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The power of writing.

Sometimes, it amazes me how powerful words can actually be. There's true beauty in the methods we use for communication, which raises even bigger questions about why we are here, and the things that we are doing in this world. Perhaps we aren't doing anything. Perhaps we have some greater meaning. Or maybe we are just the toys of some evil god somewhere. I don't really know, but I think I realized today, I don't really care.

Whether its communicating, or expressing what we did today in poor or great manners, words are just a means of describing. They can stir emotion, and move the world, but alone, they are nothing but useless symbols and drawings. We, human beings, give them meaning.

So, what is the true purpose of us as human beings in this earth? I have thought of so many things and I can't help but think that happiness is often posed as the answer. Sometime in a few years people usually want a family, a significant other, and children, others want to see every corner of the world but mostly its just in the pursuit of the fabled happiness.

This pursuit led to the existence of the materialistic world, an economic abuse of our desire to be satisfied and a true exploit of our never ending curiosity, but who are we kidding, we all know that we live in a lie if materials justify any true value in our hearts. It is family and friends that grant your smiles at sundown, and family and friends that will be there with you whether this message gets to you on an iPad, laptop, or Android phone. What is the message you may ask? Well, nothing big, just a small request, in inspiration from a fellow writer from In Over Your Head.

If you want more context, go on over there and read some, it' really good symbols, with true meaning. But, one of the experiments on the site is the Homework experiment, where each Friday Julien (the writer) releases an assignment that you have to do, and it involves some type of social action, like last week it was to 'emulate someone who is more confident than you are".

Well, today, I have a small request for you. I want you to go out there, and do good for another human being.

That's it, all I ask is that you take a minute out of the life you may claim is so holy and sacred, and do something for somebody else.

It doesn't really matter what you do. Like, today on my bike ride back from work I saw a nail on the bike path and I just kept on going. But in retrospect, I should have taken that nail off the bike path, and help a fellow biker avoid a flat tire.

Or like the other day when I found a fellow employees badge on the way to work which must have fallen off, and I picked it up and took it to his desk. It felt phenomenal.

If you come here to tell me that there wasn't an opportunity, I can tell you a million times that you are wrong, and you are not looking. The ability to do good is everywhere, you just have to open your eyes outside your world, and maybe let your heart do the thinking some more.

I'd love to hear what you have to say, and how you changed the world, even if it was something really small, or seemingly insignificant.

 And if you were wondering, the reason I don't really care is because doing good makes me happy, so I don't care about what greater purpose might be out there. I am here to do good, whatever that means, a smile is all I need, and all I'll ever ask for.

Take care,


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Learning to float

First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit

Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…



It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

Let me get hurt.

Let me sit here,
Let me feel the drops,
As my heart shatters,
and your shadow drifts away.

Let us get confounded,
Let us mix emotions,
Pour them all into a melting pot,
Pour them all into a blurry past.

I want to look back,
and know that I have felt,
I want to look back and know,
That I have loved.

Because from the pain,
and from the tears,
and from the painful nights,
that I shivered through,

There were the nights,
that you held my hand,
and gave me warmth,

There were the nights,
where it was only us awake,
in the whole wide world,
It was only us who felt love.
Let me believe that it was all true,

Let my tears be for the moments that I miss,
and not for the moments that I did not live.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have lived.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have loved.