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Sam Faisal Mar 2019
Minimise distraction
Maximise intention.

Minimise commodity fetishism
Maximise giving out love.

Love people, use things.
The opposite never works.
Steve Page Mar 2019
God writes straight with crooked lines.

He zigs and zags out of compassion,
out of recognition of our fragility,
our inability to walk aligned to the sun,
our preference to shun the glare of the bright
and to tolerate that light only from the gloom,
but God makes room to write straight with His crooked lines

and so He completes His story.
The first line is a Portuguese proverb.
See also Genesis 50, Joseph speaking to his brothers who sold him into slavery:
v20 "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives."
SaeIt Mar 2019
Every job I done had
I felt i was cursed with
They be snatching my soul
I need reimbursment

Gotta use that for my purpose
I feel like i did it on purpose
Slacked off on my dreams
So it could potentially hurt me

Sometimes I feel
Like im really unworthy
Tried everything in my power
Nothing seems to be working

I'm hurting
I did it to myself though
Lost all of my patience
Cause when i tried it all came slow

And I heard it usually does
To those of us who try to stay true
Its hard to work this job
And still try to subdue

All my demons and insecurities
That constantly try to attack me
Got everything I could ask for
But still something is lacking

The money is good
In my love life im happy
being true to myself
Even keep my hair a lil *****

But deep down in my heart
Seeping into my soul
There's a part of me
That I still got on doze

Im froze in time
Waiting on myself to make it happen
Put in my two week notice
Gather my things and get to packing

I'm lacking the fire
To start my next project
I don't what to do now
What steps do I take next ?

I just need to do it
Whatever this thing is
Trying to be an inspiration
And look out for the kids

Cause I don't see too many
And for that I'm starting to frown
I don't have much more time to waste
I guess I'll start this thing now

Cause if I don't
It'll be another soul wasted
That didn't step up to the plate
And the look out for the babies
Gandy Lamb Mar 2019
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im not even a human anyways
Philomena Feb 2019
They would have me believe that I am useless
Something to be ashamed of
And even after you arrived people saw it that way
Like a stray you took pity on
And you changed all of that
You refused to believe the stories
And you shut out the hateful people
And you saw something in me for once
And maybe that's why I loved you so much
Because you rebuilt me
And maybe I love you now still for that
For giving me purpose and meaning
And for showing me that I can stand on my own
So thank you
Thank you for believing in me when no one did
You were one of the only good things I left behind
You say
life is
meaningless

I say
that’s the only way
you can give it your own
purpose
alexandra Feb 2019
I sit by my window, hair in a twist, draped in oversized clothing.
I stop and notice my surroundings.

They seem to only be surroundings, until a wind throws them all into a vigorous motion.
The trees flow forward and back I feel them inside of me.

Back and forth, back and forth.

A force of nature acting upon nature.
Oh the simplicity.

I reflect on my own life's nature.
The fabrication of routine,
the oh so un-natural,

Back and forth.

I move in silence.
I am a continuous place (being), where there is no end, nor beginning.
No stop, no go.
Not a single sign of natural flow.

Why can't I be like the trees?
Stand tall and secure, despite being rattled.
Over and over again.
Against all they do not fall.

I can feel them inside of me.
Back and forth.
Sky Feb 2019
would you like a cup of coffee?
would you like that with milk? sugar?
would you like me to be your coffee table?

sometimes i wonder whether i
make you coffee
dust the dustless windowsills
and run water over wet dishes

to justify my being-here
to justify my being
to save me from myself
do i make her coffee for her? or for me?
Anna Jackson Feb 2019
Wake up and smell the coffee, focus as the pan flips,
Time for the rat race and its monotonal semantics,
Suss out agendas - get ahead of the mind tricks,
Brush over simple truths with pointless lies and politics.

Another year gone - stale memories as the frost licks,
Dignity diminished, allegiance pledged to bosses,
Anticipating failure as you organise your post-its,
Institutionalising life, leaving no room for chances.

Clutching at a purpose yet defeated as the clock ticks,
Finding closeness in distance and solace as the storm hits.
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