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He has endured a chronic pain
Both in his heart and in his worn-out soul
At least his heart beats
There is air in his lungs
He yearns to be more
Than a mannequin
wearing the uniform of the
"underprivileged American."
He might have handicaps
That people notice more than his soul
"To help the world and invent newer items of luxury and of life's ease"
Are the successes that he so desperately wants
If only the investors and people around him could see
Placing stock into a brilliant, but, limited soul
can bring them new collections of creation
to enjoy their own life and
make it through everyday tasks
with ease.
Rizna M Rameez Oct 2018
Once I was gifted 10,000¥
I gave all of it to the Syrians
I don't really keep pocket money
So yeah, 10,000¥ was a lot

"It is more rewarding if you have little and give, than if you give when you have a lot”
Popped into my head

I guess I was being selfish
I was investing in Allah

One, for the happiness of Care
And two, because I wanted to save for later.

(My bank is with Allah)
I was being really selfish cuz I knew I’d get the money back. Plus of course I really wanted to help them. Anyone really. I want to help. So yeah, I got two birds with one stone. Nice, eh?!
It pains me so many people have to suffer. Plus, once I grow older and get an actual salary, I’d have much more than I do now and if I have 10,000¥ then, it wouldn’t be that worth it. I mean now I’d be giving 100% of what I have, but then later, I’d have responsibilities. This was a grand opportunity.
b Sep 2018
this body
this temple.
was made for everything but itself.
the pilgrim for the rain to come.
a harvest, not for me but
for you.

eat from me or we'll all starve
but sneak me some bread
if ever you have the chance.


how could i ever compete with a body.

if this shell of a temple is
all thats here, a good bargain but
definitely not worth
the investment.

i still cant believe i
armed the gun
that shot me dead.
i took a knowing wrong turn
and still
barrelled down the road.
amber Jul 2018
I rip myself apart,
piece by piece.
I place bits of my heart,
into your hands.

you step on me.
burying my body,
beneath soil.
no mercy,
in your eyes.

you were never aware,
of all that manifested,
beneath my shell,
deep within my heart.
so why would you mind,
tearing it apart?
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
“Son, how much did you score?”
Beside you, who else did score that?
     ●2 others
“You have to work much harder”, she told.

Let me know,
If possible, scores above 10/10.
I’d like to join too.
Theme: Expectation Vs. Investment. [Roadside conversation]
Svode Oct 2017
What is there when we all are gone?
What use comes from the greed-possessed wealth,
other than to please our current existence?

What hotel room will the rich reside in?
When they are in the land above,
and where among them will the poor men lay?

What was there for us to know?
When history reaped what it had sown,
and learnt it's lesson: only to forget again.

What is there beyond today?
A figment of time, life and space,
or an investment into the unknown place?

Life is the worst thing to have happened to me,
yet it is the best in every degree,
because without it I wouldn't be pondering the idea.
Oskar Erikson Jan 2017
If I invested my money
as wisely
as I invested my love

I guess I'd be both types of broke.
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