Human

We are human. We as a society cannot harm another human for simply being different. Everyone is different, no one is the same. The only sameness among us is that we are flesh and blood humans. Never hurt anyone for being different.

Human

 

We are no different from each other

Than the atoms of life

That form plants and animals.

Individually unique but stronger together,

We are one and we are human.

Blood runs through our veins

And bones lie beneath our skin

And our skins come in different shades;

But we all share one commonality,

We are all human.

A soul resides among us all.

The soul makes us who we are.

The soul makes us human,

Provides us with our humanity,

Gives us dreams and passion.

Straight or gay or in between,

Black or white or in between,

Atheist or Christian or other,

Male or female or trans or anyone else,

We are unique and we are human.

Our community harbors many communities,

Allowing for many diverse regions

And diverse, wonderful people

Full of unique ideas and dreams

That can change the entire world.

But our society has allowed for

Hate to permeate the air and for cracks

To destroy our dignity and humanity,

And for our thoughts to be warped

By the bigotry around the corner;

Our minds have been changed

To hate onto other humans,

Humans who are unique like you

And I; cold hate destroys the

Little peace we have created.

No matter the faith you follow,

Or the race you belong to,

Or orientation, ethnicity, gender,

Profession or age, we are one

And we are all human.

This hate destroys our hearts

And destroys us as an entity.

It harms us all internally,

Ripping apart our heart strings,

Killing us slowly.

My heart is not metal nor hollow;

I move and breathe and dance

And sing and laugh and love;

We all do this to show that we

Are living and breathing humans.

We do this to distinguish ourselves

For we do the same things differently;

We do it in our own unique way

To say who we are to our society.

We are all humans with unique souls,

For I am different from you,

And you are different from the

Person who is next to you,

And we are all different from someone

Who lives in a different country.

Being unique makes us human,

Being human makes us into one solid entity

Composed of unique, individual molecules.

We are composed of unique atoms

Combining into marvelous forms;

We are no different from each other

Than the atoms of life

That form plants and animals,

In that, in the basic sense,

We are all human.

No matter how different we are,

We are always human;

We as humans form humanity,

Individually unique but still human.

We may be made of the same particles,

But we are the same, deep down inside,

And each person is someone worth respecting.

What runs through our veins

Is not golden ichor

Nor brown mud,

But red blood,

For we are all human.

No matter the differences,

We must respect and care

For one another for we all

Are the essence of humanity.

Maybe one day we will open our eyes,

Maybe one day we will see

That we are all human.

 

 

 

 

 

Wandering Earth

We only have one world, one world that we inhabit. We must protect the world to the best of our abilities, preserve the world for future generations.

Wandering Earth

 

Day by day, month by month, year by year. Eons have passed since my beginnings and time has become mute. I have lost track of my age, lost track of how long I have existed. Time used to be the thing that nourished me, used to be a dear friend. Now, time is a nuisance that never ends.

Throughout my existence, explosions evoke change to my body. Time pushed everything around, wreaking havoc onto me. I was helpless to stop the changes, for all I have been regarded as is a host.

I harbored the entities that evolved and created humanity. I have witnessed every crime humanity has caused. The few good people who helped protect others or tried to preserve me were killed too young. The sanctity of my body has been ravaged by humanity.

Blood has been spilt and stained my soil red. What used to be green, fertile land has become a desolated desert. Beautiful blue bodies of water have become diluted and polluted brown. My soil can no longer support the food that gives life to humans, the rivers can no longer nourish life.

As time progresses, I weep at the sights humanity has wrought. My body feels so ill, I believe I might die. Death seems to be the only certainty for those that inhabit me, but death cannot affect me. It cannot affect me until all of myself has become a wasteland.

Humanity rips apart my body in their own ways. The fumes of my ancient inhabitants pollute my air, weakening my ability to breath. The unnatural man-made chemicals that enter my bodies of water make me sick. Great metal beasts tear apart the fertile land that hosts beautiful animals, beautiful flowers. I shriek from the pain and cry and shiver so strong, I cannot bring myself to bear everything. I try to kill myself.

Ripping apart my body, sending earthquakes all around. Producing hurricanes and tornadoes so powerful that it destroys not only humans, but myself as well. Fires so powerful, no amount of water can quench it. Snow so powerful, it can end life as it moves. Not only do I manage to kill some of the parasites, I also harm myself in such a way, I know that I am one step closer to killing myself.

Try as I might to end my life, everything I do does not do enough to end my life. Time becomes a nuisance. Humanity has become a nuisance. I am the host that succumbs to the nuisances. The parasites have taken control of my body, slowly destroying me as time progresses. The excruciating pain sends my entire body into tears, knowing that I am unable to shake off the parasitic demons.

While time goes on, I suffer. There is nothing that I, Terra Firma, can do. Is there no way to escape this horror? Eventually I shall, however, eons more must pass. I can only wait until my time comes to an end.

How the World is Today

Often times we meet those who are hollow and empty, who follow the norm instead of following the forgotten trail. Instead of opening their eyes to the world and seeing the wonders that are held, majority of society has decided to keep their eyes sewn shut.

 

Purgatorial Society

 

It is simple to see with blind eyes,

Eyes that belong to a hollow and empty heart;

It is easy to go where darkness glows,

But the true light is invisible from the blind

Souls that wander in reality, this purgatorial society.

 

The Problem of Colors

Once again, more riots have begun and people attempt to disguise them as protests. People do not listen to the facts. Assumptions are made and balances are disrupted. Fights break out and more lives are lost. Loss is an upsetting fact of life, but a necessary one. Once colors are mentioned, people immediately decide without any knowledge. However, this is not a matter of colors, it is a matter of humanity and judgement, of human to human violence. The soul of humanity keeps being destroyed as hate continues to fester. The longer that this continues the more eroded that the definition of humanity fades away.

 

The Problem of Colors

 

Once a balance of colors is lost,

Harm comes to fall on most

Of society, victims of being

Between the violence, seeing

The horrors that color brings,

Making the Reaper gleefully sing

As he collects and sends souls

Down into hell’s holes.

As hatred festers and brews

It seems to be simply amused

By the colors that damage all of humanity,

A society of damnation as all are at fault,

No one group can be blamed in entirety,

For the color spectrum is all to blame.

 

As They Say

People always mention this phrase¬†to people: If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all. That is what I have dealt with throughout my time in school and people I meet in public. Multiple encounters with a person will even more so effect you and what you think and your reactions.

Along with those instances, you often times have to watch your mouth. That is ever so true when having to deal with people you don’t like. Words, be it written or verbal, will hurt someone. There are so many times that I have wanted to lash out to someone to just stop, grow up and mature or to stop being so rude and egotistical. Somehow, those people who aggravate everyone will suddenly play the victim, and they do it effectively too, since pathological liars and narcissists seem to have a knack for it, as if they went to some sort of school for it and got their degree in that specific field.

But as they say: If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything. So I keep my mouth shut and walk on. Eventually people like that will learn their lesson, and when they do, they will wish to just hide away. Once someone can see through their little veneer, people will call them out for being fake. Karma has a way of coming and working the magic.