[vintage-doug]

I love my mommy

[vintage-doug]

I just got called an American whore by ai.

How am I supposed to feel about this?

[vintage-doug]

Do people actually eat 3 time a day?????? Is this like me being poor or hating my body???? Or am I being gaslit??

[vintage-doug]

I remembered that the entirety of my government is built around the fact that men think if the Roman empire so damn often.(I'm American)

[vintage-doug]

I wish the crust of the earth was gone, yes i I understand all of our existence as we know it would be gone but, man I need a break

[vintage-doug]

The sky mocks.

Mockery from something that isn't real.

The unreal become real when people believe it is.

It still mocks, so, so, so far.

It knows we cannot touch it.

It knows we go through it.

But touching .

We may graze it, but if we break it the stars will fall.

The stars show us where we are, what we are.

But when they leave we know nothing.

That's why the sky mocks.

For it knows we cannot break it because without the stars no one will know anything.

Not even the sky, for the sky knows not we it is with out the stars.

Why we try our hardest to break the sky, is unknown to the knowing.

The sky may mock, but mockery for fear.

It thinks mocking those who try and break her, will cause their departing attempts.

But her mockery simply fuels their attempts.

What she thinks is their departing grasps at her, are the very beginning of their tries.

Only the knowing are aware of the falling stars.

But the aware aren't given a head start.

All that they know is that the stars will fall.

Why the people make them fall is still a mystery.

All they know is the that the stars will fall.

They know not when, why, only that they will.

This poem was made by me, and is titled,

Mockery

[vintage-doug]

The forest beckons me.

Soon the tree's will awaken and approach you by walking with their roots.

They shall commit the same wrong doings to the people as the people have to them.

With the axes that brought down their brethren.

And produce jewelry and goods with our resource instead of their's.

Humanity is doomed by the very thing they think so carelessly of.

Our fall shall be the loss of our own, and the victory of millions.

The war will last not very long at the wits of wisdom.

The battle may last but the war shan't

The celebration shall last year's til a new people will make the same mistake as we.

The endless cycle.

Of breathing, torturing, falling, celebration and breathing again.

And the stories told will never compare to the reality.

For reality shall be painful beauty, but stories simply mourn.

True words to hopefully not be forgotten.

True words not to be forgotten but instead melded into another tall tale.

The tale of trees.

A truly inspiring story.

One to teach.

And all shall know,

The tall tale of trees.

Written by an unknown god,

The unknown god, happily, unknown for it prefers to write than to worry.

For the unknown shouldn't be looked upon,

But instead look upon their works of pain, beauty and chaos

But they see no difference

This poem was made by me and my ex girlfriend and is titled,

The Cycle of Trees

Yall I hate to say it but me and my now ex gf broke up so...