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my heart
grows more
each day
because of
your love
 Sep 2016 Stephan
Ravanna Dee
Writing is much more than just spelling out words in clear sentences, or making sure you have correct punctuation. It's about creating something out of little more than wisps of thoughts and feelings. It's like, stitching a sweater with a dull needle and constantly drawing blood from pricking yourself accidentally with it. It's hard and brutal and your fingers or hand eventually become numb from the strain of it. But then... When you think your grip is forever stuck in the form of a pencil gripper, or your hand's are too ****** from the long task of stitching new life into something... you see what lays before you- a beautiful sweater, or perhaps a well thought out paragraph- and you realize it was entirely worth it. You finally understand the concept of working for something. You now know that when you have to claw and bleed your way to something, it becomes more precious to you. That fighting for something is infinitely more satisfying than anything else. And that, my fellow reader, is why writing is so amazing. We get to bleed for something that's actually worth giving everything up for. We get to live and create life through it. Writing is beautiful, but it is also the most terrifying thing anyone who does it can do. It's leaving yourself open and vulnerable to everyone. The best way I could possibly explain it you would be to say this: Writing is like falling in love; scary, stunning, difficult, amazing, big sweeping gestures, and falling from a plane... but it's worth it.
My thoughts on writing. If you would like, please comment down below your view on this extraordinary subject.
 Sep 2016 Stephan
Nelsya
how to manage
this world
from falling apart
when the lands are cracking
and the humans are failing?

how to save
our only chance of living
when the only thing
that they think are worth saving
are themselves?

how to intrigue
those minds
whose corrupted
by the idea of wealthiness
not healthiness?

how to mend
these broken minds?
how to purified
these darkened souls?
how to be
good for this hollow world?

so like shreds of dandelions
we flew up and everywhere
sharing thoughts and hopes
for those who seeks comfort
inside this cold world
Thousands of us were displaced
Started careers late
Not lucky enough to have had great jobs

So we work hard
Put ourselves through night school
While taking care of family

Finally ...
Yes, yeah,  whoopee
Did it !
Once again completed school

Another certificate added to the growing list of achievements.
More bills owed to uncle Sam

Going on numerous job interviews
No one's responding
Instead ...
All this knowledge stored in your head

Current jobs pays minimum wages
Those colleges attended; mounting

When you try to get ahead  -
They hold on to their employments
As if,
It's Rocket science

Looking for younger, greener admits

Once AARP comes a knocking on
Your door
You know they don't want your
Expertise anymore

What's one to do
Still strong, healthy, seasoned
Educated, no strings to boot

Hopelessly stuck in a world of
"We will call you "

So at the tender age of fifty
Thoughts of starting your own business floats in your head

Right
Now, back to school
For another certificate
A chance to use that knowledge
Put bread on the table
Feel useful

Quality of life renewed.

JRap /2016
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