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Purple Rain Sep 2016
The Purpose-

The quality of being determined to do or achieve something...
As you look in the mirror--
What do you see?
What is your purpose or who do you inspire to be?
It's a simple question,
however not an easy answer.

Humans wondering the earth,
Torn apart, broken and scarred
Maybe even,
Bent over and abused
Mistreated and used.

Yet the question still comes about--
What is your purpose or who do you inspire to be?
What is your meaning?
Do you wish to live carefree?
Most will answer as children...

However,
As adults they will act as if the question never came about.
What is your purpose or who do you inspire to be?
What is your meaning?
Do you wish to live carefree?
What is it like being---
Unhappy?
IsabellaRose 2016
Ellie Geneve Sep 2016
We are all a burden
to many around us
but we are the burden
most of them want to carry
to feel joy
to feel need
to feel purpose

Our cells may age
but the metaphors
never do

Babies need their mothers
and their mothers
need them too
Natasha Ivory Sep 2016
I am a writer.

One who can close myself away into a small dimly lit space and gush life onto an insubstantial substance of fibrous material..in hopes that once finished..reads of something that makes sense and releases a tad of this confined fury..that whirls in my ever churning mind.

I am a Dreamer.

A human born into disparaging circumstances, that grasped for anything tangible, as early as I can possibly recollect. With a never ending desire to find truth and love beyond the abuse that I endured throughout all of my childhood..Determined to view life..clear of the filters embedded over my eyes, attempting to force my mind to function through the inherited dysfunction.

I am a Lover.

Believing in a Love so genuine, that it literally heals all human afflictions .
Investing in a hope in all things soulful and lucid.
Craving to Love free of the bounds thought fathomable, truly devoting to other souls..the most valuable asset - Time - and desirous to Lead with Love in every moment.

I am a Writer.
Turning pain into purpose.
Joshua Mason Sep 2016
I split the world with these words, dig holes with my tongue to make the sea sunk, send waters to hell to drown my demons, start my own revelation and see what I be-come.

You see I have a split personality and people have problems picking sides,
I'm just lucky I'm good with words or they'd think I'm a pesticide.
More words that look nice (hopefully sound decent aswell)
Michael Ryan Sep 2016
Today was the day
I decided to clear out--
no real reason to keep
the junk that has began to rot.

Smelly like moss on a crumbly tree,
or the fashionable nonsmokers room
smelling like there's been quite a few
rebels striking back at a budget motel--
probably because they didn't have enough
television channels, to pacify these poor souls.

The inanimate fixtures are posed for display--
once complex industry
were personified to a fleeting idea of 'purpose',
instead smothers its surroundings
with the validity of indifference;
the forgotten hallows that
truly signify my closing hours.

Inside me now
are the cooing sounds
and the beating wings of fragile pigeons
that seek shelter from a world
trying to forget them;
beginning to call them pest
even though they are snow,
so they must hide within me
and survive with my blood orchids
that begin to bloom--
spilling out of me.
A written expression of an interesting art print.
Arihant Verma Sep 2016
Batman joined hands with Superman,
I’m Batman, I’m Superman, I’m also
A human battling the side effects
of one of our primal instincts.

A rush of emotions, and the primal
takes control, and the mind is, but
a computer controlled by them. The
Process of yielding reasons of regrets.

A gush of pleasure vs an eternal bliss,
I find myself giving in to the former,
but I’m highly aware of the latter, and
that sources the root of all evils.

I close my eyes less often, if I’d more
often, I’d be less often exposed to
the cardinal vanities of the side effects,
of one of the primal instincts, laid.

I’m not the chemical desires of my body,
not the monkey who dances on the tunes
of emotions, not an addict to pleasure,
I’m, just that, I’m, the cosmic comic sea.
Arcassin B Sep 2016
By ( Arcassin B) & Patty m

overslept, unkept
been living in a tent

(I'm obsessed with having
to be relentless)

didn't see the gun
till he pulled the trigger,
how do you figure
enough of your brainless schemes
when all I want is
the American dream
smash it
take a mansion and trash it
antiques, what the hell
old **** starts to smell

(Mmmm so potent while
I'm open,
Are you chosen for thrones
And all these other subjects are
Waiting for the arrival to be
Spoken,
Live by the gun and die by it too,
Danced around the house for
some clarity
It had me feeling blue,)


mf nothin's left or right
keep on bangin' night after night
bashed in heads
keep bleeding till you're dead
the brain game done drove u berserk
but u keep climbing out
when they throw in the dirt.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/09/in-dirt-ft-patty-m.html
Divinity Sep 2016
I know you never got
The hang of small talk
But your mind is a
Bottomless expanse
That shines light into
The darkest of corners
Like stars bright enough
To illuminate faraway galaxies
You've got one foot in the milky way
One hand on the pen
And if your head hits the
pillow too hard at night
You might drift away into cosmic seas
Turning everything along
Your path into star dust
-Shakti o.m.
J B Moore Sep 2016
There is a method to the madness, a puprose for the pain
We may not see it now, or even next year
But somewhere down the line, there will come a time
In which we get to reflect, with retrospect,
On the pain that taught us and brought us here
And it will be worth all the tears that fell like rain.
8/31/16
Phim Aug 2016
She goes to her bedroom and gets down on her knees
Because despite everyone saying that she is an angel
She's not pleased
She knows she can do better
Love harder
Shine brighter
She's desperate to find someway to give as much as she receives
Because she's drowning in forgiveness
So she prays that God will hear her pleas
To use her as his hands and his feet
For love to pour through her like an unquenchable sea
She prays every night, every morning, every day
Hoping someone might tell her that they've found the way
So she knows that she's fulfilled  her purpose
That her life was somehow worth it
Because she spent it loving
Instead of loitering around
Lazy and selfish
With happiness unfound
This was for an assignment where I had to write about the biggest part of my identity.
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