phone poem

[feminism]
perhaps the universe is a girl
because in this world of man 
I still see a feminine touch.
I see beauty in the world 
and wonder in the skies of sun and moon.
since the beginning of time and space,
since the beginning of the world 
women have been the backbone.
so who are the close minded people to say we're the downfall.
while you were off fighting pointless wars 
she applied her lipstick and took care of the kids, economy, and the world itself.
she didn't need the physical strength 
she didn't need the height 
what she needed was less oppression.
you came back from the war expecting a sandwich and a pleasing wife
noticing she was wearing "too much makeup"
and when she went natural you shouted she was disgusting.
you can never be happy with her. 
she's either too much or too little.
youre baffled because she's emotional. 
that's why she can't run the government 
or make decisions on her own.
you're afraid to give her the right to her own body 
because she'll never think rationally 
yet you hover your finger above the nuclear codes to release an explosion at the very disagreement of ideals. 
but you're right, 
I'll go back to the kitchen now.

des kondor

these unedited events

things will never be the same.

we pretend and act a part to fit into a "used to be."

but once you endure a major event; good or evil, 

things can't just go back to the past.

we are never just the same

collectively we experience and those mold us .

they shape our  character and beliefs.

we will never be the same person you knew.

for better or for worse.

my happy is being threatened

"I promise Des; but if the fighting continues I'm ending us."

I'm sorry for never being good enough.  I constantly hurt you and build up walls.  I get scared around you, you can do the most damage to my broken heart.  So I try to protect myself.  I try to prevent your words and actions from hurting me by making myself stone cold.  And you deserve better, you deserve to feel loved and safe constantly.  The tears falling from your beautiful eyes shouldn't be from my harsh actions.  You are the universe; you have so much beauty and talent, I'm sorry you ended up with me by your side.

You are the source of my smile; but I'm the source of your tears.  I'm sorry

entry

"I fall for you; blindly and carelessly.  I convinced myself you would never hurt me on purpose, that i could pull you from the dark and love your soul enough for the light to shine through again.  I was wrong.  I think with my heart and not my brain; I am led to stupid conclusions that wind to me getting hurt."

another cliche about life

Life is an adventurous journey.

The risks and obstacles in this world meant to be taken, and trusting in those decisions.  It's laughter rising out of your throat, escaping in a roar of joy and happiness.  The tears you shed, to release all the pent up emotions in your hearts.  As they fall, you begin to feel weightless once again.  Moments that captivate us, revealing light and evil and the neutrality of it all.  Life comes into play all over, in many forms

smaller

Troubling thoughts and actions can destroy our minds; however, with a little coffee and sunlight the tribulations will seem smaller and the world will keep standing.

Thoughts. (unedited)

Instead of being asleep I write down the thoughts in my head.

The destructive notions leaving me wide awake and alone with cheap burning candles.

Tears fall along with my heart and you'd think I was traveling through an unbearable break up.

In reality it is just my mind's depart. 

This death; my death, just so happens to be through pen and paper.

This written word should not be lifted up; however, it shall be brought down into its purest form.