We Are Human//This Is Life.

Bingzhong.
Hi. I'm Ben.

Some of you may know me as unique, different, or not-human.
All the above is quoted falsely. I am human. As for I, everyone
is unique, in their every way. Do not quote the falsely adduced
fact. No human, as long as Mother Earth lives, will ever be alike.
The lie stated "there is a perfect someone for everyone", comes
from the unstated truthful mind of a quixotic persona.
There is no "perfect someone" for anyone, just "someone".
"Perfect" means to perfection, not to a 90% contingent.
Lying is just a way to make one experience the happy-high.
But thats human.

Love is not meant for anyone, just those who proceed the will to
urge & plea for the matter. A human can beg, but not recieve.
They are pitied, for they are given. A person who asks, will
not apprehend in turn. Instead, they are intertwined with a bond
by the other person. You better bet your ass they will ask for
something back.
But, thats human.

In soul itself, thats just human.
Not unique, different, or not-human.
Just life staring right in its eyes.

To prove the absurds facts given, I will simplify it.
Human is human. That will always be it.
We are not perfect, in anyway. But, perfection
be made with every created heart. For, we are
not alike, but we are living. And as long as we
live, we will, and always, be human. Saying
"unique", "different", or "not-human", is just
wasted air. We are created & birth-given like all,
unequally, but the same, equal. And for that, we are
shared together by complex ideas & thoughts,
and for this, bliss is spread.
Jubilance is the heart of happiness given through each
person. It doesn't die, as long each beating heart
continues to flow the body. And as for love, it
latches like a hook the heart. Love is just a long lost lover
to the heart. For when it catches up, they will
intertwine like vines, and forever, grow with each other.
But, this vine will need to be treated with the kindness
of the body. Let the body speak for itself, as this
lets the vine grow. As this trailing stem grows,
the life it gives will sprout onto the trail. In
time, the plant will bloom a bud. When the time comes,
the bud that will be the blossom, that will sprout the
unequally beating heart. And thus, another
enequality will be the new complex idea to the world.

Ben, your poem is very insipring
-puts hand on chest and sheds 1 tear-
Beautiful -clap-

Great poem ^^

[GM]Shadow wrote:

Ben, your poem is very insipring
-puts hand on chest and sheds 1 tear-
Beautiful -clap-

Great poem ^^

No homo.