He walks out of the science building, and I know it’s him right away. Hands in his pockets, head bent down. I try not to look, I try to walk past him, but he waves at me, and my sad smile stops me in my tracks. I keep making enemies left and right, it seems because I can’t keep my heart from screwing things up.
enemies are everywhere no one wants to see them to admit that they exist there are far fewer good people than bad crazy jealous intimidating selfish narcissistic assholes
are just cases of friendship gone sour.. They tend to know a lot about you like your friends and hate you at the same time.. And to me Hate is just love gone bad… So enemies are our secret friends who spice up our life by presenting challenges and obstacles in all we do, and yet are a necessary part of life. So just like we thank god for good friends, pray also for honorable enemies, for they teach you much more than friends do.. And also it means that you had the guts to stand for something worthwhile in life… period.
As much as I’d like to say I don’t have any enemies, I have several. And honestly, it’s my fault. It’s because of my flaws, and all I’ve got to do is accept it.
Enemies
What does that even mean, really?
Every enemy I have now used to be the closest to my heart
I could tell you about Evelin
Evilin, is how I think of her now
She was there for me until I needed her most
Then slithered under a rock and never resurfaced
Enemies… what to write about enemies? We all have them, we all dislike them, but should we? I’ve heard people say the things you don’t like in other people are reflections of what you dislike about yourself. If this is true, should we get closer to our enemies or further from ourselves?
Isabel Pinaud
why don’t we make peace
why don’t we go along instead of against each other
why do we hack and slay away at our lives
when we could improve them by cooperating
why is my genome more precious than yours
why would you and i merge to make something better.
Enemies. More often than not are friends one does not like. People who you smile at in person and scowl at in private. You spread gossip about them. You tear them apart. You hate your enemies, but your enemies do not know how much or if you even hate them at all.
Sometimes I lay in bed at night, staring up at my ceiling and wondering about the people that cause harm. To myself, to my loved ones, or to the population in general. I know we all have our mistakes, our regrets, our losses. Are we all enemies of one another, then? Enemies of ourselves, even?
The start as friends but then they leave you. You can’t trust them, though you want to. They want you to trust them, so they can mess up your mind. They trick you. No matter what they will never be there for you. They
He walks out of the science building, and I know it’s him right away. Hands in his pockets, head bent down. I try not to look, I try to walk past him, but he waves at me, and my sad smile stops me in my tracks. I keep making enemies left and right, it seems because I can’t keep my heart from screwing things up.
enemies are everywhere no one wants to see them to admit that they exist there are far fewer good people than bad crazy jealous intimidating selfish narcissistic assholes
sometimes there is no moral dilemma.
sometimes the choice seems more like
pitting a banquet against
a single loaf of bread.
sometimes we make friends
out of shadows
and cry when they’re chased away.
maybe i never asked for a candle
in my room.
maybe i romanced the abyss
before it ever even saw me.
maybe i’ve always been blinded
by the light
and i pined for a reprieve.
are just cases of friendship gone sour.. They tend to know a lot about you like your friends and hate you at the same time.. And to me Hate is just love gone bad… So enemies are our secret friends who spice up our life by presenting challenges and obstacles in all we do, and yet are a necessary part of life. So just like we thank god for good friends, pray also for honorable enemies, for they teach you much more than friends do.. And also it means that you had the guts to stand for something worthwhile in life… period.
As much as I’d like to say I don’t have any enemies, I have several. And honestly, it’s my fault. It’s because of my flaws, and all I’ve got to do is accept it.
Enemies
What does that even mean, really?
Every enemy I have now used to be the closest to my heart
I could tell you about Evelin
Evilin, is how I think of her now
She was there for me until I needed her most
Then slithered under a rock and never resurfaced
Enemies… what to write about enemies? We all have them, we all dislike them, but should we? I’ve heard people say the things you don’t like in other people are reflections of what you dislike about yourself. If this is true, should we get closer to our enemies or further from ourselves?
why don’t we make peace
why don’t we go along instead of against each other
why do we hack and slay away at our lives
when we could improve them by cooperating
why is my genome more precious than yours
why would you and i merge to make something better.
foes
My personal enemies lay deep within me. The fear of having a bad day. Stepping on the wrong foot. Not succeeding in my efforts.
Enemies. More often than not are friends one does not like. People who you smile at in person and scowl at in private. You spread gossip about them. You tear them apart. You hate your enemies, but your enemies do not know how much or if you even hate them at all.
Sometimes I lay in bed at night, staring up at my ceiling and wondering about the people that cause harm. To myself, to my loved ones, or to the population in general. I know we all have our mistakes, our regrets, our losses. Are we all enemies of one another, then? Enemies of ourselves, even?
The start as friends but then they leave you. You can’t trust them, though you want to. They want you to trust them, so they can mess up your mind. They trick you. No matter what they will never be there for you. They