"motivates" poems
Love is a violent act.
I mean, how does something,
So sweet and lovely,
Make you ready to commit,
Brutality and adultery,
And render us so incapable,
Of thinking past jealousy?
With red words fogging our eyes,
And a black void echoing between our ears,
I think love is a violent act.
For nothing like it,
Motivates us to tear down cities,
Dance in the ruins,
And rebuilt something new,
All for one person.
Love is a violent act,
That makes us take our hearts,
Pry, rip and tear slowly from our chests,
And lay it as an offering,
To someone who doesn't want it.
Love is such a violent act,
Melting our brains and controlling our tongues,
Numbing us to the fact that if we care, we will hurt,
Giving us an addiction worse than that to drugs,
God, it made us do so many things we shouldn't have done.
Love is such an unforgivable,
Violent,
Act.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
They say pride comes before a fall
Which I do not believe at all,
For how would we progress unless
We can take pride in our success?
'Tis pride in success I believe
That motivates us to achieve.
So whether they be big or small
Celebrate your achievements all!
Take pride in any job well done
And apologise to no one!
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
I'll make your words my playlist...
and I'll play them over and over again
I'll put them on repeat...
so I am reminded that I have a friend
It is medicine to my ears...
No remix or night core modification could compare
The music that motivates my heart to keep dancing...
The beat that makes my heart keep throbbing... to show that I care
I'll make your words my playlist...
and your sentences my harmony to my melody.
No billion dollar offer could make me sell your albums...
Because you sang each word... to me... and for me... so heavenly...
Let me make your words my Playlist... and I swear...
I'll embrace and believe every word... every whisper... every breath... never to be on-air...
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
I hope that someday you realize your good enough.
That you’ll finally find a person to love you unconditionally,
To make all the others disappear and be gone into nothingness.
That he’ll be the one to comfort you and buy you pizza and a smoothie on the bad days.
That he’ll care when your upset and be there for you when your down.
To stick by your side through the bad times so the good times are a breeze.
i hope that someday you realize your worth.
That all this time you were better than the person you made yourself out to be.
That you realize you deserve the constant attention and midnight laughs.
You deserve to finally believe him when he tells you, you’re beautiful because they rest never cared to prove it to you.
I hope that someday you feel loved.
And that you stop pasting a smile on your face and calling what you have love
That you don't have to lie to people when you argue that he cares about you.
That you feel loved by someone you can see yourself spending the rest of your life with.
I hope that you find a man one day that will look at you with glaring eyes.
Hopelessly, insanely in love with you enough where he cant take his eyes off you.
That he shows you off and flaunts you around because he feels so lucky.
I wish for you a gushey gewy disgusting love that people roll their eyes over.
I hope you finally love yourself enough to allow him to love you
That he only boosts your confidence.
That he makes you feel like the absolute best version of you.
I hope he motivates you to get things done
that he is the best thing for you.
I hope you can let him in
Allow him to love you.
So you can witness all the beautiful in love.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
U gave me that leaf, & said u were never gonna leave, Cause we were meant to live, now I have to Outlive & conceive the pain of grieve,
Who are u to tell me when to meditate? Please go your way and don't dictate, I have been born to innovate, Learn from me and don't aggravate,
Why dig into my past just to excavate things and deliberate , Yet you imitate and commentate and say it irritates, Never hesitate to prostate, Cause it elevate and motivates my innovative.
Even if your silences grieve so loud in my ears, I will never freeze, I will always leave, Because I never lived, I am never relief, I can't be pleased, Even when u sneeze. It only aggravates my pain when I eat, Dats the reason I refused to breath.
How can you call me fake When that's what you are, What you are is what I say , What I have seen is what am saying..
Fake, fake, fake, Fake u are like fanta Colorful yet distrustful Great pleasure Hidden smile, Full of Fantasy, deceitful u are.
You said u were my friend, then why stab me twice and expect me to talk once, U have twined &twisted; me, Enough of the Glossy bossy, mischievous in motivation, Malicious in thought,
Why judge when you can settle to be a judge in a jungle Stop been unjustly, & learn to be justifiable,
Now it's time for u to leave , superstitiously I have lived suspicious u have been, Dangerous you have become, Unpredictable you are , You're definitely a ********* You're never my friend
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
How Poets routinely tell lies or truth with great "sincerity"
and earnest projections of "poetic charisma" and lashings
of "who me tell lies?".
and yet they routinely avoid truthfulness, in case they forget the power of lies and truth, in their search for fame.
Mesmerised by its attendant celebrity groupmind and of course its wealth..
Indeed Poets don't want to know that truthfulness
has nothing to do with truth.
Indeed Poets don't want to know that truth
is a lie and a lie is truth,
two sides of a darkened mirror
and both are equally valueless
except for seeing false faces in..
Poets bleat on about how the shackleable object of their 'love' ,
she or he, are not theirs to own
or categorise or monopolise.
yet they keep on expecting full submission
and just getting an empty back,
and a disappearing set of footprints.
Like the sheep and goats that Poets are,
they bleat on endlessly
about their wants their wants their wants.
They want fame as Poets--disguised as distribution deals.
They want contracts to produce garbage for HallMark--as if..
They want **** licking critical acclaim--from **** licking critics.
They want international poetry prizes from aesthetic morons--
wearing Armani suits.
They want Groupies--but not *******
They want Media eulogies--but not truthfulness.
Always are they deliberately forgetting that
"you cant always get what you want".
The last thing that Poets want is what they need most of all.
They really need
An end to the narcissism of those
that want to be called "poet"--in your dreams.
An end to the juvenile arrogance that motivates them to put up strings
of meaningless associated words
and vainly call them poems.
An end to childish immaturity, and inchoate meandering
through other peoples words and experiences, stealing others lives
and characters.
Always incessantly pretending that because
they can read the words of others
that they have also shared their experiences--indeed their experience was deeper wider higher.
In another day and age of non-violent sensibility
these kind of Poets would
be called thieves and liars.
In this day and age they scribble emotional garbage
and pretend its "poetry"--encouraged by intellectual follies.
As poets they have become walking proto cash registers.
Sin Verguensa.
Sin Verguensa.
Sin is Spanish for without.
Poets are SIN integrity.
Poets are SIN Truthfulness.
Poets are SIN decency.
Poets are SIN.
Im so glad I could never be mistaken for a Poet.
Wouldnt want to be mistaken as a poet.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
Sip, sip, sip, is how it starts out
when you're feeling a little down.
Clug, clug, clug, is when it could end
when you're nearly about to drown.
Sad and depressed, motivates the hand
to delve into the cans in the fridge.
One by one, this helps you no?
By twelve I feel like slipping from a bridge.
"I'm a **** man, let's break out the Jack."
My body numb, the pain subsides away.
Emotions mean nothing, neither does life
I got in my car, and reversed out my driveway.
Not really knowing, where I would be going
my mind buried deep down in a hole.
Following the lines on the outskirt of town
they lied and took me head on in a pole.
When I was found, people couldn't believe,
the horrific picture they'd seen.
My parents never imagined, this day would come
they would suffer a funeral for their teen.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes
Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end
The purpose of sitting is not to be satisfied or satiated
Because the timepiece not only serves a purpose, it is adapted to that
purpose
Except it was a secret purpose
The world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without foundation,
purpose, weight or shape
People in collective idleness are even more repellent than when purpose
motivates them
God, glass, my townspeople! For what purpose?
His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store them in our bones
Lately, as have you, I have thought about our war and its purpose
To have a season for every purpose, Ecclesiastes was right about that
Names of plants, languages of mammals, purposes of insects, placement
of rocks
My friend who is counselor to kings and presidents never lacks purpose
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Not to say there is no purpose necessarily, I just don’t immediately get it
Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet, death
for the right cause
Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose, protect the
young from the janjaweed, the crop from the ****
The knight, the penitent misses last assessment of life’s purpose,
babbling for God to appear
I mean your entire purpose should be living, you must take living
seriously
Sleep with a purpose
Or lose all purpose beyond ****** child *** and food hoarding
Counting is associated with primitive forms of writing, that is the
purpose of poetry
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world’s innumerable
wonders
Their corners sharp, their lines exact, as if their purpose was to show
the plane geometry of snow
That’s when everything becomes clear, purpose v. purposelessness
matters less
Lonely physics, national purpose
This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)!
We will live with the question What was our purpose?
If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose, we lose our
desire to stay here—and we die
The men who left the machine have started their own business, a new
endeavor by which they will keep warm and purposeful
You go the way of an unknown soldier, unable to assess the purpose of
the battle
Let Greece then know my purpose I retain, nor vex with new treaties my
peace in vain
And shake the purpose of my soul no more
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
Foggy morrows alluding to the rest of day,
a grand mystery of what will be,
enshrouded in mists mans mystery motivates,
it calls upon our curiosity to investigate
and pursue misty shadows lurking and lingering.
What new mysteries shall be in this new day?
What marvels may be obliged to see?
Ah, this fabulous foggy morrow holds such marvellous,
deeply seeded, and enshrouded in curiosity, mysteries.
Oh the Foggy Morrows such relevance to life
I see in you, despite the foggy nature of your being.
Tho’ only temporary, your mystery shall reveal things
later becoming old, that is what you do,
Oh dearest Foggy morrows.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
In the middle of Paradise is the forbidden fruit
Tortured by the beauty; pained by the limitations
A heart is touched, the feeling, a beautiful sensation
A energy that moves and motivates
The forbidden fruit; on the mind, continuous replay
They say let it go; move on
but it plays in your head like a favorite song
If someone gives you life and makes you strong
Do you want to be right and forever long
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
The foundation of selfishness
Has much to do with wanting and desiring
And places a heavy focus on
Thoughts of obtaining and acquiring.
The instinctive ego takes control
And motivations become self-centered.
We're often heedless and unaware
Of the shadowy place that we have entered.
Naturally, self-centeredness
Colors what we think and do;
But NOT wanting and NOT desiring,
On the other hand, can be selfish, too.
Wanting: selfish? Not wanting: selfish?
How--we might ask--does that make sense?
NOT wanting may substantiate
Our way of life at others' expense:
Not wanting others to share the same freedoms;
Not wanting others to have the same rights;
Being silent when seeing injustice;
Ignoring people's struggles and plights;
Not acknowledging the efforts of others;
Not desiring to work toward peace;
Not wanting to know oneself;
Not caring if hatreds cease;
Being indifferent to the happiness of others;
Not allowing others to progress;
Not wanting to know how to fix
Our planet once we've made a huge mess.
NOT wanting in many ways
Speaks as loudly as word or deed,
And we become helpless victims
Of our sad and varying levels of greed.
What motivates us really?
Do we know, or do we care?
Is it safer NOT to know?
It might seem so, but beware.
- by Bob B
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
I remember relapsing on the floor of my mothers basement.
I still remember what it was like to feel my conscious
leave my body and
float into a complete world of
darkness.
There were no pretty patterns or
surreal hallucinations.
The bright light that everyone
spoke of
was not there
and I wondered
if I was to blame for it
being gone.
And at the same time,
I remember what it was like to wake up.
To see my mother, father,
brothers, sisters
and friends
standing over me.
Crying helplessly wondering if I would
ever be the same again.
I remember what it was like to look into their eyes.
And I remember what it was like to push every single one of them away.
I remember what it was like to argue and walk out on
the same people that said they would
always be there.
I remember because it was the only time in my life that I
truly didn’t care.
But here I am today.
Trying to find the words to make you believe
that I am a better man.
Here I am,
pulling truths from parts of me
that I have not visited in years.
But being transparent does not
******* me like it used to.
It motivates me more than
ever before.
This shaky,
raspy,
unattractive voice of mine
is all I have.
And by any means,
I am going to use it.
There’s only a few other things
I was put here to do.
And if speaking
even when I’m not
spoken to
somehow
saves my life,
then so be it.
Because I remember
what it was like to
keep everything bottled up
and how it got me
absolutely nowhere.
I remember being stepped on
and squashed
as if I did not matter.
I remember what it was like to have
no faith in myself
because that was what everybody
taught me to believe in.
That it was wrong to step out of line
if it meant losing friends or
loved ones.
And I believed them because I didn’t know
anything different.
I didn’t have any independence.
I didn’t have anything to stand for.
I was just a little kid,
four-foot-something,
trying to make it through
another day.
And for every night I prayed
for tomorrow not to come
to a God that I do not believe in,
it always came.
And even though this embodiment
of doubt,
that is my existence,
has never been a breeze-
I can only hope that it has been
worth fighting for.
That every day and every night
I spent hungover or
strung out on the floor
did not go in vain.
And all I can do now is work hard
every single day.
All I can do now is give every ounce
of energy that I have to
making a difference
on people that are going through
what I’ve been through;
to give someone a voice that is
comfortable and
familiar.
and despite the cliché,
maybe even some hope.
Because I remember what it was like
to figure it out
all on my own.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Almighty Jehovah God
Sovereign Lord of the Universe
Created the Earth and sky
The Stars and the Moon
Galaxies and Molecules
The Ocean and the Mountains
He created Mankind
In his Image
Jehovah God
Created the Beginning
Time Indefinite to Time Indefinite
He created Life Everlasting
He spoke through his Angels
And made Righteous Laws
Laws to be followed
For Everlasting Life
Jehovah God
He is a Lover of Justice
He is Vigorous in Power
He is Holy
He is Creative
He has Divine Wisdom
He is our Refuge
He will Restore Us
Jehovah God
He is Humble
He is Self-less
He is Love
He is Fair
He is Merciful
He is Patient
He is Compassionate
Jehovah God
Father Almighty God
Provided a Way
Atonement
Forgiveness
Truth
Life
Love
Jehovah God
Gave his only Begotten Son
A Ransom for our Sins
For Everlasting Life
Our Reigning King Christ Jesus
Made in Perfection
The Word of God
Our Savior
Jesus Christ
The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived
Lowly in Heart
Brave as a Lion
Healer of the Sick
Wise Teacher
Obedient
Preacher of the Good News
Jesus Christ
An Example
A Leader
A Student
He Compels Us
He Motivates Us
He Moves Us
He Saves Us
Jehovah God
Has called to my Heart
He knows my Mind
He sees my Potential
He knows my Sins
He knows my Repentance
He knows my Hope
He knows my Faith
Jehovah God
In your Son Christ Jesus Name
I am your Witness
I love Your Word
I will Follow
I will Lead
I will Love
I will be an Example
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 6:21 AM UTC
January 16th: I am running in circles.
January 17th: Reality is just a figment of one's vivid imagination.
January 18th: The exit of the co2 from my lungs, to my mouth, and then the atmosphere. Expand and contract my brain. Expanding is new found knowledge and contracting is the loss of knowledge. Thus, my intelegence is relative to the amount of gasses in my brain.
January 19th: Secretly, you control me.
January 20th: Over the next two hours, you slowly drift back to reality. The once sea bound boat is approaching land and, with each passing wave, you are coming closer to sobriety.
January 21st: What is this love you speak of?
January 22nd: A numbing sensation has paralyzed my arms. I can feel a million little creatures with in me. While they crawl beneath my skin, they leave their path of serenity. The ecstasy, that races to my heart. To touch my blood with a soft kiss and slowly warm my frozen body.
January 23rd: We will be forever hoping, forever wishing, and forever praying to find love. A feeling our primitive minds will never understand. In this age love will never be found because the passion that created us, has left this world.
January 24th: Sometimes I feel like:
I am exiled by my own people, searching for another lost soul in this desecrated world. The only remnants I have of people are the skeletons of wanderers from long ago. Each lonely corpse I see I become more and more afraid. In fear, I run through this land of broken dreams. I am running in circles. I am lost. Back to where I began my quest I realize this land is hell and I am alone. In time I will soon become another lost soul. My desire to leave this place motivates me to keep walking. This keeps me sane. In the distance I see a figure shinning through my haze of hopelessness. Is this a hallucination? Or am I not alone in this world?
January 25th: Sights are sounds and sounds are sights.
January 26th: I am falling to apart trying to fix your broken heart.
January 27th: **** and be ******
January 27th: The warmth of a fire can warm the coldest of hearts.
January 28th: In the rain, I carry no disguises.
January 29th - January 31st: I am relapsing
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC
The FBI chief, Mr. Comey,
was loved by Trump like his best *****
For he went around hintin'
about emails and Clinton,
making Trump fans excited and foamy.
But then Comey provided reflection
upon Trump aides and Russian connection.
Trump did protest and howl,
stamp his feet and cry foul,
for the tide has turned since the election.
Trump thinks Comey is guilty of slander,
though his Hillary probe raised no dander.
So I guess Trump's excuse
is what's good for the goose
simply does not apply to the gander!
So why Donald Trump am I hounding
through this verse and this poetic pounding?
It's Trump's hypocrisy
that so motivates me
and we're used to it!... That's what's astounding!
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
My eyes weren't burned blind with hot oil
I am not a brainwashed cult member
I do not think ignorance is bliss
And I see lies and truth as night and day
Some people speak to me
Like I've never walked outside my door
As if the truth could **** me
"But I'll tell you anyway"
We've all heard that one before
I know what's happening
I know that I am not the only person you're seeing
I know that you're vicious in your animalistic ways
The animalism that society identifies as "manly"
I'm sure others have received the text
The phone call
The words that make us feel needed
The words that make me feel like I am doing something I want to do
Even if I don't
I know that you're not perfect
I know that your mind is obsessive
And compulsive
And meticulous like neat stacks of paper
Or freshly cut grass
I still don't know how you value me
As a person
As an object
As a heart
As a brain
It could be any of the listed above
And even though you're not the perfect gentleman
I understand that people aren't perfect
I'm not blind to your mistakes
No one is covering my ears
Or hindering my senses
The truth is right in front of me
You are the truth
People look at me
As if I am an orphaned child
A recent widow
Still in denial because of the trauma
That life has presented to us
I know that you can be horrible
Cruel and abusive
At the same time
I know you can make me feel like the only person who has ever rested in your arms
And even if I'm not the only one
I know I'm not the only one
I accept it
Because your presence makes me feel better about myself
Your face motivates me to do well in all I do
Your body encourages me to run for miles and do hundreds of lunges
Maybe I'm using you just as much as you may be using me
We're messed up and mortified and scarred
"You can do better" they say
"You deserve someone who will treat you like a princess because you're intellectual and pretty"
What if I don't want that
What if all I want is to complacently stay
In a place that I don't necessarily belong
But it feels right
So I do
And that's why they think I'm blind
Senseless
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
Am made of black
Am a true symbol of a black
Strong
Powerful
Black is independent
Black is determined
Black is original never fades
Black remains consistent forever
Am made of black
Black is an attitude
Black is beautiful
Black is love
Black don't discriminate
Black accepts you for who you are
Irrespective of your race,color and religion
Am made of black
Black is patient
Black is caring
Black is accommodating
Black is brilliant
Black is intelligent
Am made of black
Black lives with you
Black inspires you
Black motivates you
Black is a leader not a ruler (Nelson mandela)
Black is an activist(martin luther king Jr)
Black is a rapper(2pac)
Black is a sprinter(Usan Bolt)
Black is a footballer(George Weah
Black is a singer(Akon)
Black is a poet(Me and myself)
Black is a friend(Akanbi Olawale)
We are blacks we are more
Black is made of more
I am made of more
I am original
I am beautiful
I am powerful
I am attractive
I am charming -----do you know why?
Because am made of black...
Am made of more ...
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Love is hurt wrapped in a beautiful disguise
Love is lies
Stalks your soul
Steals your breathe
Fills you with false hope
It keeps secrets you never know till it's to late
Seldom does it stay
Whether we mean it or not
We are taught it's what you say
If **** you came first then guess what
Love is wanted as much as it's needed
Some abuse it
While others try to control it
Ignorant ones believe its just for straight ones
I seen women sell it because men buy it
Close your eyes to long she'll be gone to find it
Then be dishonest about it
Makes smart ones stupid
Turns good ones bad
Makes you smile then want to die in the blink of an eye
Its cruel and unfair
Takes and steals
Makes some run back to exes
Turning currents into exes
Making room for a friend to become your replacement
Leaving love to be a sign
That sign reads exit
May change everyday
It can fade with time
It laughs then cries or cries then laughs
It can go either way
The most powerful drug
We crave it
Its strong but not undefeated
Fills the hole our heart may have
It's unexplainable
Its hard to hold on to
Love is magic
Love is attractive
Can be tragic
Can't be taught
You can see it without hearing it
Love heals and motivates
Love
Its the greatest thing
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
Many hats on my head,
Many titles to claim,
I find it fulfilling to be,
Everything that motivates me.
One day I’m a fireman,
Another day I am a jailer,
This day I’m a poet,
Tomorrow I’ll be a mailer.
What’s funny is this,
A name and a shield,
Is merely a buck for a meal,
My ignorance is so bliss.
These paths are not me,
They are merely a guide,
For me to find whomever is me,
On a security guard’s salary.
To make films or to weep,
To keep jails or to sleep,
To fight fires or to leap,
Into this pen of little sheep.
Why is it that I,
Aim to be that guy,
Who’s career should imply,
That I’m “something” till I die?
An artist,
An actor,
An experiment of all factors,
I try hard to be somebody,
When I’m already my own everybody.
I’m exactly what I need to be,
In this world of all these faces,
Masks grow tight around these cheeks,
Why aspire to climb mountains,
And reach such heightening places?
I’m a detective one day,
An electrician by night,
A silly little dreamer,
Always ready to take on flight.
I’ll pilot this aircraft,
And spread my wings a’sailing,
Without prejudice or hesitation,
I may not always succeed,
But I’m never failing.
Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 12:20 AM UTC
Because of you,
I can say what's
on my mind,
laugh at myself
and put a smile
on a sad face.
I do the
impossible things
with the
right mind set.
Because of you,
I became better.
Your inspiration
motivates and propels
me beyond the limits.
Because of you
I became a superman
doing all kinds of
amazing and supernatural
tremendously incredible
great things with
giant strides.
Because of you
i can climb
all the hills
and mountains like
the Spiderman.
Because you are
by my side I
became more than
a conquerer.
Positivity became
my ally and
generates me to
a spiritual high.
Because of you,
I know everything
is working the
way they should.
And for that
my heart is so grateful.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
I thought when I realized what made me happy, what motivates me to work hard I could have peace.
Maybe it would make me better having this realization.
I pictured myself actually working hard and feeling motivated to something before 9 o'clock at night.
But then I didn't.
Why didn't I?
Why does it seem so hard for me?
It really isn't.
Finding out that I'm kind of just a disappointment because of my love for cramming my life with as much as I can didn't really help either.
I don't understand how it could be bad.
It just means I fill all that wasted time with not necessarily productive things, but certainly nothing bad.
Then, when I'm done at 9, it's productive time.
It's perfect!
for me...
But not so much when 9 o'clock doesn't roll around until breakfast or just before the bell rings.
And I guess not so much when I let them down, even though I still don't understand why.
Is that ignorance?
Like a puppy dragging mud through the house.
Never truly understanding why it's so bad cause he just went out to *** and came back in.
Only learning through the scolding looks and raised voices that he should avoid it, not because he agrees with his parents and thinks it's wrong.
It doesn't really even matter though.
The passion seems to be gone either way so why not cave in and learn to wipe my paws before I step in the door.
But I'm still searching.
My passion,
my motivation,
my strive,
they're all there just waiting,
waiting for me to find them.
So I keep searching.
I will find them.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, so grateful for all this overwhelming support--this motivates me to write even more--never thought people would even indulge what I write--thank you all so much <:<:<:<:<:
again you haunt again you prey
target my dreams on hopes of disarray
you know what that I like
seem to shield my tears from nights
drunk on a hell I feel I pleasurably delight
but what I don't
that biting hungover on the following bright
------ravenfeels
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC
Mother is a word with no description
But I will try to describe her through the power of inscription
I'll live up to the name 'son' with chivalry and bravery
To do anything otherwise would be emotional slavery
Mother is the one I go to when I feel weak
Every night before bed she gives me a kiss on the cheek
She motivates me to always do well
Letting mom down would send me to hell
Mother taught me to treat women with respect
Mother taught me to always expect
Nothing but the best from myself and others
I couldn't possibly ask for a better mother
She is always there when I need a helping hand
She inspired me to make a difference in this dying land
She taught me to always 'pay it forward'
If I fall a step back, take two leaps forward
Mother is the reason I work hard
Because of my mother, I always stand guard
A second protector next to my dad
I live lawful good, and do best not to act bad
I would take a bullet for Mom
Except then I'd be so sad to be gone
My mom and I don't always get along
But for her I'll do my very best to be strong
I love you Mother, you're my best friend
I'll love you until the very end
I'll surely be devastated once you are gone
But I will forever be honored to call you my Mom.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
What is it, that really stops you,
from inviting Christ into your heart?
Are you afraid of the responsibilities
or opportunities that can be imparted?
Have you taken quality time to thank God,
for the many blessings you’ve received?
How do you describe your current lifestyle-
living victoriously or partially relieved?
Where are you placing your trust each day?
Do you posses false hope in World systems,
or Hope in the principles of The Holy Word?
Where are you searching for the valuable gems
that will sustain your entire, life journey?
Are you energized with a real, Christian verve
that motivates your ongoing actions of Faith,
from knowing The Lord, Whom you daily serve?
Before it’s too late, open your heart to Him.
Take personal stock, look back and thank Him.
Open your eyes, look around and serve Him.
Look ahead via His Spirit and trust… in Him.
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Author Notes
Inspired by:
Rev 3:20; Psa 95:2-3; Gal; 3:6-9; John 12:26;
Rom 1:18-20
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC