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call out to me
from them mountains
you are standing on
climb from under
that water
under
the
heavens
move me
call out
to me
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Dustin Dean Mar 2018
Anger
Hostility
Mobility of tranquility
It runs away, runs away into the day
Of which I can only remember and not revisit
Everything is too unreal
Why not just die?
But why not live?
Sit and ponder about everything
And forget to resolve "everything"
That's how it always goes
Burning guilt
Pushes me to the hilt
It commands me to serve
Suffer to serve, serve and suffer
Gods and governments dance
Cocktails
Moonshine
Parties
None of mine
While I crack my bones
To proper placement
Just to feel some sort of
Distraction from replacement

Nonetheless
Happiness
In its truest form
It's worth it in the end
When you know
Their anger will not show
A poem that I wrote back in 2009 at age 17.
CA Smith Feb 2018
There's a small town,
South of North Dakota.
Nobody's ever heard of it,
not a single iota.

In the town there lived a man,
who went by the simple name of Dan.

He never really sought after all of life's pleasures,
because it was in serving others that he saw hidden treasures.

The joy of living,
Dan knew quite well.

But his biggest accomplishment,
to nobody did he tell.

See, Dan never had any kids of his own.
For most of his life, he was completely alone.

No family he had.
No nieces not nephews

No dogs or cats,
nor sisters nor brothers.

Nobody to feud with,
for Dan kept no lovers.

But there's a secret Dan kept,
and I'll tell you today.
That Dan saved the world, in his own special way.

See Dan was a laborer;
he worked and he toiled.
To support himself,
and keep his house on good soil.

Dan saved his money,
he lived cheap and frugal.
For Dan had a plan, which he thought was crucial.

"Build an orphanage in the town, for all the lost children."
Because when Dan was young,
he had no house to live in.

At night his back would ache,
and his feet would hurt.
But this was okay to Dan;
he wanted keep the orphans from sleeping on the dirt.  

So when he passed,
Dan left a book and a note.
"To the bank take this paper, do not say by whom this book was wrote."

The pages had instructions,
and detailed schemes.
For an orphanage for the town,
the home of Dan's dreams.

The bank took the paper,
and showed an account.
That for even the richest person,
would have been a great amount.

And so the home was built,
the walls were made.
An orphanage for the children,
a home for those in need.
And it all started because of Dan,
who decided to serve instead of lead.
For the low low price of just being within' earshot,
the conversation analyst will run a full diagnostic on your conversation.

You know how that perfect comeback
feels, three weeks after
You didn't say it?

In training, representatives for Inbound sales listen to recordings of their own phone calls and critique them like Art majors in a studio class.

Our conversation analyst.
Looks at you like a shoe on the wall.

Unlike the psychology major,  the conversation analyst will never share his results.

He'll just judge you.
Silently.

He doesn't speak.
His fourth grade english teacher taught him that the carpenters house is never finished.
She was referring to her husband, the carpenter, not finishing the renovations on their new home, but the conversation analyst heard it as a metaphor, and adopted it as a universal truth.

Much like a painting controls the path your eye travels the canvas, or the scientific process that goes into composing music,
the way you build rapport is one of those things that people don't realize can be an art form until they wittness it professionally.

Our conversation analyst considers himself  Socio-passionate.

Which amuses him, when he deducts points from your conversation for not empathizing correctly.
Or not giving effective compliments by asking a relevant question afterwards.

The conversation analyst is not always mute. On special occasions such as first impressions he is a fine conversationalist.

You can meet the conversation analyst for the first time, as many times as you want.

If the carpenters house is never finished.
The conversation analyst
exemplar at listening,
Will never hear you.
Amber K Feb 2018
"Hello, how are you?"
I say in a voice I can't believe is mine.
I hate it so much.
It's become like nails on a chalkboard to my ears.

I ask the human in front of me,
"What can I get you today?"
They ignore me.
Finally someone approaches.

It's an older lady,
gray bushy hair with wild eyes.
I smile and begin to take her order.
She begins to make rude remarks towards me.

She leaves,
someone else approaches.
It's a man angry about a price I did not set.
He takes it out on me.

I take all of the verbal punches.
From people who have had their worst days,
to people who are just too privileged to give a little kindness,
I smile through it all.

I don't really think anyone who walks in,
really sees me as a human being.
They don't see that I fight social anxiety for a living,
or that I go through things too.

They don't care.
They don't want to care.
When they ask how I am,
they don't want an honest answer.

I wonder if they would smile,
or compliment me instead of insulting me,
if I weren't standing behind a counter,
taking orders and giving change.
Working with the public is rough. I've had the job I  have right now for awhile and everyday I am still shocked at how customers (and bosses) treat workers at restaurants. I try to smile and be kind to every customer service worker I ever come in contact with, because it can definitely get to you if you have people insulting you or treating you like crap from 7 in the morning until 3 in the evening.
tylervk Jan 2018
Come I will show you my scars
Pluck away at each stitch
Till this zeal rushes out
I will reveal each
Secret—tarp lain,
Stretched in appearance
Of—uniformed dignified,
Up-right, forward gaze.
Come I will make your  
Pride relevant. And
Your bumper
Sticker support
Will be
Requited.
Mark Wanless Dec 2017
"The Meaning"



I will not know the meaning
Of the word love
Until I love
I will not know the meaning
Of the word service
Until I serve
I will not know the meaning
Of the word death
Until I die

There are many, many words
I hope I never know
Connor Simms Dec 2017
So much noise.
Pinging your ear drums like pellets.
Ricocheting off of every head.
I didn't think there was a purgatory.

/Booooooooooop/
Leave my dreams at once
Amanda Kay Hill Dec 2017
They are smart
They help people
To things that they
Need help with
Service dogs
Some are train for
People that are deaf or
Hard of hearing they
Help them to hear things
Some are train for people
Who have seizures they
Help them when they have
Seizure some are train for
People who have pst they
Help them to clam down
Some are train for people
Who have autism they
Help them to meet new
People some are train for
People who have diabetes
They help them by sensing
When the blood sugar is low
Some are train for people who
Have balance problems they
Help them with their balance
By letting them to hold
To them when you walk
Service dogs
Some are shelters dogs
All the dogs that are
Service dogs
Are awesome dogs
Service dogs
© Amanda Kay Hill
9/19/17
Bella Oct 2017
There's a story about  starfish
they're sprawled out on the coast thousands of them after a storm
a boy is tossing them one by one back into the ocean
he is told what he is doing doesn't matter
that he can never put all the starfish back into the sea
but he picks one up and says,
“ it  mattered to this one.”

in the story he's seen as a hero, saving all the starfish
but I don't see him as a hero
he is just living the way he is
the way we are supposed to live

I don't like the concept of schools requiring community service hours.
you see the point of community service is not to get credit for it.
the point is to make the world better
I don't want to hand out a homeless back,
see the smile on their face,
and then hand them a piece of paper to sign saying I did my
good deed for the week.

now some of you hearing this are thinking,
“ ***, she's such a great person. she hands out homeless bags ”
you my friend have missed the entire point of this Poem.
no, I'm not
I'm A PERSON
I would be an, “ awesome person, ”
if I  dedicated my whole life To charity
or if I cured something.
if you cure cancer you are a hero
if you feed a whole Community you are a hero
if you actually risk your life for someone you are a hero
and we should all strive to be heroes everyday.

I'm not trying to degrade the awesome things people do
and have done
like that little boy in the starfish story should get Praise,
In This Day in age
I'm saying that in the alternate reality where everyone does
what humans are meant to do,
community service is done like eating food
not like something to brag about at church
not like something to add to a resume
it's not like... community service.
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