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James Sep 2021
To live for oneself is not selfish:
It is human.
To live for others
Is purpose.
Response to Ayn Rand's philosophy, i.e., from interview on Mike Wallace Is Here
Flatfielder Nov 2020
A recall to the past
Presently I am good
Comfortable with a toothache
Abolished lives' lows
Shuddered when realized
Have you been opportunistic
Or just had dumb luck
When you avoided
Other's miseries
Did you take more
Than you received
A loner in his thinking
Always was
What is left
No return
Accept it
There will be an end
#(c)near_lane7
Write as near_lane7 on mirakee , FB and
In a chapbook , not finished yet
Sohini Sep 2020
Two good, close
Friends
Separated by the
Existence of humans.
For they are
Misunderstood by
The species
They originally
Existed for.

Called themselves
"Objectivity"
"Subjectivity".
Tried extensively to
Establish their individualism,
Yet holding hands to
Become mutually inclusive.

For they were
Unaware
Lines drawn, fades.
Misunderstood by
Humans,
Mutually inclusivity
Confused
As one.

Silly of the two friends,
Had no idea
Humans have failed
Humans for
The longest imaginable
Time.
For they were
Just mere Intangible,
Failing them is
And will remain
An easy possibility.
The confusion between Objectivity and Subjectivity and the fading lines between the two and the confused humans about how to separate the two, made me think and that's how I created this piece.
Vindex Jul 2020
I was born different
I believe in science
Yet is it defiance?
Some call it angst
I say it’s strength

You can be different
Your parents can have opinions
Yes you’ve lived in their dominion
But you can do what you want
Don’t let them give you a haunt

I can have a distinct thought
Because I am not their bot
Religion, career, goals
Afterlife, love, friends, souls

I am strong in the way I speak
I am proud that I am unique
No one can put words in my mouth
For example, North, West, East, South

I can make this a short poem
I can make the rhyme scheme open
I can make stanzas parallel
Or make this syllable swell

Or this poem could be longer
Making my words even stronger
This poem has no distinct sound
But isn’t that what makes it pound

Five, five, four, four, four, four
Maybe this stanza will have even more

Is it wrong to take from myself?
Stealing straight from my bookshelf
“Got to think, got to focus”
“Or my life will go unnoticed”
I think it is mostly alright
It’s fine if I take what I write

So what is this poem’s message?
It seems pulled out of a wreckage
Words mismatched, lines have been detached
The focus scratched, but the theme patched?

Here it is
Was no quiz
It can be hard
Life can be scarred
Yes, you were born rare
Show it if you dare
Discussions and recitations can be found on my YouTube channel Vindex's Vids
-Goat Apr 2020
Nowadays everybody seem lost in their mobiles
Seeing the ones they’re yet to befriend as hostiles
Neglecting what used to be human values
We now even forget about our own statues

Too scared to exchange words with strangers at the park
We forget that nature too used leave a memorable mark
We seem to forget about the world around us, for in our hands we hold an omnipotent device
-carpe diem
Utahi Kamu Apr 2020
Ladies and Gentlemen and dear Children,
How does a fool **** himself:

Oh he eats the heads of its own men
And his own mouth with an amen
Poetic T Oct 2019
Normality tries to hinder influence
          of my cognitive

repercussions.

But elastic banded restraints
   keep stretching me to my
                                            limit.
Then I'm restrained before my
                                    first
                                            step..

   I try to move along but
I'm always behind where I took
                                  my first step.

My thoughts sharpened,
           and I collected every barded
emotion to stretch that restraint.

Taking that step I used my unblunted
            fortitude,
and instead of being withdrawn.
        

              I took my real step for the first

time.

normality was restraining and I took
       my individualism and broke free

from the expected norm...


   Who wants to be normal in a world
           of clones.
I'm the original me,  
       A coherence of self that's now
         non hindered by others normality.
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