Jason Mraz - I won’t give up
My Bias Opinions: “Atheists don’t have morals.”
I was having a conversation with an acquaintance of mine and we were discussing random events and somehow we segued to atheism. She said “Atheists don’t have morals because they lack a belief with moral foundation.”. I thought she was being sarcastic, I didn’t think anyone could be so closed minded. She looked at me with concern as I laughed and said “Seriously, how could anyone have morals without moral fibers?” I looked at her and asked ‘So, you would be unable to define right and wrong without a 2000 year old book telling you?” she is christian if that is not evident yet. She looked at me with a puzzled look for a moment then said “atheist is just wrong.” I laughed again and said ‘it’s wrong in your opinion so “WE” lack morals?’ She noticed that I emphasized the ‘we’ and suddenly was late for an event. She hasn’t tried to contact me since which I am thankful for.
I, really, never realized that an individual could be so ignorant toward a set of beliefs, so, for the record I feel I should state this… As an atheist and as a human, humans have the ability to form morals without having them set in ink or verbalized to us by another. We also have the ability to formulate these morals without fear of divine punishment or the iron fist of the law. Now, maybe, some individuals like my former acquaintance can not fathom making personal decisions without a religious foundation, does not mean it’s impossible.
My Bias Opinions: Profanity.
Profanity in America is so horribly frowned upon. I’ve often wondered why individuals are hurt by the use of words. They are just that words.. simple words and most of the time they’re just used do to ignorance or lack of vocabulary. It’s easier for people to say ‘dumb fuck’ rather than something I find more compelling such as ‘ignorant dolt’.
The fear of profanity stems from our roots, which of course is Puritan. I find it astonishing that we allow ourselves as a country to still be influenced by such a radical foundation. Puritans are the same individuals that held witch hunts to suppress women of any intelligance. Sorry, but I will not allow these people whether they are our “grass roots” or not to dictate my vocabulary. Also, if people were greeted with “hey dick head, how are you today?” the words will lose meaning and become as mundane as “hey” and I was never once hurt by someone greeting me with “hey”. Removed the taboo and gain something mundane.
I’d like to end with… Have a nice day, cunt faces. If you’re offended, you didn’t read the two above paragraphs.
My Bias Opinions: I Fail But Writing is Fun.
I enjoy writing half assed opinions and horrible poems among other things. I’m not very good at writing in general but I have fun doing it and it’s a wonderful stress relief and it’s exciting at times. Also, I like to add, I enjoy talking to myself and writing what I am thinking is a less crazy way to go about it. Anyway, to the point, I’m not good at it but I like doing it. You don’t have to be the best at something to just sit back and enjoy yourself. As long as you are having fun!
My Bias Opinions: Indecisive Babble.
Not really a poem, but I’m sure there’s many people who have felt this way before. Word of advise after dealing with many indecisive people. If someone is so indecisive they don’t know what they want after a reasonable span of time… Just let them go. It’ll be hard but it’ll force them to decide or leave them to their inability to decide, either out come will give you your answer.
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I don’t normally fold under pressure,
But I’m here on my knees trying to keep myself from collapsing to the floor,
struggling to regain my what I’m slowly losing….
the weight of the world is nothing compared to watching you slowly drift away…
I’ve done all that I know how to do… I’ve given all that I can give…
here on my knees waiting for you to pick me up or knock me down…
caught in this limbo of life and death…
this stage of purgatory waiting for the torture to come to a close,
although the pain has become numb… the tears have dried out…
emotions have abandoned me for even they fear what’s to come…
you won’t come for me, but you won’t look away…
I need you to pick me up and hold me close… or turn around and walk away…. I need you to hold my hand… or go away…
I love you and I always will, but sitting at the edge of what I know is coming breaks my heart day by day…
My Universe by LJN.
I’ll never stop crying till my heart stops beating,
Which would be a sweet relief from all of this bleeding,
I love you and I can never be happy without you,
You are the center of my world, my star and light,
Why did you leave me in the dark?
Alls I did was love you,
Loved so much, I knew nothing but you,
All of the planets were perfectly aligned,
You were my sun and my reason for breathing,
My world only spun for you,
Now time has stopped ticking,
And the galaxies fall from there orbits,
Planets collide,stars burn out,
Nothing is right, everything falls with a bang,
I need you by my side,
so the centrifugal force in my universe
Can pull it back into motion,
I know you had your reasons,
But I can’t do this alone,
A planet without it’s sun, is bound for sinking,
Why did you leave me like this?
Alls I did was love you,
Loved so much, I knew nothing but you,
Our gravity held us together, in perfect motion,
You were my orbital path and my reason for living,
Now in the blink of an eye it ends in a bang,
So deafening it can’t be heard,
So painful it can’t be felt,
My universe has ended,
All that remains is the darkness weeping,
Alone and cold it goes on breathing…
(after re-reading this I realize it’s horrible but here it is nonetheless.)
His Heroine by LJN
From within the shadow of the hollow forest,
The larker of it’s grim darkness,
Could only be seen from breaks in the canopy Whence the beacons from above,
Lit the floor in small pools of dark light,
Even thusly only the creature’s silhouette could be vaguely seen.
One day it heard a faint voice in the still air of the forest,
The voice beckoned “come forth, come forth, come forth.”
The creature wreathed in dark,
Listened trying desperately to locate the distant whisper that echoed in his mind,
The voice continued “The veiled bower of your feelings lead you here.”
The creature paused for a moment and pondered deeply of a time long past,
It momentarily remembering the warmth of sun,
The cry drew out with the sound of many,”come forth, I am still here for you.”
Voices echoed as if it would never stop,
The creature ran and ran for miles on end
‘til a’last it reached the end of the Cimmerian shade,
The Creature reached out into the light of day
It’s eyes blurred from the brightness hung ‘round,
He looked over realizing he was lying,
With his hand clutched firmly in the embrace of the person he loves,
The individual whom is the champion of his darkness, his heroine.
Pillow Talk.
We lie there as if time has Stopped,
sharing a pillow staring into each other’s eyes.
then it begins, the pillow talk,
caressing the side of your waist,
you’re licking your lips,
brushing your leg up and down mine,
our hearts start beating in rhythm,
the room grows warmer, or is it just you?
We lie there whispering, giggling,
both our minds seemingly set with the same goal,
the pillow talk continues,
smiling softly at you as I kiss you neck,
You slide your hand under my shirt,
lightly pressing your warm hand against my stomach,
our minds both tingling with the same passion,
quietly trembling a murmured song,
the Friction of our legs ignite the dance of love,
We lie there now in different positions,
cradled in love’s dance we accept our love for each other,
the pillow talk halted, replaced with the sighs and moans of passion,
moving myself in motion to your thrusts and grinds,
sweat running down your body like twinkling glimmers,
each of your facial expressions more prefect than the last,
out bodies now one, both lit with the same flame,
lighting our hearts with unbreakable love,
this fire set by love, fueled by passion will never die.
By L.J.N.
