GUEST POST // “Me” VS “We” by Purple Creature

This world is whack… there is no looking back.
Hating and greed, need to be a thing of the past.
The Universe is endless, but earthlings are so;
Narrow-minded people…
Self-centered twits…
Instead of thinking Global we think of “me”.

This world is so whack, I bet were the laughing stock.
Other life, in other worlds throughout the milky way
Point to earth, and tell their children how not to be.

The day will come,
When the oceans dry up,
When the trees and grass wither away,
When the sky becomes polluted with gas and decay…
And life on this planet called earth, will no longer be.

We will just be another flicker in the sky, for another world to see
And they will wonder, if there was ever life up there…
Their once was it’s a sad state of affairs, what was once so filled with promise
Turned out to be wretched despair…

This world is whack, but I am here to declare
Its not to late to turn this ship around, and set a new sail!
For a new horizon,
For a new hope,
One filled with love and happiness.

It starts with one person, and then two or three
And before you know it, all we have are “we”.
So lets stand tall and together, hand in hand, lets knock down all the walls together.
And instead of a people of “Me” we will be known as a people of “We”.

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GUEST POST // Me by Purple Creature

Life is almost over now, pain, sorrow, and regret are hanging around more now, growing impatient, wanting to take over me… I am tired… I want to give in…

It’s almost over… I am like a leaf that has turned brown and withered, and is now has falling from a tree. There is only one path it can follow; it may get lucky for a few fleeting moments and get caught in a gust of wind, that will delay the inevitable, a cruel joke is all that turns out to be, for the end is near for that leaf… Its path will end when it hits the soil and gets slowly absorbed into mother earth to be no more… Hours drag on now, people come and go, but pay me no mind… I am a burden, I represent all that they hate. Memories are slowly fading, I feel cold… I pray this night will be my last… Life has become cruel, and useless to ‘ME’… but yet I go on… why? I am alone, tired and lonely. I am invisible… If only someone would have seen ‘ME’ for who I am, and not for who I should be. If only kids at school would have accepted ‘ME’ as I am, and not pick on how I look. If only my parents would talk to ‘ME’ and not at ‘ME’… Sixteen will never be for ‘ME’, good bye world… I should of never been in the first place… In the end there is only ‘ME’, and I choose no longer to be…


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