Historias de Discontent

There is a white chair in my room, where I find comfort sitting. Not only do I find solace in that chair but I get lots of ideas when I settle in for meditation. So these are a collection of articles-poems-quotes and random things that I write in my favorite chair.

A summary of my thoughts on the world government, the balance of power in society, and the pseudo-culture we've constructed.

Yep. It's Sunday. Have a poem. I am foremost not a poet, but it was an early love. And it is a form of expression that deserves as much love as it can get.

This Poem is for all those so called friends who aren't with their true friends as promised. This shows how hard it is to overcome the pain given by mean friends who are no more than a stranger.

An overworked, underappreciated salesman driving without care... A young boy starved for his brother's attention... A disaster on a snow covered hill... Read Euphoria and discover the darker side that we all have, but feel the need to hide. And the way this story goes, that's probably a good thing.

Pain, they say, it is you who permit.

We are all promised perfection as kids, but what does such a lie do to us when we grow older? We are told to forgive and forget, to live and let live, but what of those feelings of betrayal and anger that we all feel when we see them move on? To what end is our narcissism a factor in objective reality and subjective emotion? Song: from "Everywhere at the end of time" album. released September 22, 2016. The Caretaker.

A simple story I had to write for a group I'm in, it's silly and quite ridiculous, but I loved it enough to put it on here. Also my friends requested I publish it.

This culture of being grateful and loving is stopping us common giraffes to call it like it is, and it is like it sucks.

M I S E R Y

Bei ying was shocked and asked "who are you young master?'' The rain started to fall heavily. The both were gazing at each other. The young man moved his head to the side and said breaking the silence "someone you used to know'' his voice was bit thick and calm. Bei ying was surprised and startled from his sudden reply. "w-what? But I don't recognize you as your face is covered,may i see it?" while talking he tried to step towards the man as if to move the face mask away. But the man was faster that he moved sword blade closer to bei ying, his eyes looked so guarded and stern all of a sudden. As Bei ying felt he was unwilling to show his identity he decided to change the subject. A/N : so this is a historical fiction. all the names and places were made up by me. I'm so sorry about my grammar mistakes. I wrote this like a chinese ancient fiction. so yeahh i wrote it including cultivation and spiritual powers. i hope you guys will enjoy it.so here you go!! ♡(∩o∩)♡ And if you like this don't Forget to vote,comment and share!!♥

On a remote Island, the small village of Karm is hit with some terrible news.

"The things in life that make me happy, are more than likely too good to be true." [intentionally all lower case] [ 811 in poetry as of 12-18-14 ]

Wrote this at midnight, thought I would share.