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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

Reflected InspectionReflected 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 wo

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

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

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

Questions.Questions.

Nobody has the answers
But everybody has the Y’s.

Speculations of a faultless green pasture,
Based on a line of best fit that was drawn to lie.

The solution is a sequence of random numbers and dates.
In addition to a complicated sum of love, grief, fear and hate.

Which form a unique equation that can never be revealed.
It’s the only bit of ignorance that still remains concealed.

Even though we may feel defenseless.

The possibilities are endless.

The opportunities are relentless.

Opinions become senseless

And still we lie restless.

Attempting to solve the unsolvable

And control the uncontrollable.

To know th

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

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

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

TrustTrust.

Hard to gain.
But easily lost.

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

Instead of abiding by t

InjusticeInjustice.

Gallivanting on the high street with my peers.
Thinking there is nothing in this world that I have to fear.

Contemplating an appropriate place where we should eat.
I then leant down to re adjust the laces on my feet.

Suddenly a legion of faces loom towards our direction.
Not assuming that we were victims of their brutal inspection.

They approach me in a violent and threatening manner.
My heart clamours and my mouth begins to stammer.

They bombarded me with belittling and derogatory terms
And asked me where I was from as if it any of their concern.

I answered truthfully and tried to mask my anxiety.
I att

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

Abuduction.Abduction.

Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.

Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.

Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.

Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.

With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.

How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?

No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.

No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.

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Good MorningGood Morning.

I have a distressing tendency of waking up too early.

The sun escaping from the blinds always begins to stir me.

Just as I begin to behave sullen and surly, her presence averts me.

I turn to my side to see the vein in her left arm pump overtly.

She's completely immersed by the covers.

I have to resist temptation not to hold and hug her.

Her body suddenly moves with a spontaneous shudder.

Her mouth moves but not a word or sound does she utter.

I stare at her intently and push her stray hairs behind her ear.

Realising that loosing this woman will be my most dreadful fear.

Her eyes momentarily open just to make sure that

Reassuring PrideReassuring Pride.

I can do this on my own.

I don't require your assistance.

I'm not questioning whether your capable.

Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?

Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.

Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.

Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.

Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.

Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.

Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,

Atonement but can we just think for one moment…

That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.

To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.

Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.

And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.

But all these fa

The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.

Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.

As immature and juvenile at it may seem.

I'd have this one fantasy…

That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.

We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.

But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.

I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.

And attempt to…

Move objects with just will of my mind.

Completely alter my anatomical design.

Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.

Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.

Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.

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

LostLost.

Do you ever question

Everthing that you love?

And that he alone decides whether you go

Or above?

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The Highway To Success.

by *KelaLewis-Morin, Oct 31, 2012, 10:41:14 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Visual & Found Poetry

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 legend brought and told.

How can I believe any of your declarations?
When I know this will be a short lived collaboration.
However I yearn for your belief and your validation.
I appreciate you taking my dream in to consideration.
But you see we are on the same path of self gratification.
If the path was to decrease, you will dismiss me with no hesitation.
It's not because you are deliberately seeking to further your own vocation.
It's just how we are; consider it another part of our instinctive adaptation.

Kela Lewis-Morin

The Highway To Success.by *KelaLewis-Morin

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Visual & Found Poetry

Something I wrote today inspired by the many false promises and claims I have received. People say they will help and that have the tools to aid you but sometimes they are just looking out for themselves. I used to think it was just a selfish trait in a few individuals but now I just think it is a part of our nature. I tried to use an irregular rhyme scheme focusing on a consistent flow that also makes sense. I hope it works and I hope you guys like it.

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~winter33 Nov 12, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

I loved this, it's going in my favourites.

~Scaretted Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

amazing!

~Chapel-Horde Nov 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Your wording on this poem is excellent, especially toward the end. So many people writing poetry settle for one syllable ABABA type of schemes.
In fact I'm somewhat guilty of this myself. This poem serves to remind that the English language is rich and for the taking if one is willing to play with it.

~princesssudi Nov 9, 2012 Professional Writer

Very awesome poem. It is sad that there are those like that. Very powerful poem.

~YoshiofRedemption Nov 7, 2012 Student General Artist

Love it

~Shinitora12 Oct 31, 2012 Student General Artist

I love how you made the the third stanza.

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