May Feature!

Each month our admins picks their favorites from the gallery, and we put them in the featured folder for a month.
And here they are, the May selection!



Individuality.Individuality.
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Cola bottle.
They squeeze themselves into already overcrowded groups.
But you can only have so many cards in one particular suit.
To every leader there will always be surplus of recruits.
This process progresses day by day.
To the point where he and she have become they
“Mummy, when I grow up I want to be just like them”
Is what they all will s :thumb366429156: :thumb366994428: :thumb364231763: :thumb366094473: DepressionI feel it
clawing at my skin
digging at my veins
it's everywhere
underneath the fabric of my nails
my skin crawling as its canvas
the teeth gnawing at my legs
I am a sinking ship (by my own destruction)
cast away the life boats
but will always
be stuck out at sea
so lonely but has many friends
so unhappy all I am are scars
numb to affection
except to the feelings that kill me
I am breaking
I'm so sorry Mom Dad Ian myself :thumb365837855: Humans to Bugs - God to HumansMother swats flies with a flip flop, so confident they'd all die,
Smiling while saying, “Sorry little fellas but you were annoying!”
No more circling around the summer day they’d been enjoying.
Whacks and thwacks later, a reflection back to herself is nigh:
Saddled down by guilt she asks me, “Is that considered murder?”
I imagined what it would feel like being hit by a swinging girder,
Then softly laughed following a humph, my shoulder shrugs,
I humbly replied, “God is to humans as humans are to bugs.”





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