#earn
I can’t picture a life without problems,
They inspire us to work hard and learn.
We will all suffer this process,
Satisfaction from works is what's earned,
No matter how much we avoid it.
It always comes back in three folds,
So, just Bite the bullet and persevere,
Even though storm clouds
there are Rainbows.
The Sun will Shine and the skies are blue,
The forecast for today, is optimistic and true,
You got to go through it the issues will cease,
Once, the problem resolves, in this you'll find peace
B.R.
Date: 11/28/2025
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 5:03 PM UTC
it's not about the pain.
it's not about the price.
it's about the sacrifice people are willing to accept
to get what they want. to get what they need.
understanding they're willing to do more than bleed.
because understanding is the first step to earning respect.
and a world with more respect
brings us one step closer to a world of acceptance.
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 2:43 PM UTC
respect isn’t earned
you’re born with it
you can’t change what nature’s made
can’t **** it
no matter how many pills you take
so just lay in your filth
because that’s what you deserve
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 7:05 PM UTC
when you hit their line, you really gotta think
you got their time? Think you're worth any one of their dimes?
up your word play because you might not be worth any time of day
foreplay? you go'n need that if you wanna hear em say it
there's no love without intimacy
no intimacy without chemistry
you wanna impress? best push your boundaries
think you slick and sweet, but where're your feats?
show your worth or get kicked to the curb
you want my love? earn it
please me? It ain't easy
show me your heart, your soul
show me your all and maybe partake
in a real fantasy of romance.
dance on the shores as the sunsets.
let the breeze give us goosebumps..
get careless and show every expression...
be calm in each others arms...
if we freeze time it'd be perfect...
so hit my line... don't waste my time.
-SS
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 8:08 AM UTC
I’m ‘bout to work my fire *** to ice
No need to guess, baby, or roll the dice
I pray like “dolla dolla make me holla”
That’s how I build it up with every caller
Ain’t no one’s gonna motivate your ***
You’re either sweatin’ or you get no sass
I earn them dollars just to stack them good
I don’t mind grindin’ as I know I should
I works from Monday straight to Friday night
Pick up the calls, fill up the tickets right
Here I acknowledge your sincere applause
Don’t touch my money with your ghetto paws
I’m way much flyer than the God’s big curse
If you can’t handle it then call a nurse
I came to work it down, Lord is my witness
Yeah, I gon’ slay like it’s nobody’s business
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Part from all the pass objections , I own
up to ****
I didn't even think that I could make just
like this,
I didn't have to earn a living or lottery hit,
Take a chance and put that glove on , if
it'll fit,
I feel I'd , get closer to a new beginning
and an new end where my body collapses
ending up in a spiritual state to see all
that I have become in this horrible world
of greed and less diversity,
You can not get rid of me,
The enemy of my enemy.
Put aside the past for a pair old yellas,
Library swinging with a tao book , they're
jealous,
Learning made a passion and my brain
****** it up,
This simulation we live in isn't real , so
give it up,
I feel I'd, Make it out alive somehow in utter
confusion blessing from above like I was
the only human coming out as a wolf and
not a sheep to all these **** tools that
called themselves woke,
Better make sure I don't choke,
I just hope that you could cope.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Bumble
How do you decide what to take from a burning building? Objects? A ring? A Journal? Your father? Your daughter? Your grandmother? Your birth certificate? How does a child decide who lives and who stays? One day there’s a fire, and it’s your house, it starts in your room, you can tell yourself you’ve already packed a bag, but who can say where it is?
Since I was fourteen *** has let me feel like I was alive, I always thought that great *** meant somebody cried, that somebody got hurt, that if you weren’t hiding from somebody else than you had to be hiding from yourselves. That’s when I pulled out an old notebook and began reading back the lips of lovers, running my fingers over their handwriting like brushing my mouth over the raised ink of my lover’s tattoos. Who decides when everything you call your life uproots itself and walks away from you one morning while you’re still laying in bed? Who decides when every rule and mannerism you’ve become acclimated to shifts and changes and the way you felt anger is now the way you feel fright, the way you felt lust is now what you call sadness, the way you lived in happiness is now what you know to be all on your own, and what you told yourself was love is now nothing at all.
There is a bed with the sheets nearly hanging off, the blankets lying on the floor, three pillows colors you’ve never seen. This bed is in a room you’ve never walked into, in a house you’ve passed a million times, in towns you’ve visited but only to top off your gas tank or looked at while riding through it on a train. It’s in this room, on this bed where your whole life is unbound, it’s here where the cover on the book of your life falls off and disappears into a story of someone else’s, and while you still bite your dedication page as your own, the publisher’s page, the dedication page, and even the title page are all altogether gone, and no matter how old you are or how quickly you move, nor how attentive or well prepared you might be, there is nothing you can do except curl yourself into an ammonite and lock up everything you’ve ever claimed to be yours, light your candles and cigarettes, and put a record on the record player. There is no place like home that couldn’t become yours anymore.
You drink hard liquor from the bottle until you can touch the faces that you’ve lost, you can turn the hot water up in the shower until you don’t hear their voices anymore. There’s nothing like the sound of quiet that peels off the skin, or the sound of loud music blaring into your ears that you can play if you need to hold it back in.
You can **** the war and hate and heartache out of the brains and legs and holes of someone you barely know, but in a burst of snowy sunlight you’re only adding numbers to a score that heeds no winners at all. There’s no one that never shivers, no one that has never gotten splinters, there’s no one who is never been sick, there’s only the one’s who know what life is, and the one’s that lie about it. Only when you’ve lost your head can you see with your ears. I’ve found faces in my underwear that run fierce with rivers of tears. This is the waste that makes waste, this is the nerves that end nerves. This is the patch I placed on the moon, and the cold that stings every part of the body I know.
There is a bed somewhere, there is a town of people waiting to **** the person who lives in that room. There is the fire that consumes the bed, there is a child waiting there that’ll someday have to choose.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC
It circles around me,
it nuzzles its face next to mine,
shouting, "Don't be afraid!
It will work out in time!"
"But what if it doesn't?"
asks the doubting voice in my mind.
"Well than it will be a lesson to learn,
that patience and hard work
don't always earn you what you deserve."
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
We always feel entitled in life
That the world revolves around us
To have everything with no strife
The world bends to us, it must
Except that is not our right
We deserve is what we earn
After we work and we fight
This is what some don't learn
They think life is their's to bend
That they deserve strength and pride
But without work it will be their end
Fueled only by entitlement, they died
Our only God given privilege
Is the right to be happy
To pursue that ambiguous image
All else is earned ultimately
The good life is ours to pursue
No one allowed to stand in our way
Earning our keep is hard, it's true
But our right to life will never go away
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 2:18 AM UTC
Never thought this would be like this
These days only repeat
Like the waves of the ocean
Tired of all the glaring stares
That dare reflect my inner hate
And outer pain
(Chorus)
I can't get away
Even if I run away
What's chasing me
Can't be seen
Truth has been tossed away
Not meant to stay
But there are no means of escape
Because it is what I earn and deserve
Disagree silently
You killed my proof
Does it even make a difference to try?
This secret I kept locked away for so long
I should have never let you in
Too exposed to hold any protection
(Chorus)
Let the flame go...
(I can't get away)
Let the flame go...
(Never thought it would be this way)
Let the flame go...
(Even if I run away)
Let the flame go...
(I am not meant to stay)
Let the flame go out.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
I met up with Time
and had quite a talk with her--
she keeps stealing my minutes & hours
making my life
an absolute blur--
so I told her in no uncertain terms
that she'd better give back
all those minutes & hours
I worked so hard to earn
and she reluctantly shook her head
so woefully
and without much of an apology,
she looks at me,
saying that what she steals
she does NOT return--
And as for all those minutes she stole?
She said she let them burn...
****
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
There shalt cometh a time,
Kindled will be every rime,
Those who dislike them be pauper,
Those who like them will earn a zillion dime!
There shalt cometh a time,
Sailed will be every rime,
Those who sabotage shalt meet the reaper,
Those who help them will earn a lifetime!
There shalt cometh a time,
Loving will not be a crime,
Those who loved will be keeper,
Those who won't will repent after lifetime!
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
Running through the parallels of life,
Its easy to get stuck in your position,
Too stuck up and heart cold as ice,
They say life comes down to your decisions,
You think but from your own perspective
Not realizing your thought process is potentially destructive
Leading to a shock everytime you're surprised,
Good or bad, you smile it up in disguise
So if you choose to live in your own little world
And watch life slowly unfurl
Know that you are completely oblivious
Living in a world rather insidious
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Pity
I truely hate that word
Its so weak
So absurd
You can grovel all you want about your neglect
Or you can shut the hell up
And earn some respect
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
- "A college professor is someone who talks in someone else's sleep." - W. H. Auden
Off to teach once again.
Another semester beckons.
Students who don't read,
respect or understand words.
Colleagues mostly
young enough to be
my own children.
Migrant worker wages.
If only I had learned
a decent, honest trade,
like mortician or plumber,
I wouldn't be in this fix.
Oh well, we must all do
what will feed us.
Once more, into the breach.
- mce
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
I F Y O U E A R N L O V E T H E N
Y O U W I L L
N O T C H E R I S H I T !
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
Life is a pantomime
light hearted and plain.
It's behind you they shout
but it's all part of the game.
The villain is booed
by the on-looking crowd
but there is nobody there
when you decide to turn round.
You think that you know,
you think you will solve,
but the answers are gone
when at last you revolve.
Is it the king?
Or perhaps that old aunt?
Who's got two ugly daughters
who would tear you apart.
The boy with the buttons,
is he evil or good?
Or is it that carved out puppet
with that long nose of wood?
Who is the goody?
Who is it best to know?
Well we really can't say
till the end of the show.
Life is no pantomime
not so light hearted and plain.
Full of caring and good
but also vile and insane.
No one shouts he's behind you.
Villains do not get booed.
You cannot always see them
as you're plied and you're wooed.
They are not always ugly.
they may never seem nauseous
so the only advice here
is to always be cautious.
Trust takes time to endear.
Trust is something to earn.
Trust is something that you need
very quickly to learn.
Never hand it to quickly
to anyone in the line
cause we all need to realise,
life is no pantomime.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Little girl
Big dreams
Bigger shoes
Small esteem
Shoes to fill
Space to grow
Fears to face
Love to show
Place to be
Things to learn
Hope to find
More to earn
Little girl
Big dreams
There’s more to find
Than what it seems.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Again the day had come
When I had concentrated on those coins,
That was all for mine but lost
And the cyclone rolled those dust with gust
Earn after born at my mother’s shack,
Penny to penny kept into my empty soul
Sounding low when filled with sorrow,
Blew all those through unknown hollow
The day had gone forever
And I am the Loser, lost more than I loss
Collect other coins that less than I lost
And the Lord will be paid the ultimate cost -
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC