and adapt or you’re just plain lazy this post you will probably relate to.

 

It is daunting to find out the answers you do not want to hear.

I have decided upon myself that I need to send two e-mails to decide my plan. Whether my plan is doable. If not I have to adapt. I would have to find a way to either retake or not follow that path. I need my results to be wrong because they are so far from expectations that it seems like I was living in a daydream… I have to send two e-mails to have them tell me what I already know I probably do not have what it takes, when I thought I did for so long. It crushes me.

I do not know what I am going to do. I have so much angst. It’s ridiculous but I do not know how to channel my feelings. I’m going to ask for some career advice but I am just disappointed in myself…

I am going to write it all down to calm me down that might help.

I hate e-mails.

Sorry if this is so trivial.

Thanks for reading.

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Trigger warning, 2

If you want to see the truth that people CAN overcome mental health difficulties, this poem is for you.

https://citywithoutpeoplewithoutpeoplenomore.wordpress.com/2017/10/24/youve-started-to-see/

This poem could be triggering at first but it ends happily

Abused and unused you suffer from wanted pain,
Something that gave you meaning, rounded insane,
I do not know that feeling, I see only you,
the girl betrayed, whose expectations you knew.

You cry late at night and you have hard dreams,
You cuddle up to me and ponder the seams,
Of your reality in which, is now much different,
Two strings of strange weird fabric thrown together,
One full in darkness, one the light for us both forever.

Depression, self-harm you’ve known it all,
The girl who knew defiantly, you could never stand tall,

You may be the one scarred but you were wrong,
The little lion out of Kansas who had the courage all along,

Never let it be unsaid you did me proud,
The little daily victories of stroked doggos and your special love of those most loud,

You are a picture, forever being drawn,
Your drafts being erased, your black lines of scorn,

You are beautiful, now and for always,
From being the beam of light whom everyone needs,
The wanting escape of the hero, to where happiness sways,
To the nurturing gift, who dreams of the seas,

You’re already amazing but soon supersonic,
YES, YOU, the perfect woman, craving gin and ‘little’ tonic,
It is already happening, you’ve started to see,
The life-changing effect being happy can be,
You look at yourself and see you for your gifts,
The lovely little tummy, and the face that just lifts.

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Sometimes I just get so tired about the artificial we consume our minds daily in thinking about.

It’s morning, have to check WordPress, check facebook, listen to youtube, start-up word do some work. It’s incredibly easy to avoid the hard decisions, focus your attention on the real… when everything you could need is right in front of you.

Why make friends when they’re 130 miles away on Facebook?

If you’re tired of the superficial simulacra of society, maybe you’d be better off reading ‘Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?’ by Phillip K. Dick. But in between those reads, this poem might be for you.

Enjoy,

https://citywithoutpeoplewithoutpeoplenomore.wordpress.com/2017/10/30/fluff-postaday/

Fluff the bluff, never enough,
learn the turn, the real stuff.

Wait to see, life to bloom,
waiting long, till your doom,

Life’s fluff, the superficial,
slows the great, the special.

Deter change, and you leave,
the great trick, from a sleeve.

bending, tending, to ought care,
sending, fending, all that’s fair.

Losing, boozing, go apathetic,
choose and snooze to life, pathetic.

Seeing evil, don’t let be,
endow slaves, let them free.

Don’t bluff, our good morals,
leave fluff, squander quarrels.

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It is daunting to find out the answers you do not want to hear.

Is it trivial?

Citywithoutpeople

I have decided upon myself that I need to send two e-mails to decide my plan. Whether my plan is doable. If not I have to adapt. I would have to find a way to either retake or not follow that path. I need my results to be wrong because they are so far from expectations that it seems like I was living in a daydream… I have to send two e-mails to have them tell me what I already know I probably do not have what it takes, when I thought I did for so long. It crushes me.

I do not know what I am going to do. I have so much angst. It’s ridiculous but I do not know how to channel my feelings. I’m going to ask for some career advice but I am just disappointed in myself…

I am going to write it all down to…

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Love thy nieghbour

To love thy neighbour is not nor should it be hypocritical, our nieghbour is not who agrees with us. It is often those who we don’t. But if we do not accept our nieghbours, we create these chasms in society which don’t communicate. We do not share or learn because we are trying to be the loudest and drown out the opposition that 5 times out of 10 probably have as much point as you. We have so much potential. If you agree this poem is probably for you.

https://citywithoutpeoplewithoutpeoplenomore.wordpress.com/2017/10/25/when-i-look-to-my-neighbour-poem-postaday/

A poem in a new style I am trying based on Longfellow’s ‘The Builders’ for the postaday challenge. Please let me know what you guys think.

Dangers in the ground stem,
from which has come to grown,
peril in the form of politics
where correctness remains unknown.

When I look to my neighbour,
it is that I come to find,
the differences most stressed between us
leaving little to see of bind.

Now when I see before me,
people raise their hate in pride,
telling all of our true values
the suffocating rising tide.

But when those live who help,
it is only that I see,
the power of simple generosity
the love from me to thee.

Combine our power for the future,
that is when we should know,
what comes to be, commonality,
amongst all will thrive our go.

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When a child plays freely.

Really recommend this poem below!!! If you’re tired of the bullshit double standards people have about equality, this poem could be for you.

https://citywithoutpeoplewithoutpeoplenomore.wordpress.com/2015/07/10/britain-for-the-british/

Anti-prejudice poem

Britain for the British o Britain be proud,
Whisper your thoughts and whisper them loud,
For the opinions that you speak freely,
were fought by those you hate dearly,
what are you doing, come on fucking really?

All races moved to the Uk from a lack of labour,
we welcomed and trained, accepted our saviour,
send them back fast, kick back and saver,
now we live in a world where they are over worked to their killing,
but who the hell cares, when they live on our shilling,
you are a coward if in the great fight you are unwilling.

Why do you hate others for the colour of their skin,
what do you believe makes them vermin, or people of sin?
When a child plays freely with another white or black,
I guess to you, it’s all part of their violent attack,
Fear for all, especially those worthless and their kin.

Britain for the British, o Britains beware,
the enemy is not in mask or in government chair,
it is those who own corporations, and manipulate our views,
for profits of oil, with less immigration they choose,
they lie effortlessly spreading a propaganda,
making the fight for life, fought by your anger,
It will not benefit you, for you to take a life,
rob a man, leave a widower, by slaying his wife,
we all want to live but why at another’s expense,
you are wrong to believe, it’s being spent on your pence,

Britain for the British, o British beware,
if you are not white, never cross one that cares,
the amount of hate generated will go uncompared,
it is a sad betrayal, when you are left to the fray,
forgive them, it is not their fault, they believe you are stray,
they are trying to get by, in their world another day,

We all face stigma, if we are any way different,
we should strive together, spread love, be persistent,
because we are being weakened by ‘their’ distinction,
I hope you would not normally wish the death of a little infant,

they wish for you to accept the role,
protect our borders, hate the immigrants on dole,
do you not see how this makes us more controlled,
can you not feel the enemy who wishes to claim you soul?

why do you take these people for their word,
why are you letting this world become more absurd,
you are a voice, the puppet, of a speaker unheard,
your opinions are just lies, worth more as turd,

why would immigrants even be more taking,
when there is more racial violence in today’s waking,
look around you, read outside your paper,
educate yourself, to look behind the faker,

bankers white, and British made,
have done more harm, for which Britain has paid,
than any simple man, woman and family,
who wish to be part of a new society,
it is the selfish part of us which does not want to share our wealth,
that is what exploit you with, profit with, and part it selfishly with good stealth.

Meanwhile, they privatise their health,
make a good spending off them,
keep sly and tell no one else,

the give for what they take, is a no fair bargain,
our war mongers, are just spreading hateful jargon,
for businessmen, racists, newspapers are just lying,
whilst they’re adapting for their Great British Frying,
warning, beware you do not try our great lie in,

Gay, blacks, transgenders, Autistics, British beware,
the hate you receive, cannot be countered with which you bear,
depressives, battered wives, deadmen, beware,
you are not alone, in your feelings of despair,
band together, we could have our say,
rather than feed lies, of hunter and prey,
all we create is the sickening display,
of what it is to lose goodness, for social decay.

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