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Purpose.Purpose.

What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.

What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.

What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.

What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.

What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.

What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.

What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.

What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.

What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.

Kela Lewis-Morin
The BulliedThe Bullied.

He never enjoyed going to school.
He used to bunk whenever he had the chance.
Although he was not one for breaking the rules.
He refused to submit to their ignorant demands.

He told his teachers about his problems.
How he got bullied every lunch and break time.
They said they would find a rapid way to solve them.
Somehow his confessions filtered through the grape vine.

The bullying became more intense and extreme.
He began wearing long sleeved t-shirts to hide the marks.
He knew his parents would only label him as a troubled teen.
But he yearned for their understanding and supportive remarks.

Eventually he tried tal
Unconscious Epiphany.Unconscious Epiphany.

I thrive and depend on your compliments

And it is only then as a direct consequence,

Am I truly able to write with confidence.

Even though your words are only temporary.

I deem your contribution as utterly necessary,

In order to refresh my wavering, selective memory.

My own validation depends on your approval.

Whether it is congratulatory or discouragingly brutal.

Your input is the one thing that is most crucial.

Can I call myself a writer if I don't believe in myself?

When I constantly seek approval from everyone else?

How can I then expect to make any sort of wealth?

Of a craft and skill I still think any
SurvivalSurvival.

Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.

Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.

We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.

We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.

We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as w
ObsoleteObsolete.

Everyone is too wrapped in their own lives to even care about yours.

                                 But what they fail to remember is that this earth is only the first of many floors.

Tears cascade, smiles appear and fade while the universe continues to ignore,

                                               As they impatiently knock and wait outside life's man made divisible door.

So when they become to self involved in the successes of their own cause.

                                                                   Just remember this world,

                                                                   This univ
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.

You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.

When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.

As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.

You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.

But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool

Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw
Self-InflictedSelf-Inflicted

I just hate myself.
  I hate the life that I lead.
    I hate the things that I've done.
      I keep trying to figure out.

       Where it is exactly that I went wrong.
    No matter how hard I try to evade
  And blame others for my actions.
At some point I am forced to accept.

  That the problem resides within me
    And the answer remains absent.
      I am the common dominator.
        I am
They SayThey Say.

They say there is always a silver lining.
But right now my future looks bleak.

They say the sky is the limit.
But my vision is blocked by a mountain peak

They say life is a game.
But I was never any good at hide and seek.

They say were all different.
But does that mean that were all unique.

They say everyone wants to win.
But I have no desire to compete.

They say there are plenty more fish in the sea.
But they didn't say whether the water's shallow or deep.

They say everyone is searching for the same answer.
But I have'nt got it in me to cheat.

They say I'm too negative.
But I know this also comes hand in hand with d
Reality Verses The DreamReality Verses The Dream.

Above the confines of the earths atmosphere.

I am embraced by the luminous clouds.

With the stars in reaching distance.

Surrounded by the acoustics of the sea.

Accompanied by the alluring scents of nature.

Observing the planets that stand like monuments.

This is the place where my body wants to be.

These are the sights my eyes want to see.

This is place where my mind can be free.

This is the only place where I can truly be me.

Now back to reality.

And the self perpetuating insanity.

Constricted by the codes of a conscripted morality.

Living in a world that is drenched in disparity.

How will I ever be a
Vindictive Thoughts.Vindictive Thoughts.

Evil, is knowing better
   
But purposely doing worse.
       
Toying with love by the tether
             
And laughing when it hurts.
                 
Prevailing by any measure
                   
With no intention to reimburse.
                         
Flaunting stolen fabricated treasures
                         
Gaining what you never truly deserved.
                             
To live a life of complete leisure
                             
And never keeping to your words.
                             
Manipulating and applying pressure
                               
Be
PerfectionPerfection.

She lodges her fingers down her throat.

Clasping onto the wall as she recklessly chokes.

She reinserts her fingers back in forcibly.

Deliriously trying to make her body thinner.

She swoons and slumps to the floor nauseously

As she attempts to regurgitate her dinner.

Her throat aches as she screeches out coarsely,

With her hand covering the image in the mirror.

Her head now rests on the on the rim of the toilet seat.

She wants to eat but she just has not got in her.

She desperately begins to scream out inaudibly.

Her mouth now tastes of something pulpy and bitter.

She examines the red color of the fluid cautiously.

Re
The Connecticut Massacre.The Connecticut Massacre.

He was described as quiet, shy and socially awkward.
He was not the type to be loud, abrasive and forward.

He was highly intelligent and kept his thoughts to himself.
He didn't posses the tools to communicate with anyone else.

Whenever he spoke, his words felt forced and fake.
Who knew back then how many lives this man could take.

The realisation of his isolation was activated by the school premises.
He was never able to see his peers as friends but only as his nemeses.

But when he was home his alienation became none existent.
He was able to laugh and smile without any form of resistance.

The constant contrast
One Way ConversationOne Way Conversation.

Why are you like this?
You're driving yourself to insanity.

                                                   I really don't know.
                                       
UncheartedUnchearted

Home is where the heart is.
                                    
Where do you go if you have no heart?

The end is where the start is.

How can you proceed.

Without a fully motorized engine?

The inanimate body still bleeds.

How can we function and operate.

Without a soul purpose?

Love and pain refuse to cooperate.

Life becomes incomplete

                  &
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.

So if...

Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught

And

Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.

Then

Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.

Which means

Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts

And

Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.

It would seem then you are either one way or the other.

There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.

So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.

Because you can never know the person you one day might become.

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This Isn't OverThis isn't over

No matter how disastrous it seems,
There is always a chance to redeem.

Chin up look towards the skies
And you will see how time flies.

So you failed this isn't the end.
Everyone deserves a happy ending my friend.

Your not meant to succeed on your first try.
What kind of life would that be?
This you can not deny .

The fat lady hasn't begun her melody yet,
Don't pack it in because you might live to regret.

There are people around you that want to see you succeed,
You can use them as support should you feel the need.

Kind words from a unlikely sought.
With them these inspirational thoughts brought.

Hope, the be
Elysian FieldsElysian fields

A  brisk wind haunts the desolate temperamental sky.
One tree stands solitary against the turbulence.
They wander aimlessly among the  white flowers.
Of course they avoided it, with its dark charcoal exterior,
And its multiple coarse rigid fingers.
All light seemed to gradually disintegrate the closer they got to it.
The shade of flowers change to a darker more sinister tone,
Sometimes changing to a ruby red colour.

They have no place, expressionless faces wince with frustration.
They are doomed to an eternity of bleakness,
Trapped  they seek purpose, meaning.
But they almost made it…
Feet stomp back and fort
XX

X marks the spot
But what is on that spot?
X is something you once had
Is it right to go back?
X is usually a target
What happens if you miss it?
X's are used to end a message
But do they actually mean anything?

X is an indication you got it wrong the first time
Next time will you repeat this error?
X is an x for a reason
Can that reason change?
What does an x add to our everyday lives
Makes our Xistence Xtraordinary
So Y do X's effect us so greatly?

I cant Xplain

Algebra was never my strong point

All I know is anything multiplied by an X equals trouble

Kela lewis-morin

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Art.


Imagine...

The world is your canvas.

Society is your paint brush.

The people are your choice of colours.


What kind of picture would you paint?

How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?

Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?

Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?


I ask because every portrait I create,

Is inspired by what is already in front of me.

So is it possible to even recreate,  

Anything that the mind is not able to see.


The picture will always be the same

Because this life is all we know.

Where there is compassion there must be pain

Because it us who made it so.


Kela Lewis-Morin

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Something I wrote in my blackberry whilst trying to fall asleep last night lol I just got thinking about pictures and paintings and how this world is like a portrait. The question I ask myself is who exactly painted this picture we call life. I guess in this poem I am trying to make everyone think about if you had the chance to recreate the world, how would you make it different?
Is it even possible to make an image a part from the one we currently see? Everything we know and think of has come from somewhere which Is why I do not think it is possible to create a different picture. I hope it makes sense and I hope I am not rambling on a tangent lol Let me know what you think guys :)
©2012-2013 *KelaLewis-Morin
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*FollowinTheBlackBird Mar 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I like this very much. An interesting and inspiring concept.
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~Lore-Of-Destiny Jan 3, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
Love this :heart:
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Mood: Love ~mlphipps1991 Dec 31, 2012  Student Writer
I really like this and I feel like it gives people the control in their lives that they seek. I submitted it to my group #Artistic-Therapies, is that okay? The group is about how art impacts life and how art can be used as a coping mechanism or traditional therapy. I'd also love for you to join the group :) [link]
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~projectilewordvomit Dec 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I love the topic you chose-- art is very dear to me. You've also incorporated rhythm and rhyme nicely into this piece.
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~Keraniwolf Dec 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Beautiful. I think about this sort of thing sometimes, too. It's a hauntingly lovely kind of thought, in my opinion, and you captured it well.
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~Violet-Minds Dec 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
A beautiful depiction of our world.
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~sagederp Dec 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
nice~!
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~namesRUNdry Dec 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I had to think about what you meant by the last stanza. What is the pain referring to, I thought. After about 10 minutes and relieving myself in the restroom, I came to a conclusion. The pain is not seeing it happen in front of us.
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*Pereyga Dec 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
That's great =D
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~shehrozeameen Dec 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I wouldn't make it different - I can't, I just look at paintings and wonder whether it is even possible...

Is it possible? I don't think so... Or I lack vision...
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