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JDL Feb 2
Blazed is the trail made by their mistakes
The high road created for all our sakes
Explorers of lands that were once uncharted
Now the cartographers of the paths they started
We are the proverbial parchment upon which they sketch
Vicariously imbuing their wisdom within each etch
The end of their journey is where we begin
For the trail ahead must be blazed again
Traveler Dec 2019
I realize this may sound
Well. Somewhat unnatural

Can you at least
Allow me to watch you

How soon love
Gets forgotten
Then Shall I bid you
Good night my love
Traveler Tim
S Smoothie Aug 2019
How I laughed confident like

Founded upon nervous undertones

hoping you wouldn't hear it

I sure gave you a good kick in the guts!

It took my breath away

The way I took yours

Now I watch you as a curiosity ******* for air

Like fish gaping flipping and flopping in a dried up rock pool

How does it feel?

That sense of suffocation?

I know you think you won't survive

Don't worry, you will...

I can attest to that

Besides we both prescribe to the same idea

And my saviour will save you as your saviour

Will you choke when you have to say our saviour?

Don't worry the blade gets sharper tempered by fire

Trials are for survival and transformation

You'll flip flop and gasp for air but the tide will roll in

And I will drift away and leave you to find your way

But not before the first cut,

The deepest

Is replaced by a scar across my soul

May God have mercy

Because you certainly don't!
Author's Notes/Comments:
Sometimes grace just gets in the way of Justice.
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
Should I sell my subservience
of my mind, body and soul
to boss at work?

How much freedom
should my self retain
from my boss?
Ashwin Kumar Jun 2019
As every day begins
My heart beats with anticipation
With every call I make
There is a spring in my step
However, all good things come to an end
As the day wears on
The white clouds fade away
And are replaced
By monstrous, jet black clouds
With every call I make
My shoulders droop
My eyes lose their lustre
My hands begin to shake
My voice begins to falter
As the rain of despair begins
My mind loses its focus
I lose all sense of direction
The pile of work on my desk
Grows taller and taller
Until it outgrows Mount Everest
Just when I begin to think
That things can't get any worse
My boss cranks up the pressure
To such a level
That my heart beats faster and faster
I begin to splutter and choke
My mouth begins to foam
My face starts turning blue
With a rapidly shaking hand
I stagger towards my water bottle
Tripping and almost falling on the way
Eventually, with a supreme effort
I manage to prise the bottle cap loose
As I take a gulp of water
I spill a few drops on the floor
Very slowly and steadily
My breathing begins to return to normal
But not before my heart is filled
With a deep desire
To hear the three magic words
"You are fired"
A poem on why Recruitment comes with health (mainly mental health) hazards.
Lee Aaun Feb 2019
She's a pure soul,
made to love
whom ever her heart's want.
Who are you to judge?.
Who are you to decide
if she can love or not?.
She belongs all to hearself.
Her decisions also
belong to her.
So, don't bother
by saying conservative things
So she can stop
loving whomever her heart's want.
She's a pure soul,
made to love.
She will feed her soul
with your useless talks
and ignite her heart
with your conservative thoughts.
She will roam
in the whole wild world
and learn the tricks
of loving herself
more and more.
So don't judge her.
Don't decide for her.
Cause she's the boss
of her own life.
She can judge herself.
She can decide
for her pure soul
whether to love or not.
Johnny walker Jan 2019
I'll be again the man I used to be always stood my ground no matter came my way
No longer to be walked upon I walk my own path through
make my own destiny no matter what should come my way today tomorrow or whenever I'm Boss
Making one's own destiny through life now single
again my own man
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