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MisfitOfSociety Nov 2020
Hey look it’s me.
On the tv!

I’m your burger,
And your drink,
On your coaster,
Then I go down your sink!

I clean your plates,
Wash your car,
And your floors,
And your very hairy *****!

All you have to do is click on me!

Say hello to the man,
On the other side of your phone.
He’s listening in,
On your conversation.

L-shaped couches,
And make up kits!
Brand new cars,
And television sets!

You don’t need this ****,
But you have to have it.

You’re a product.

Advertising on the plane,
On the car.
On the train,
It’s got you on the run!

On the floor,
During sport,
On a walk,
It’s got you on the run!

Everywhere you go,
All you see,
Is a product,
Begging for your money.

You’re not a product.
Turn off the tv.
Luna Maria Nov 2020
stepped on
was the flower,
little did she know
she could grow back
and maybe become even more
graceful than she already was.
she only needs to realize that she's the same flower as before.
InkHarted Nov 2020
On every alluring  mountain peek
where the soil has buried it deep
there is a heart somewhere up there
hiding from everyone's reach
the rubble the rock the rugged roads
the cliffs the falls the thorns
the height the struggle the effort
differs from one to another
from bumps to dunes to spires
the struggle doth differ much
but if the climbers mind sees no other peek
then for sure your heart will be found.
Siren Oct 2020
There is only one box.
One space to fit in.
If you do not fit, you do not belong.
So I must fit. I must belong.
Where else would I go?

But it feels tight and ill-fitting.
Inhospitable.
No.

Why should I sacrafice my edges to fit into a space
I do not want to be in?
So I went.
To embrace my edges in a place where there is space.
Words about home.
Nikolette Oct 2020
For we all describe the same world
    In many different languages
      But we all have the same idea
        Of what this corrupted world thought us
Although we all have different and unique lives, we all have the same story to tell
mayur Oct 2020
on some benches, people never sat
on some there was always someone.

on some branches, birds never rested
on some there was always a one.

don’t worry my boy,
life is not a bench or a branch
but a park and a tree.
odds are that life is  on the whole is positive sum game, don’t feel lonely or empty due few odds in life
Traveler Oct 2020
Spirit gives rise to soul
Soul gives rise to body
Body gives rise to mine
Love was there the whole time
........

No one is smart enough
to be wrong all the time.
Spirit cannot physically move things
Water cannot get wetter
I am not a Guru
Just a trend setter
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