"benefiting" poems
Are you a friend?
A wolf
Or
A ****** sucker?
Your aim my money,
Your happiness,
When you get me well off
You kiss me tight
When everything is right
You say honey
When in my wallet is money
You say hi
When you think I'm high
Just get to know
That my heart is No
More a joke!
My mind You choke
You always leave it bleeding
I now go weeding,
All the suckers
All the parasites
All the untrue friends
The cheats
And
The liars
Are up rooted
I am now new
I am genuine
Faithful to myself
I
Am
In need
Of a true
Self coexisting
And a mutual benefiting friendship!
Defined by true love,
Sacrifice
Devotion
Love unconditional
And
Development!
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
Did you know that if you don't stretch in the correct way, you might end up thwarting the entire purpose of your workout and suffer unwanted injuries?
Doing pre-workout stretches thoroughly will determine whether you are benefiting from your workout or whether it's worsening your muscle tear. Here are the major stretching crimes that you should never commit.
Not doing a proper warm-up
According to gym instructors worldwide, this is the most commonly committed crimes in any gym. A warm-up is a must before any kind of workout — cardio or weights — and must ideally last at least 12-15 minutes.
Assuming that stretching is a warm-up
Stretching and warming up is not the same. You need to warm up first, before you are ready to stretch. A slow jog or brisk walking on the treadmill is a good warm-up.
Rushing through your stretching exercises
Stretching should be for the entire body. You cannot skip any parts. Involve stretches that work your lower back, shoulders, calves, stomach, quads etc. You should not move from one stretch to the other in very quick succession because that may cause untoward injuries. Try to hold each stretch for 20 seconds. When you breathe deeply and hold the stretch, your muscles get trained to tolerate the maximum that your limbs can go to.
Giving stretching a skip after a workout
You have done an hour of strenuous exercise and now you just want to rush out of the gym; that is a huge mistake. Spend some time bending and stretching after your sweat session. Then, do a cool down before you leave the gym.
Not stretching every day
You need to be your flexible best always and that can only happen if you stretch daily, even on the days that you aren't gymming. This ensures that your gym days are more fruitful and that you make the most of them.
Not breathing properly
Breathing right is a very important aspect of stretching. Breathe naturally while you inhale through your nose, expand your rib cage and upper abdomen as you fill in your lungs. When exhaling, breathe out through your mouth, preferably making an audible sound. This relaxes you. While stretching, you need to breathe out when you are exerting, that is, when you are actually contracting your muscles.
Doing static stretches
Never stand still and do stretches that work only one muscle. You should rather do stretches that work a group of muscles — like a lunge that stretches your upper hamstring muscle, your ankles and also your glutes.
Ignoring pain while stretching
When you are in the middle of a stretch and you feel pain, stop immediately and consult an expert. Your stretch should make you feel a gentle pull only, not immense pain. If you are hurting, you are doing it wrong. Rest a few days and then go back to working out under a qualified trainer.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
Ignorance is bliss,
really,
more like Stupidity.
an aspect,
benefiting a person,
like cold sore,
irritating,
an annoyance,
peevish to your life.
Face it, honey,
you’re as fake,
as your personality.
You’re plastic,
I could melt you,
if I truly desired,
setting a lighted match,
to your artificial body.
Please, take some advice,
lay off the make-up,
you look like a clown,
maybe a **********
Tanning is acceptable,
but looking dark orange,
is outrageous.
There is no need to look,
like you just rolled in bag of Doritos,
that’s Snooki’s Job.
There is more to life,
besides appearances,
waking up like P. Diddy,
sweet heart, don’t like be Kesha,
it’s ******
Partying is enjoyable,
but not necessary every night,
consisting of drinking,
frat boys, jocks, pretty boys,
saying “oh my god”,
or “I broke a nail”,
and precarious ***
I know you were raised with Barbies,
but you don’t have to be one.
Barbie is a piece of plastic,
containing no originality,
with an unfeasible body,
and isn’t real,
much like yourself.
Stop with the act,
no one wants to be,
around a person,
who is often intoxicated,
narcissistic,
and a ditzy *****
You can be a girly girl,
but be genuine,
stop being a follower,
if everyone jumps off a bridge,
then you’ll be splattered,
upon the ground with them,
no use to anyone.
My words are probably useless,
going right through the holes,
of yours ears,
attached to the plastic head of yours.
Anyways, I tried,
as excruciating as it was,
to reach out to you,
who are living this life,
of alleged greatness,
more like a travesty,
in my eyes.
Hopefully, you’ll change,
wake up from this social stupor,
become yourself,
regain your individuality,
and cease to be,
a Barbie doll.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
The Highest Excellence
The highest excellence is like (that of) water.
The excellence of water appears in its benefiting all things,
And in its occupying,
Without striving (to the contrary),
The low place which all men dislike.
Hence (its way) is near to (that of) the Tao.
The excellence of a residence is in (the suitability of) the place;
That of the mind is in abysmal stillness;
that of associations is in
Their being with the virtuous;
That of government is in its securing
Good order;
That of (the conduct of) affairs is in its ability; and
That of (the initiation of) any movement is in its timeliness.
And when (one with the highest excellence) does not wrangle (about
His low position), no one finds fault with him.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
Sacrificing all that within me, so that you can see him.
So what good is sacrificing my life is it is for naught.
For only revealing Christ love for you and healing.
Shall make my life worth living through sacrificing.
For only by his power shall I be able to reveal his truths.
But living a life, for myself only benefiting in this world.
Is one life wasted in lies and lost to true Freedom here.
For when you look at me, I want you to see Christ love.
When you read my poems, I want you to be healed by God not me.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
There must be a scapegoat, a faceless soul we can blame
when events unfolding never crease the right way
there needs to someone to take the fall
for our shortcomings, failures, mistakes and flaws
let's name it timing
the outlandish ideal with a sort of silver lining
benefiting our dreams or disappointing based on your outlook at the second
placing our losses on timing's plate, so to us it remains indebted
the divine invention we haphazardly sink our faith towards
faulting opportunity for not opening closed doors
falsely accusing an innocent occurrence with words of curse in nature
we'll just chalk it up to poor timing, and bury it for later
the concept of allowing an unmovable force dictate our actions
selfishly choosing when the timing suits our satisfaction
poor timing, missing the chance of a unmatchable proportions
minimal effort to a particular cause turned twisted words contortions
to cleverly claim the culprit, when your very actions displayed a lack of determination
it's not the moment's patience
that forces your will to put the act in motion
yet we chalk it up to timing, a peculiar notion
a cloak of deceit and disbelief we wrap ourselves in, blaming an unworthy malefactor innocent as the sun is bright
so let's just call it poor timing, leaving our passion-less actions out of sight...
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
Where will you find me
Among the reeds of this red river
Chopped up in pieces, never whole
'cause you were stolen from me
Will I overcome grief
Whilst other try to overcome greed
Feathers and souls under sand-littered ground
As I stand a wanting god
You cry for me
I hear you above me, I know
No one benefiting our love
No one knowing such is our loss
Look for me in the hand of the river
Know my whole is completed by you
Feather and soul, which is lighter
None are more pure than our love
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:25 AM UTC
I have always contemplated the purposes
of Mother Nature during nights
I couldn’t sleep due to her tears and screams
escaping the blooming clouds. I cannot grasp
how such a series of complex events could be summed up
all under a single name
and a single purpose,
but I have never had much faith in anything extraterrestrial.
I don’t mean to be cruel or depressing,
but truth is, I have always wanted to understand
how anything could have color when it was destined
to decay into the gray ground
with the unrealized hope of benefiting
future generations. Evolution is such an amazing thing,
but I believe Mother has
made mistakes in the goal towards an everlasting planet,
one that could or could not be alone
in its livelihood among the ever expanding space
of filling emptiness. Simple animalistic characteristics
could have been enough for the world to sustain itself,
and she could have flourished beyond every imaginable garden,
meadow, and dune we dream about, but as we know well,
sustaining only satisfies sadness. I think, for the first time in the universes,
this unattainable event under a single existing name
craved for something more than the “same thing”.
Somehow, and in some crippling way,
she changed the predictable process of change
to create something that would demonize the
innocence of this planet. Scientists always electrify the fact that
Darwin said natural selection is supposed to
allow beneficial characteristics in a species
to take precedent over others,
but has anyone considered the
evolution of self-awareness? I contemplate
this question often long into the nights and
sometimes until the weary sun cleans the black sky of its worries.
I try to ask the monsters under my bed,
the insecurities biting at the edges of my head,
the anxieties pounding at my torso,
and the disorders plaguing my lungs into peril for
suggestive phrases and clicks,
but I cannot get a straight answer because they themselves are
creations of this awareness. I wonder about this
evolutionary characteristic, and I wonder if maybe someday the future generations
will ever be able to escape the horrific results of this
survival technique. I pray that the planet turns in our favor
and allows Mother to be happy again.
I’m not sure this will ever happen, however,
because maybe even the single
most powerful existence we will ever be able to prove is real,
has its demons too.
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Don't tell me it was for my own good ,
if you're the one who benefiting from this mess .
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Held in the highest esteem but inept in equality
Unprecedented equality she can never guarantee.
Yet she is dimmed perfect.
Imperfect is aiding the poor at the expense of the bourgeoisie
Yet vice versa of this infamy is dimmed rational.
Rationally speaking, we all can't be rich.
Thus why there would always be tiers.
With the upper tier benefiting at the expense of the proletariat
Yet the humanists are seen as rivals
And stigmatized via false credence.
These men, rooted in selflessness are considered dangerous.
With their movement colloquially synonymous with political abhorrence
As long as we all can't be rich.
Pursuit for Capita is as futile a venture as underwater basket weaving.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
We are friends.
Our bodies are familiar.
My hand knows the creases and lines of your hands.
I have tasted of your lips with mine.
My mouth has traced the distance between your sculpted shoulders.
My body feels you shake when I kiss your tummy.
My nose is fond of your scent.
My fingers have gripped deep into the skin of your back.
My skin remembers the texture of your silky hair.
My eyes capture the essence of your presence.
But,
What does it matter?
What does it matter when
Your body is familiar with many bodies
Your hands hold other hands
You taste other lips
Your mouth traces other shoulders
Your body feels the shake of others bodies
Your nose is fond of many scents
Your fingers grip the skin belonging to others
Your skin remembers hair other than mine
and
Your eyes capture many faces.
And this benefits you
And it benefits the others
And I thought it would benefit me
But,
It killed me.
If you've ever been benefiting to someone,
You have not been their friend.
You have been used as their friend.
With benefits.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
she drove a block
through the middle
of my man and I
she performed it with a
callousness of ply
into his heart
she wormed her way
not a bit of feeling for
me did she display
all the time pretending
to be my friend
but only doing that
in benefiting her own end
she got what she
wanted so badly
my man fell into
her arms gladly
she hooked him
as a seductress
he was so readily
reeled into her caress
she robbed
she robbed
she robbed me blind
she pulled off the greatest robbery
robbing me blind
she took the love
of my life without any regard
only ever caring
for her home yard
she never gave a
thought to my emotions
when using her
sensual potions
my man she did
shrewdly impound
spinning her spider web
around and around
out of our bed
he did stray
she had the bait which
caused our love to fray
she robbed
she robbed
she robbed me blind
she pulled off the greatest robbery
robbing me blind
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
Don’t stare below,
The heights to a higher place affright you.
The ground shook, the air frigid,
the people stood in shock.
You kept your balance.
you threaten to descend,
they send a plea,
begging you to ascend.
The others, calling you
to step off the ledge.
We’re not fools.
This isn’t a test,
We’re sorry you let your guard down,
Don’t let this get to you.
You’re not misplaced.
Risking your life,
Benefiting the satisfaction of others;
Won’t solve your problem.
Evaluate before you subjugate.
From your distance,
They’re just little specks in the concrete.
The limit is the sky.
You can become what your heart desires.
I’m cognizant of the stranger’s honest opinion,
They barely know who you are. They say what they’ve said before.
Why not change it?
Show them you’re incredible.
Prove to them you’re not a failure, be their friend - not their foe.
Explain to them what brought you this far,
I’m sure they’ll be happy to assist,
Give you a helping hand.
Take your time, I’ll be waiting.
When I turn back around,
I expect you to come back to me.
We all care, dear. It just takes a moment to find out.
To put your faith back and restore your trust.
We all have a purpose; you just have to set out and discover your own.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
It's not just white pages or Any pages ,but It's in what it contains anytime ... Every book has those pretty thoughts or Wonderful ideas that make us Benefiting from them greatly ... Books are our havens When we don't have any other places ... Our good friends are those pretty books ...
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
Why is it that
I am held to a standard set in stone
That you are able to treat like a mold
Why is it that
I am punished for not acting “lady-like”
Yet you are excused because “boys will be boys”
Why is it that
When I was a girl, I wasn’t strong enough to lift a chair
Because you, were the “strong boy” my teacher required
Why is it that
I am trained in passivity
While you are praised for being actively inquisitive
Why is it that
As I speak out, I am obnoxiously bossy
But as you speak out, you are a heroic leader
Why is it that
When insulting me, I’m a *****
But when insulting you, you are just a son of that *****
Why is it that
I can’t speak my truth because that would be emasculating
But you are entitled to, because your truth actually has value
Why is it that
—for the same action—
I am spat out, left ruminating in a puddle of self-doubt
While you are uplifted and encouraged
And, why is it that
I've internalized all of these messages, absorbing the ramifications
While you are able to effectively maneuver them, benefiting off of my downfall
Why is it that, now
I reflexively utter “sorry,” coating my rhetoric to please you
Why is it that, now
I instantaneously tell you, “no, it's ok” when
it isn't. ok.
Why is it that, now
When an adult man catcalls me, a teenage girl
I am taught that is my obligation to indulge him, be kind
So I am not further harassed
And, tell me, why is it that
I am taught to compromise my needs
To fulfill yours
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC
Its a horrible feeling. The feeling that everything you are doing is pointless. You know when I feel this way most? When everything I am doing is for me and me alone.
I spend so much time worrying about my goals, my passions, my desires..
When I accomplish these goals what do I gain?
A fleeting feeling of partial satisfaction at best. A pat on the back, a few more dollars in my pocket, a quick buzz. . However, when I see that what I have done brings SOMEONE ELSE joy.. That's a feeling of satisfaction that lasts.. When I know I have truly made a difference, then I feel true joy.
It makes sense really. It has to for the world to go on. Greed and selfishness lead to self-destruction. Maybe the person benefiting from the greed will gain but others will suffer. The world can not progress unless we are all progressing. We are all on the same team and most of us, at our core, desire the same thing. We all desire to be accepted and to give acceptance. To be loved and to give love.
If you think about it, love is the truest definition of acceptance. For the strongest love that humans can possess is is not the love that is sung about on the radio. That love comes and goes and is based on circumstances and actions of the giver and receiver. The strongest love is an unconditional love. A love that sees the immeasurable beauty of a soul and can't not love... Unconditional love means understanding and accepting every unappealing or inconvenient aspect of a being and choosing love anyway. Its not creepy or controlling its just there. .
And it always will be. This is the sort of love that Jesus talked about having for all humanity. If we could learn to love like that, just think of what our world could be..
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
The things we do.
The things we try and prove.
Are they really good for me?
Am I benefiting you?
Sometimes I don't know why.
I mean- I fight , I lose.
Why should I try?
My demons will never leave me.
Even if I push them out! I beg! I cry!
And I want you to see,
Only all the good in me.
But I have come to realize,
Sometimes things, they just don't die.
They only tend to multiply.
And I know what I've done shame.
I've taken all the blame.
I've stabbed at myself.
Tore myself up.
Said I'd never do again the same.
For you I want to be your Queen.
Right by your side,
You know what I mean.
Your side kick, your hero.
Your ultimate love. Your friend,
And everything in between.
But then I fail to live up to expectations.
To you, I bet that's an understatement.
It's only for you I tried to be-
I only ever tried to achieve-
Something I could not conceive.
And I am so in love with you.
I love everything you do.
But are you really good for me?
And am I benefiting you?
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
It is only a state of mind….
The back up…
The fun…
Everything is possible
With God ofcouse
The sophisticated part is that the things you do at the recent moment wil have that effect in the future,
If you don’t do away with things that are not import in any way in your life.
Resort more of your priorities to the right things especially that are lawful.
The law its self can be manipulative when controlled by Greedy and selfishness…
The Guptas are benefiting a lot of profit in business…
We live by the law that is a way of living.
The is alot of ways of seeking wisdom…
The One with all the wisdom is the Almighty God…
The Alfa and Omega…
The one with all answers…
Fame is only good when benefiting you all the lawful and good fruits,
Ofcouse the one’s you have earned…
Not because it’s your home town and your were once a high class celebrity, who can’t really afford to take himself/herself out to a middle-aged chilling salon for some birthday celebration…
No pun intended…
You must be your own
You must hustle up….
Pusha, Phanda, Pressor
You can push away all the things that are valueless to your future well being, not important in life.
Phanda boss “Hustle, use your given skills and knowledge to work for , God given gifts”
You must make a living…
Your days of being a baby have passed away..
Buried in the existence of life.
Press the right buttons,
Less probabilities of a breakdowns that can affect the whole operation of your life and end up with a lot of lost time not in space but on earth in reality.
I reapet that quote again ” Time wasted is never regained”
It is normal to have fantasies
If you have a lot and they are not realistically possible,
then you are in trouble…
The state of mind will only crash if you don’t have a solutions and fear has conquered your life, and strengthen shock to take your life away forever.
Guard the state of mind…
Guard you sanity so you can have your own…
Remember the state of mind is your own aslo…
God blessed those who never had the full mental support…
They are my people I can’t put a blame on innocent fellow brothers and sister…
We understanding the condition and have faith in God.
The plans about you were the before you were even born, seek info you will understand better.
Some where some how it was supported by some factor/factors, very few unfortunately one’s…
God is not a fool.
The state of mind I reapet…
Don’t only focus on it, don’t be stereotype
Faith is good in an amazing way also…
God is good always…
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
Escape from captivity pulled off
when I came of age
boyhood begrudged,
and bested by brigandage,
but willpower sans declaration
of independence begot bravery
against British brutes
bridging caper (involving collusion)
to bust loose from cage,
and trappings forcibly to plunder artworks
and sculpted treasures
by classical masters
without causing damage
taught by professional thieves
requiring minimal equipage
whereat over time footage
sordid memory constantly replayed
plunder and pillage unwittingly
fostering getaway
from hell raising gambits
planting seed to gauge
optimal instance cut footloose
cutting dashing Dickensian goniff
to feign criminal shenanigans
running rampant with militant spunky gangs
"FAKING" das spies zing
trumpeting hostage killing
and taking, nonetheless
swallowing bitter pill
reeking havoc as honorable image
in order to survive
within world wide
web of criminals (especially
an unwelcome foreigner),
where skills as buccaneer
really put to test, and tried
maximum lawlessness partaken
in (dolled up) guise suppressing shied
pitifull looking indigent vagabond
self away by donning
"FAKE" whippersnapper
benefiting getting to sally and ride
always exuding patriotic pride
pleasing ghosts of founding fathers
against their autonomy from
crown weathering woe be chide
recrimination impossible
to enforce as bride
of Lady Liberty opened arms for those,
who made dangerous journey
across avast ocean
only to confront (whodunit) thuggery
this lifestyle ****** looting,
and burning WITHOUT choice,
but guilt aye didst abide.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Retrospective many generations since
marking birth of a nation
(The United States of America),
now mecca, sans land of milk and honey
current president imposed antithetical ration!
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
title then poem.
begin
fists clinched
my thumb hurts
my leg needs to be stretched
oh and I should throw this away
what is she doing?
does she know my hurt
my pain
my death inside?
I thought I told her!
she wants to see things casual
she wants to see things easy
well as long as I am this way
you have to deal with it
I slouch
I sit up
tension I can not get rid of
My eyes wonder to the outside
to avoid her
when the hell?
hell will I let go?
what must I do?
my thumb has been hurting
why I don't know
It shakes too
but I don't know
I thought I told her.
why must I see her this often?
it is as if she is ignoring it
she wants things back to "normal"
she wants things casual
casual, ha
she eats her sandwich and laughs
as if nothing has happened
she looks to my eyes for a smile
for any sign of change,
of letting go
the other one sits quietly
I wonder how much she knows
I wonder if she cares
at least she and I are comfortable with each other
thank God she is there
I can not think of the torture that
would be if it were just the first and I
I look to the cars
which could easily **** me
if I took but one "wrong" step
what words can I shout to
describe the pain that I inflict
upon myself?
why do I harm myself?
why do I hold on to that which is killing me?
you would think it would be easy to
pick off a leach from your lower leg
instead of watching it get bigger and bigger
what is it doing for me?
this is a parasitic relationship
not a mutual benefiting one
I need baking soda or something
I think I have some in the kitchen
if not a leach that I can take off, albeit painful
some of this must be on me
not thirty minutes can I go without getting distracted
it's never been like this
I can't wait to see if it gets worse.
that will be fun lol
I just can't wait
"I sing because You are good
because You are good to me."
ok fine
I said I would be more thankful
and I am, but I am impatient
I go to beer to escape that which is inescapable
and then regret it
and then regret ever meeting her
and then regret that I regret
will I even graduate?
this poem is useless
I don't know the first thing about myself
at least God knows me better than I do
better than I will ever know
at least He is on my side
He will help me.
won't He?
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
Deregulation.
Deregulation.
That's what Trump says
Is going to save the nation.
To hell with the environment
And social media activist memes.
Let the coal industry dump
Coal debris in rivers and streams.
Forget greenhouse gas emissions.
There are rules to rearrange,
Repeal, expunge, delete, rescind…
Who cares about climate change?
Good-bye to banking restrictions.
Give tighter controls the ax.
Down with all consumer protections!
Three cheers for Goldman Sachs!
Who needs the EPA?
Why do all the activists seethe
When factories pollute the air?
The air is JUST something we breathe.
Caveat emptor--
That's the rule that's going to last.
Caveat venditor
Will become a thing of the past.
Benefiting the 1%
Has to be a worthwhile goal.
How else will those at the top
Keep the people under control?
Through rollbacks in regulations
Runs one common thread:
Relief for the corporations;
The rest of us can all drop dead.
Deregulation.
Deregulation.
That, according to Donald Trump,
Is going to save the nation.
- by Bob B (4-17-17)
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
wordless extended hands
from those months of moments
treasure maps torn and buried
in soft sand scorched of life
seeds wating for soothing rain
to grow and accept exhalations
and return the breathes fuller
what could be said would never explain fully
it must be sung
vibrations of those learned lessons still echoing
returning as unlearned ones
future is past's mirror
and there are still chasms to explore
a warm hearth waiting to be built
an unmade cabin deep and far in the forest
counting your credit score, looking at the green line patiently
throngs of wanderers looking up to the balcony
the conjunction benefiting more than just those present
love without possession
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
people seek only what they perceive to cause them good
people need attention, everything you or I do is for attention
I would not be posting poems on the internet if I did not want affirmation
you do nothing 'for yourself' or 'because I like to'
you 'like to' for a reason, because it serves some benefit
people are manipulative, they will use speech and body language to get what they want
people lie and steal and hurt
but they do it not because they know it is evil-
no, no one chooses to do an action that will cause them evil-
they do it because they are selfish
because the survival and progression of an individual
depends on the strength of his own self-interest
and it is in our nature to be selfish, that is just how we are
and the sooner we are honest about it, the better
for people can improve and work to benefit others
(but that will never be purely altruistic- benefiting others makes you happy-
therefore people give to others for themselves)
there are so many negative connotations to
'attention-seeking' and 'manipulative' when that is what each of us do,
every single day,
destroy these stigmas surrounding the truth-
the truth is, we are selfish,
but that is okay,
because that is who we are,
and that is who we have to be-
I have come to terms with this because I had to
you can never expect people to be more than they are
you must love them for all of them, rather than just the parts that are good or easy
all we have is each other and we cannot ignore that
because you have a choice in this world:
be ignorant of what people are, and hate them
be knowledgable of what people are, and hate them
be ignorant of what people are, and be deluded
or be knowledgable of what people are,
and learn to love them anyway.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Why do you waste your energy?
You present that radiant smile.
hug me like
our touch will stop,
the desperate pleas of those in need.
Why?
I need for you to see the truth
think of me like a robber
entering your holy presence
I'm faking,
rounding up your feelings
stowing them away,
and you still think
I'm benefiting
I'm not
and in the dead of night
dressed all in black
the brightest thing about me
is the smirk
escaping my lips
I take your feelings and sell them
use the pleasure I gain as an escape
from the numbness
tearing my soul to shreds
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC