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The start of a revolution begins with the pen of the minds who are silent.
It rumbles the inner most thoughts of those who thought the ground was steady. But rumble it too much, and it all beings to crumble.
What we want is simple. It’s moral and justified. We are the 99%.
We are lucky that we still have a fight left in us. We pray that it is not snuffed out by those who would steal our basic needs from us.
The rich get richer, and the poor get sicker.
And I am sick of it.
It makes me want to scream in your face. To force you to understand and see what you have hidden behind those dollars.
I only want you to see the facts. Not the facts they twist for you, but the cold- hard truth.
And if you are the 99%, why do you support them?
What have they done for you to help you put food on your table?
And to those who lay in the streets as we speak to change it all….
My wish is to join you someday.
And to those who call me a clueless High School Student who knows nothing about the world… Fuck You!
Just because I have a stronger sense of morality, doesn’t mean I don’t know about the world. I live here.
A new-born knows something about the world.
The difference between what a baby knows and what you or I know, is that a baby’s eyes aren’t clouded by greed or normalcy.
Why do kids stare at the homeless?
Why do they question the effects of a helpful lie?
Why do they see black and white, and never gray?
It is because of the morals we’ve created for them. They have yet to compromise them in order to succeed or get through a day without committing suicide over the injustices of the world.
You read my words, and still some shake your heads.
But what argument do you have against me?
Morals are not to be left out of politics. This is something we all know to be true. Yet it is a fact that many seem to ignore.
So where is your will to fight for what you believe in?
The Fire You Left Burning
Long have I missed the light, the warmth of a home.
The old man and the caring wife. And here am alone, coming back to what I believed to be far from a dream. And I ask, what am I walking into? What was it that I left behind? Is it even worth knocking on that door? And they told me, “Your coming home to a fire that’s burning down the walls built by hands that never saw kindling ash. Though the flames are gone, a little breath and it ignites. This is what you left behind, you left a burning match next to the tank. But there’s still the ash that holds what you knew to be, your world.”
The old man and the caring wife.
And here am alone, coming back to what I believed to be far from a dream.
And I ask, what am I walking into?
What was it that I left behind?
Is it even worth knocking on that door?
And they told me, “Your coming home to a fire that’s burning down the walls built by hands that never saw kindling ash.
Though the flames are gone, a little breath and it ignites.
This is what you left behind, you left a burning match next to the tank.
But there’s still the ash that holds what you knew to be, your world.”
To the Members
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New Author’s Blog!!!
So (as you can see) I have started new author’s blog. I would like to have some of our very talented writes from Tumblr join to make this an awesome place for people to read a whole variety of people’s work.
I started the blog with little narrative that I’m working on, and will most likely be a series. If that is not what you would like to do, that’s fine. We encourage everything!!! We also encourage you to “sign” and tag your work with your initials or tumblr name, to help the readers follow there favorite authors.
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Dystopia, Pt. 1
At the moment of our country’s rebellion, we were attacked. Bombs dotted the landscape like fallen stars, and no comfort could be found in the endless blue heavens that were once known to support childhood imagination.
Any minute the day could turn dark and unforgiving. No one could really see what we had accomplished, because of the lingering threat that hid silently in the shadows of the future, past, and present.
To see the world come to this is the epitome of sorrow. And yet you still have the will to live, you still fight back, because that is your instinct. Even a man hanging by the rope of his own suicide tries to kick the chair back under his feet.
It’s hard not to wonder about death, even with the world in proper orbit. You wonder what it feels like. Is there a life waiting for you there? If you relive again, do you feel like you’ve lived before? It’s even harder not to wonder about the world when you’re gone.
You selfishly think if those will cry for you. What will they say in your honor? How long will they cry? Will they cry at all?
These questions heighten as we go through troublesome times. So imagine everyone thinking this as they go through this world. The instinct to live is primal, but the though of death is selfish and unforgivable. You’ve entered a world where selfish acts are the basic need to live, and primal instincts have buried years of obtained morals.
The human race has returned to nothing more than an ape with intelligence and technology. Some argue we’ve never really moved from that in the first place. Other argue that because we fell, we’ve moved far from this. But sometimes, you can’t bar to feel.
At this point and time, all humans have witnessed an act or sight that makes them turn away. To begin to fell is the worst thing to do in this situation. You don’t have to understand my world to know this. Look into your own, and you see people suffering everywhere. When did this become the norm? When did it become necessary to ignore cries for help in order to protect yourself? It’s disgusting. And yet we follow it with everyday that goes by.
Thinking in this basic and archaic way, you’ve begun to understand acts of hate. You have found the seed to all evil with these words of blunt truths I have merely put words to. It is worse to deny that each of us has not given this seed a home. But a seed cannot grew into a tree without food.
Accepting these truths help us reach out once more. It is sad to know them, and heartbreaking to know that we have the same qualities as our enemies. But what we decide to do with these feelings is what shapes who we are. We build morals around us, to keep what we believe in within reach. That is where humankind has made it’s true achievement. And that is where our will to live comes from.