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MG Apr 2016
give and take is what we know to be
the way to true happiness and peace
and we give and we give and we give
in the hopes that, from us
the rest of mankind will learn to do so too

but the world is a selfish place
filled with selfish people
who have selfish needs
and in the end
it is you who will learn from them
Jacob Jauregui Apr 2016
I am not
The giving tree

I was the apple
Fighting gravity

Trying to keep myself
above your reach

But I fell below

You picked me up
and, well.. you know..
Messing around with an old book & some thought
~

Your essence is so embedded within my soul,
Thick bloodstream I tried to heal pushing you away.

Desperately my vicious heart I ripped out,
So I could tame my pain and set you free.

It didn’t turn out like I thought!
I became dormant… but only for a while.

My heart only got even louder screaming for your name,
Seeking memories of how it felt like to be yours,
Bleeding over your possible grave,
Regretting not being selfish for our love,
… for risking it all…

There is no safety in love.
Life is so short and fragile now so...
Craving for your life, craving for what we had,
I needed to know how deadly were the damages.

… Somehow…

Not too soon, but never too late…
The stars restored their lost constellations,
Nature guided you back home.

… Finally…

Gold and Silver might blend again…

~

© Christina Philipe
Sometimes it is just too good to be true... to strong to take...
-df Apr 2016
The spirit of this world is selfish.
They tell you that you're all that matters.
Only you can help yourself.
Stop for no one.
Survival of the fittest.
But haven't you stopped to think how messed up that is?
Why must we leave others behind on our endeavors?
As if we didn't have help reaching the finish line.
How stupid to rely solely on your own experience.
Haven't they told you we learn from others?
Who gave you the right to call yourself righteous?
Open your eyes and see that this world wants to destroy you thinking that 'me, myself, and I' is the only way to live.

(-DF-04/01/16-)
Give each other a hand. I'm not saying you shouldn't fight for yourself, I'm saying that we shouldn't look down upon others and crush them. I didn't write this to be offensive. But who am I to say what you can and can't do, right?
Slpngg Mar 2016
Today I found out
Why I am stuck in
Repeating loops of
Thought about life,
Mistakes we make -

My Dorsomedial Pre-frontal Cortex ;
is screaming inadequacy
My Ventromedial Medial Pre-frontal cortex ;
is occupying every cells (so selfish)
My lack of Lateral Pre-frontal Cortex
&
Flickering,
Neural Paths

So,
You Were Right,
You Were Right,
You Were Right.
Dαиι Mar 2016
Since when do you worry if I am cold or not?
Why would your light warm my soul again
after being confined to desolation
By you, by the way!

Oh, my beloved sunshine!
Haven't I with fascination, been whom
No matter how it burnt
has known enought to tell
You are not that naive?

Isn't it perhaps,
that in the vastness of the firmament,
it might have gotten so monotonous that,
such unquiet mind of yours now
wonders about how longer
this walking anguish,
only standing by her pride,
could resist those abrasive
yet so divine lips before she finally
fades to eternity like the fog
beneath your rays?
Ari L Mar 2016
White bigwig owns a black oil rig
Sleeps like a sloth and eats like a pig
For gold will he drill, for gold does he dig
He maps out the world by the gold it can give
Probably my one and only remotely satirical poem. Was just playing with the idea, and this does not represent my opinions on any one person of any one race haha )-: I mean, I know you know I mean no offense but I guess oil is a pretty big issue. (-:
Callie Greene Mar 2016
I hope she fits in the spaces you spent so much time putting between us.
I hope her lips taste like candy and they replace to addiction to cigarettes.
I hope she pulls out the best in you even when you feel like the devil himself.
I hope that you don't say the same things to her you said to me.
I hope you love her a little less than you did with me.
Haritha Seby Mar 2016
My life should be the way
I wan't it to be!!
Not the way others wan't it to be.
It is not because i am egoistical
But i am altruistic.
Compassion of love towards ourself..is the greatest weapon not only in life but also on earth..
Silverthorn Feb 2016
I
When did poems begin to start with
I
When did
I
Become the beginning and the end
I
It calls and woos and beckons like no
You
Could do. The lights dim in
You
And a mirror becomes the inspiration for
I
The winds that carried these words to
You
Now swirl and suffocate, declaring and blaring that
I
Am strong, am somehow alive and
I
Is as far as the mind can see, but
I
Might be the end of
We
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