Deep-Thinkers

Statistically, the odds are next to nil that we're the only intelligent life... Especially considering we as a race are so damn stupid. However, we are great survivalists. So why haven’t we as a human race seen more aliens? If you look at the reasoning behind why more people haven't seen aliens, the reason is obvious. Humans are terrifying monsters. They're probably the boogie monsters that alien parents warn their children about. Look at us. To escape predators, we can just outlast them. We actively breathe in and survive on a gas that is highly and explosive and can be toxic at higher concentrations. In fact, O3 is called Ozone and

Millions of faces Locked in their own absolutions Self-constructed worlds Seemingly so real Longing for connection For basis promised long ago Tortured by the comforts Of vulgar self-deception There is no escape From our false realities There is no truth Universal to us all And we'll continue the judging We'll continue our mindless paths While time flow mocks us all Its destruction Unavoidable We'll live in our own filth Its stench so incomprehensible We'll let ourselves be tricked By delusions Self-righteous What we feel It doesn't matter What we know Has already been falsified Unobtainable And so out of reach Is the world we live in I

I would have us teach the young and impressionable that love is infinitely complex and has no set definition or method of expression. I would have people categorize themselves not by their fashion, appearance, or setting, but by their choices and loyalties. I would have us teach our children not to fend for themselves, but to help their neighbors and future generations at the cost of their own comfort. I would teach people to think on their actions and to reconsider any that might harm many for the benefit of the few. I would have people do their best to help others avoid making mistakes while simultaneously attempting to relay the wisdom tha

Love is a dream that you never want to wake up from. Love is fuel that never runs out. Love is the only reason for living. Love is everything and love is nothing. Love cannot be created, nor can it be destroyed. Love is the meaning of life.. Love is God.

The human mind is capable of infinite creation, and infinite creativity. We can think up people and worlds and entire universes with little to no outside influence. We are able to invent and innovate; devise new ideas and new ways to do what is already done. Something about our brain chemistry and our biological make-up allows our worst fears, the horrible and the tragic, to easily unlock this ability. I, for instance, hate horror films. After I watch one, every corner holds a terror. Some corners hold the demons and monsters from the movie. Others seem to manifest in my head of their own accord. I believe it's because the vagueness of a d

You conform To the life of others In dull addiction To happiness for sale Your essence So easily thrown away Your soul So carelessly silenced Nice and safe With your eyes shut hard Your hands are stretched In search for a savior You conform You nod and you agree With rape of the mind With systematic slaughter You adjust To the approved thinking You smile so readily Programmed to align Surrendered You give yourself to masses Your identity Betrayed by its suicide

I tear myself to parts I scratch the meat until it falls Poisons hidden deep Infect beings of the mind I spread my chest wide open To let fresh air leak through In a web of twisted feelings I seek sufficient truth Injected with emotions Confusion is sharply clear Viruses probe relentlessly The last remains of sanity The override of brain Heat emanates from its skin Failing system cycles through The bits of self-destruction

His Little Princess had now departed She was lay face down in a tranquil pond The dead water of which was her worries That he tried so hard to rescue her from The lead weight of life and her memories Had dragged her down to new depths and held sway Bringing her to that body of water In which her callow body was now lay His Little Princess had now departed Her vapid throne vacant for evermore Father passed her the key of his wisdom Too afraid was she to open the door Had she hung on a little while longer She would have seen there was a better place That her childhood was just a stepping stone Towards a life that is far less debased His Lit