What is Our Existence Worth?

          Sometimes, as a human being, we all must take a couple steps back and allow ourselves to feel belittled. We must humble ourselves as beings of life. Take a third person view of yourself and ask, "What is this? What am I?"
          The fact of the matter is, we are just too small. Our existence is so little in a population of billions. Beyond that, even the entire human population is a spec compared to earth itself. All seven billion of us and counting occupy less than three percent of the land on earth. and dry land only makes up about twenty nine percent of the entire earth's crust. This means that the human race occupies less than one percent of the entire earth's surface.
          Now take a step further back and look at the solar system we live in. The sun that we revolve around is large enough to fit about 1,000,000 earths inside of it. That sun is also small in comparison to stars such as Betelgeuse which has a radius that is roughly 1,200 times the size of our sun's radius. That being said, think of how many of these stars are out there. Trillions upon trillions of stars make up one galaxy such as the Milky Way. At this point we are beyond comparative size. We would be invisible on a subatomic level.
          Yet we're still not finished... At the center of the Milky Way is a black hole that is Billions of times larger than any star in existence. The Galaxy is millions of times larger than that and it is still small compared to the rest of the universe. We are not even a blip on a blip on a blip anymore. We might as well not exist.
          So what the hell are we? We are thousands of years away from any technology that could prevent life's obliteration. We are destined to be destroyed by something we will never be able to prevent. Why does our existence matter in the grand scheme of things...? I cannot believe that we would survive the endless things that the universe will throw at us forever...

To Survive for the Sake of it

If I can’t say what I need,

Then why speak at all?

If I leave my thoughts behind,

Then my ideas will perish.

My mind is my sanctuary,

And nothing can penetrate,

So I must love and protect it,

So my resolve will not perish.

My resolve is my life,

It I must feed and encourage,

For if I don’t and I it starves,

My mind will surely perish.

My resolve preserves my mind,

Because I resolve to protect it,

And my mind protects my resolve

For if they don’t they must perish.

Intertwined in my head,

And locked in ballet,

They preserve themselves,

Because I would perish.

The Annoying Unsaid Rhyming Rule

I cannot help but ask,

Why a poem must rhyme,

Such tedious a job (task)

Is a waste of my energy (time)

                                                 

I find many a verse,

That failed; overthought,

To practice and train (rehearse)

I surely will try (not)

So consider this tool,

Don’t be the same,

When breaking the law (rule)

Try not to be standard (lame)

My advice, please be taking,

It’s not shallow or fake,

The rules are for crushing (breaking)

So just give me a rest (break)

A Lone Wolf

          Sometimes there are fights that not a single person in the world can help us with. Sometimes we must stand and face the music, and we must do it alone. The lone wolf is the one that is silent when night comes. The one that doesn't howl and bay at the moon.
          We all suffer, and we all hurt... But some of us deal with pain better than others. I tend to alienate when I hurt; destroy my social connections and remain silent. Others will scream at the top of their lungs until someone comes to help; until someone comes to rescue them from themselves, because thats truly what their problem is. Its not what they think is hurting than but rather their own stress induced painful, mourning cycle.
          But you see... When wolves leave the pack they learn to survive. They don't just die off. Granted, maybe some do. Maybe the week ones. But lone wolves learn to fight and fend for themselves. They become stronger than any individual member of a pack... but still not stronger than the pack of course. They don't care though. They don't want to be... They want to be left alone.
          But see, there is a rare occasion that happens every now and then. A meeting of these special beings that starts off as a hostile or disturbing, unwelcome engagement but then ends up resulting in the molding of a group of loners. Such a contradictory idea... yet it certainly happens. They couple up or they make a small group of bonded individualism that stands out amongst the popular crowd and the masses. They shine in their own way, and they would defend each other to the death.
          Life is most interesting for these beings. They love it. They thrive off of it and they are the true silent sufferers. But they are the true conquerers as well. You'll never tame one. You'll never catch one. You'll never kill one.
          So don't try. Don't bother. Don't disturb them. Don't disturb us...

I Finally Have Time to Write but There's Nothing to Write About!

          Either that or there's too much. I'm most likely going to follow in my friends' examples and start writing my poems for my English project, but that would be too easy. I need a topic to rant on or glorify. It's been way to long.