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Bhill Aug 2019
Is it understood that time is of no value
It's wasted
It passes
It creates aged elements

What if time ceased
Think hard about this
Hard, I mean think heavy

What if time sped up
This needs to be considered
In all quirks of the natural world

Time is unexplained
Time possesses numerous undertakings
Time, is it on our side?

Brian Hill - # 223
Is time on your side?
Owen Cafe Aug 2019
Anger is not passion.

Passion can make you angry.
Anger can breed passion.
But do not confuse the rose from its thorns.
Do not let the horns of self gratification
confuse you for value.

Passion is as pure as a first kiss,
as powerful as an earthquake radiating from the soul.
Anger is as naive as a bullet in a gun and as weak as..
"I didnt mean to"

Do not mistake anger for passion.
Anger is not passion.
You are not anger.

You are passion.
Thoughts on social activism and arguing for the right things the wrong way.
Carl D'Souza Aug 2019
In what ways
do I make others
joyful and happy?

How much
do I make others
joyful and happy?
Tony Tweedy Jul 2019
I envy you who awakes to welcome the birthing of a new day.
Where family, friends, love and hope are the keystones of your way.

Once I too had those things and could welcome each rising sun.
And like you too I did all I could to hold those things hard won.

I never thought of my life in terms of what it had cost.
Never understood the value of having it until it all was lost.

I never even thought that it could all be lost in the way it was.
To end up living life when the sun rises and that my only "because".

To have a life with meaning and where you can have some good.
Yes I still remember it and I would turn my time back if I could.

I hope you can forgive my envy and know I bear no ill will to you.
But hear, please my en-treatment, your world is fragile too.

Do not take for granted that things will always last.
Better those things in your future than only in your past.
Not a good day today...
Steve Page Jul 2019
Each dent should lessen the value,
but curiously deepens character.
Life's lessons
TheSilentScream Jun 2019
Don't take my heart's voice and make it your Starbucks review.
It may not be pretty, perfect, and cookie cutter constructed.
But I still feel something, and i'm sure you do too.
I'm not a dog and pony show.
I wish I felt it were true.

What's a poet to a writer?
Why are some valid and others not?
No reaction is a reaction after all.
But even alone, I must be a fighter.

I'm not a dog and pony show.
But I wonder if you'd ever know.
Because you choose our voices like you choose your candy.
You prefer what's sweet, and discard the sour.

My voice is a sweetart, what comes with it tingles.
Listen and react for it's story, not the speaker,
and you'll feel it deep inside your heart.
TheSilentScream Jun 2019
I promise I can evolve
Please don't you go leaving
Have faith like you have your laws
Don't need to set a fee

I once thought I knew the sound
Of what love meant for me
To honestly be love bound
I just needed to see

There are many who will come
And many take for free
But none have reaped the full sum
Of the wealth, I could bring

I'm not cocky, I'm just one,
That has something to sing
And I have value to some,
But others, I just sting.
Mystic Ink Plus Jun 2019
Do you know?
What you are to me?

Tell me
I am eager to listen

He/She smiled
Reflecting
PRIORITY
Genre: Reflectiove Art
Theme: From the believer of 100% or null|| Everything
TheSilentScream Jun 2019
I'm naked.
No dead laughs.
No dry smiles.
No more forced inspiration or optimism.

It's just me.
With my flaws.
With my beauty marks.

And If I am nothing without my clothes.
I was never something when I pretended I wasn't underneath them.


so ive taken away the mask
ive pulled of that heavy coat and thick skin
ive washed my heart and washed it clean

Here i am;
im naked.
Am i still worthy?
EmperorOfMine Jun 2019
There is a caterpillar inching his wee body across a leaf that fell, somewhere.

Gently existing, almost alone.

The winds could **** him.
The rain could **** him.
The dirt full of other bugs could **** him.

So many things, all around his wee little existence...
So very vulnerable, and nearly alone in a world full of life...


But that caterpillar inches his way through the leaf, eating and inching his way through his path.

Because his path will lead to a cacoon.
And a cacoon, though even more vulnerable, leads to transformation.


And when that caterpillar cracks through that cacoon, the shell that, although made him weak and easy to ****, stuck, and seemingly obsolete, it also caused him to shock the world.

He will become a butterfly.
And some will see him as unworthy, still.
Most, honestly.

But haven't you ever heard...
A butterfly can flap their fragile little, beautiful, wings and create a hurricane big enough to change thousands or millions of lives somewhere.

Setting in motion events that may not have happened if he weren't there. And in all events, something important is revealed; which ultimately makes him just as important.


So in conclusion, he may be small, weak, unappealing, vulnerable, boring, easy to ****, break, or bury...but he also has a transformation.

He is delicately dangerous, a gentle healer, and a permanent inspiration in many lives.

He was important as a caterpillar.
He is important as a butterfly.
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