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Justyn Huang Jan 2019
Even the word "Meaningless"
has its own purpose.
Find your own.
Omokeyede Jan 2019
I'm a bird.
Despite the wind, I will fly.

I'm a star.
Despite the reign of the moon, I will shine.

I'm a seed.
Despite being buried, I will bloom.

I'm a ship.
Despite the rogue waves, I will sail.

I'm an ocean.
Despite the pollution, I will flow.

I'm a polar bear in the arctic.
Despite the temperature, I will survive.

I'm a Lucifer (Not the devil).
Despite the darkness of the world, I bring light.

I'm a cymbal.
Despite being beaten hard, I emit beautiful sounds.

I'm a fine vintage wine.
Despite aging, I will never go sour.

I'm a petal.
Despite producing scents to allure pollinators, I do repel undesirable pollinators.

I'm a Lion.
Despite the size of an Elephant, I'm the king.

I'm a Phoenix.
Despite being burned, I will rise and live on.

I'm an Oracle.
Despite the obstacles, I will reach the pinnacle.

I am Omokeyede.
Despite the evils of the world, I choose peace and love.
Know your purpose.
Jackie G Jan 2019
I've been there, I've done that.
Too many things to count on both hands.
Places I had no business being.
There is where you'd find me.
Soul yearning for Something that i couldnt put my fingers on.
Friend after friend.
Loss after Loss
There i was Lost.
Waiting to be found.
A place to call home
But no place at all.
No thing or person could quench this thirst that i had.
ONE DAY opened up a book.
In there were words that stood out to me.
It said " I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do NOT do, but what I hate I DO. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me"
I could totally relate to these words
To some the book up its,
B.asic
I.nStructions
B.efore
L.eaving
E.arth
I've been reading it for some time now.
I must say!!!
I'm no longer lost!
To all the lost souls. My resolution may not be yours, but i thought i'd share. We all have purpose. When you're not living in purpose you feel lost like you have no place. Figure out why you are here and why you get another chance every morning when your eyes open. You mean something to someone. You are NEEDED!
Fenixx Menefee Jan 2019
Words can be beautiful or hurtful, but they also can be nothing at all
It just depends on who is saying them and who they're being said to
Many understand their purpose while others are absolutely clueless
Broken thoughts and memories can be put into words

Words have a purpose in our existence, they aren't completely useless
Songs, poems, and other such things use many words
Each one longer than the last, words control and contain our thoughts
It would be strange to live in a world without words since they are the fiber of most things
Amy H Jan 2019
life is poetry my dear,
while minutes and moments turn to years
and all the laughter, all the tears
teach us to release our fears;
to live like kings surviving jeers.
so raise your glass and let’s make cheers
for love keeps living, far or near;
a story for the poet’s ear.
I’m glad you’re in my story, Dear.
savor every moment, be happy for what is
William Allen Jan 2019
You've got to understand
that:
The words you speak with purpose
are
The same behind your fate
and
Believe me when I say,
I love you.

I love you.
William Allen Jan 2019
Her head rests gently
on my shoulders

Our fingers laced warmly
together

And I can feel her pulse
in palm, as I am sure
she feels the heart
beating in my
chest.

My hand swims freely
through the sea
of her hair.

Ne'er         faltering,
ne'er questioning
purpose.

The smell of perfume
clings      tightly
to my clothes

All these things, I experience
in     her     company
and oh how I long
for them to stay
Humble Jan 2019
Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.
Malefo Molefe Jan 2019
Names of my name.
by Malefo Molefe

The names of me is I, is you; yes, you prefer to call me ‘you’.
The name of I could be clever and the name of you as understanding.
You may call me confusing and in turn I shall name you angry.
Let me label her nice so that you responded in kind, saying she is kind.
She is beautiful, named beauty, she is beauty. She is perfect;
Named after her perfection. She is.

Call me pretentious saying that I belong to a race called “lies”.
Name me a lie. Identifying me as brutal, unkind and unloving.
Your mother named you but your family named you too.
Society called you white yet critically the government used digits.
You are just a number to the government and the insurance company.
Is naming an insult when you know that I ran short of calling you nothing?

The name of God is Jehovah, Elohim and the name of god is the Supreme Being.
The name of God is Allah and the name of GOD is the universe.
The name of GOD is ONE. They call GOD and used names like;
God or god, even father and the sun. They call GOD beauty, I said perfect.
I call GOD everything and name GOD nothing. I call GOD you.
I am these names, the words, the numbers and inscriptions. These are;
Names of my name.
Just Ivan Jan 2019
My purpose is also my suffering.

For I am meant for myself.

Vast vexatious vapidity.

Seldom does the rock choose to jump.

I am the tree that burns the coldest.

A maniac for purpose.
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