A World of Stories

 Why must my creations be only good  when I, myself am not.  How can I expect them to be perfect  and smile through everything,  when pain is so intertwined with existence. How dare you throw stones and point at their mistakes  without even admitting to your own I did not intend for any of you to be perfect  so why must you preach purity to see pearly gates.   I did not ask you to be perfect and pure  I didn't even ask you to be good I just wanted you to be happy.       Check out more details about this poem here! 

  Ingredients: 1 pound of ignorance 1 pound of passion Red food dye ½ cup of misunderstanding 10 teaspoons of tears 3 cups of sore throat Yelling Silent screams Sprinkles of pain 1 million cups of hurt Start with a pound of ignorance And a pound of passion Mix them together till you can’t tell them apart Add food dye to the mixture And stir till the red covers every last piece Add a half cup of misunderstanding And ten teaspoons of tears Make sure to stir it in with the rest Then chop up enough of a sore throat to fill 3 cups Pour in yelling till your satisfied And some silent screams to help ease any bitterness Sprinkle in some pain And one million cups of hurt Then cook in the oven at the highest temperature allowed And watch as your anger begins to bubble over