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Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
Beauty within seems so far out of reach

Being slim comes easily

Starving for something more fulfilling than calories or carbs

For a glowing serving of enlightenment
For soul food
Nickolas J McKee Sep 2020
When I dream of you,
Comes song,
Two country folk men come alive.
Tears of the song falls,
Of us,
Begging us more for simple time.
For I dream of you,
BanJoed,
Hearing the soft ballad of cards.
The playing of times,
Enticed,
Knowing you’re far apart in yards.
Here I dream of you,
Of song.
Maunas Mehta Apr 2020
Working while COVID is lurking,
You are selflessly nursing and returning,
Those that were hurting,
Sometimes it can be disconcerting
But remember, we are chirping because of you,
Thank you for serving.
Dedicated to all Front line workers doing their all to fight COVID. You guys are awesome We all thank you from the bottom of our hearts!
Desire Mar 2019
LEARN THE SYSTEM.
OBEY THE SYSTEM.
BEAT THE SYSTEM.
OVERRIDE THE SYSTEM.
SUPERSEDE THE SYSTEM.
RESHAPE THE SYSTEM.
THEN SHARE WITH
AND SERVE OTHERS.
IT CREATES A
WHOLE NEW SYSTEM.
[DO FOR OTHERS]

@desire.is.dope
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2340HRS
SYSTEMATIC SERVICE
DO FOR OTHERS
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Inspired by: @ocasio2018 - "But our job is to serve, not rule."
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@desire.is.dope
20190308
2340HRS
Fathur Abinaya Jan 2019
Serving for the light.
Dying in the night.
Leigh Marie Sep 2016
You tell us to get the morgue ready for you,
we shake our head
oh, don't say that
we mean, its gonna be alright
but how do we know
that you really mean you'd rather die
than feel the pain that
extraordinary measures can cast
on a living soul

the doctors rush in
and rush out
everything- they say is emergent
you are equal
you, plus your disease,
the doctor is the solution
I mean the doctor has the solution
but is all the pain worth it?
you're at a battle with the odds
not given much of an option
you might as well
be chained to the bed

too tired to bathe
too tired to sleep
each breath of air
an underwater cyclone
trying to expand your lungs
against the waves of blood

you whisper,
I'm not gonna make it,
I'm not gonna make it

but sir,
you already have
bring your dancing shoes to heaven
you'll be able to breathe easy
again
*you've made it
you're almost there
this is a reflection on taking care of a dying patient, suffering more from his treatment than his disease.
Lexi Smith Sep 2015
I spend all of my days, serving.
I wipe tables,
Sweep the floor,
Fix broken things,
Clean the windows.
I make people feel at home,
Feel like everything is taken care of.
I take away the mess. The dirt.
I make everything nice,
And pretty.

But I'm starting to think you're the server now.
You took away my "dirt," my problems.
You fixed my broken parts.
You took care of me,
And made me feel safe.

So what do you say?
Let's wait on each other.

Maybe you aren't a waiter.
Maybe you're a tree.
Through all the seasons, you're still there.

Maybe you're a love song,
Giving me hope and a sense of longing.

Perhaps you're an artist,
Painting the red colors of my cheeks.

Or are you a doctor?
Checking my heart and noticing it's beating very fast, for you.

Or maybe you're just you.
A man who loves me,
Takes care of me,
Cherishes me,
Supports me
And makes me laugh.

You teach me how to love
every
single
day.

When we lay next to each other,
I can't tell where I end and
You begin.

So maybe I don't know what you are,
But I do know,
Who you are.

— The End —