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Changing LanesChanging Lanes.

Change is continuous.

Adjusting may be strenuous.

Some directions will be tenuous.

Not everyone can afford to be generous.

Life may have forced them to become selfish and venomous.

All we have are memories and pictures to remind of what once was.

They're there to remind us of all the phases, the pain and the love th

Home AloneHome Alone.

Everything becomes so much more dark and sinister whenever you are alone.
You're constantly on guard and overcautious just to answer your mobile phone.
Any slight disturbance or eerie creak and you begin to panic.
Retreating back into your secure settee conjuring up the most dramatic
Scenarios that have virtually no possibility of ever occurring.
But that never seems to stop the cogs from continuously turning.
You fasten all the windows and arm yourself with kitchen based artillery.
And man your position surveying the living room as if you were a member of the military.
Increasing the volume on your television set to dis

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

The Highway To Success.The Highway To Success.

Caught in the same cycle,
Venturing on different routes.
Dealt an equal amount of cards,
All attempting to follow suit.
Each path is only built for one,
So the other is destined to lose.
The hungry and the blind are equal,
But who is misleading who?
Multiple mouths moulded to lie,
Resulting in many truths.

So when you offer me....
A way out of this unfair world.
An opportunity to avoid the sheer cold.
To have the freedom of being brave innovative and bold.
A place where all of my dreams are promised to unfold.
Where all of my dreams will be mine to grasp and hold.
And my story will become an infamous l

Money, money, moneyMoney, money, money.

I laugh even though I don't find it funny.
How stressed I am because of my lack of money.

How much my life actually depends upon it.
How much the fate of my future actually rests upon it.
How easily you can lose friends because of the lust for it.
How friends can become enemies just because of the hunt for it.
My stress levels increase to the point where I have had enough of it.
I bury my woeful head because I know it is impossible to run from it.
Although I will always need money, I will never have any love for it.

Without money would there be such a thing as rich and poor?
Will the streets still be filled wit

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

Impulsive SpontaneityImpulsive Spontaneity.

Sometimes I have these random thoughts.

To live in the moment and don't care if I get caught.

Act out the first thing that comes to my mind.

And for no one to label me as out of my mind.

Just do something spontaneous like…

Reattach my umbilical chord.
Devour a yoghurt with a medieval sword.

Play basket ball with a vegetable.
Explain to my doctor that his handwriting is legible.

Put a goldfish in my washing machine.
Break down in a gum clinic and cause a dramatic scene.

Confess my love to an actual feathery bird.
Raise my hand in an important meeting and not say a word.

Pour a bag of self raising flowe

GuidanceGuidance.

My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.

Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.

He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.

Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.

He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's short

ParanoiaParanoia.

I don't want to be this way.

But I can't help but feel this way.

No matter what you do

Or what comforting words you say.

My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.

My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.

Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.

My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.

And that's why no matter how much I love you.

For some reason I will always feel cheated.

So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.

You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.

There are only so many false accusations you can take.

The

TrustTrust.

Hard to gain.
But easily lost.

The effects will always remain.
Unless we pay the cost.

Instead of abiding by t

Short-LivedShort-Lived.

Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.

For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.

Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.

We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.

Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.

Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.

So although you may think the worst is yet to come.

No matter the occasion whether it be

Difficult
Distasteful
Distressing
Or disastrous.

At least we were graciously gi

One Way ConversationOne Way Conversation.

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

I really don't know.

I'm TryingI'm Trying.

What more do you want from me?

Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?

I'm trying to make something of myself.

I know nothing is promised and I may not be the fastest.

I know my attempts have not resulted in any form of wealth.

What more can I do to prove to you that this is what I want?

I can see you are finding it difficult to get past this.

You think there is more I can do to help myself.

You can see that I'm struggling; I never tried to mask this.

I want you to understand that this is something I must do for myself.

But all that I will ask for you is,

I hope that one day you will believe in me.

Believe in everything

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

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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.

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Reflected Inspection

by *KelaLewis-Morin, Oct 22, 2012, 11:08:00 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

Reflected Inspection

Here I am again examining my disfigured figure in the mirror.

Fondling my fat wishing I could trim it down with a pair of scissors.

Relentlessly poking, prodding and picking at my face.

Leaving behind nothing but a black, coarse and scabby trace.

Furiously patting down my cheeks begging them to be smaller.

Standing on the edge of my toes willfully imagining that I am taller.

Folding my ears inwards commanding them to decrease in size.

Hysterically trying to find the beauty they said existed in my eyes.

Scrutinizing my nose using my hands to mould it into my desired shape.

Impatiently withdrawing my stomach to wonder how I would look if I lost some weight.

Slapping my overlapping thighs repeatedly, persuading them to become firmer.

Grasping the pair of scissors at my throat with the intent of committing my own murder.

Thinking to myself how can anyone ever find me remotely attractive?

And how can I ever expect myself to be regularly sexually active.

With me looking the way I do.

Gazing into this same mirror wishing I wasn't able to see through.

Desperately wanting to cut, rearrange and trade all of my features.

Beauty is not nor has it ever been in the eye of the beholder.

You should never trust the words of a blind and hypocritical preacher.

Kela Lewis-Morin

Reflected Inspectionby *KelaLewis-Morin

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

Something I wrote today whilst looking in the mirror. It is sort of a confession but I dont want to say it is because then everyone would now how insecure I am lol anyway I hope it works and I hope you like it

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~Sparking-Order Nov 15, 2012

My mother always told me that people see the worst in themselves and the best in other people. This is a very honest poem, I especially like the last two lines

~Slug22 Nov 4, 2012

I like truth... It brings it's own reality and it's own horror we all hate the parts of ourselves that we cannot perceive to be loveable by others and yet those people do love us... so there is hope but we are not the beholder we only see what is apparent to us and never look deep enough to know better. Good work

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~DSteffi Oct 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Ohohoho, awesome!!! :3

~insomaniac55 Oct 30, 2012 Writer

This is very good. It has this bare, introspective feel that's heartfelt.

~BlackLuna Oct 30, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I feel that way sometimes, mostly regarding not so much to my weight but to my figure. What I do is making little steps to change what I can.

~Attempts-At-Normalcy Oct 29, 2012 Student General Artist

so true.

~SeldomSeen222 Oct 29, 2012

I couldn't stop reading it. Sad though. Everyone thinks like that somethings, I did. Your feelings, and looks change. You are too hard on yourself. Very descriptive. Keep writing. Ease up on yourself, Whatever your features are, accentuate the positive.

*The-Anariarch Oct 28, 2012

Most Alluring.

~Silver-Sticker Oct 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Very nice. Nice in the way being that it's so truthful... I have to admit I think most of these same things about myself, so reading this I was pretty much nodding the entire time :\

Insecure *shrug* it happens. Even if you don't see any reason, just keep trying I guess. That's what I'm doing anyway lol.

Definitely well written, Good luck finding the things you look for in the mirror

(self-confidence? What self-confidence? o.O)

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