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Jury DutyI've found that people who accuse others of being the devil, usually have the Devil himself whispering in their ears. Being that we are imperfect, basic reasoning would only assume that we are unfit to pass pure judgement on anyone or anything. I believe that we can all agree on that to some extent, but of course stands the possibility that I am wrong by that very same logic. Judgement is not just for sinners, it is for choice in general. My point is related in that choice is in fact reliant on perspective and perception (Matthew 7:1-5).Jury Duty by GrubbsWriting
On one hand, we could see a man begging for money on the side of the road and think of him as a man in need. Yet in today's world, we are taught to be conservative in our trust, therefore on the other hand, we could see that man, and question his legitimacy. Then of course there are those who insist that instead of mercy and charity, that these fellow human beings of ours should just up and stop being homeless and without work, as though they have
Random Shouts from the BorderlineJust Leave Me AloneRandom Shouts from the Borderline by AggroMiau
...but don't go away...
Get Out Of Here Everyone
I hate you so much
...cause I don't dare to love...
You've hurt me!
… I'll hurt me more instead...
Microcosm.The world has unexpectedly inverted.Microcosm. by rociobelindamendez
Gravity has shifted, we’re falling onto our ceilings, our ceilings are now floored.
We stare down, while draped in reverse, long hair swinging, hands suspended, blood rushing to the head.
Furniture is falling up, rain is rising––the gravitational pull is bemusing.
Cars are oscillating around buildings, birds are flying towards the ground, animals are hovering, water is levitating, we’re flying void of orientation…
Everything falls back into place instantaneously.
What you’ve just witnessed––the world has unexpectedly been picked up, and shaken.
We’re just a speck, rotating and floating through infinite vastness, our entire world is something else’s single atom––a grain of sand in an enormous sea.
There’s a tiny Universe in everything, there’s one inside you, reacting to your influence.
There’s one in every flower–– those worlds smell parti
Proliferation.You swam in the ocean of my psyche; I wonder if it was the waves, or the depth that swallowed you.Proliferation. by rociobelindamendez
You poisoned the aqua almost instantly; I wonder if it will ever manage to be distilled.
You dived in and out without consent; I wonder if my strength was intimidating.
My endless scope became limited, when the weight of your impact was removed.
The little left, scorched itself into clouds–– I’d lost my substance abruptly.
Months of warm, clouded judgment elapsed, until I found an iced silver lining.
––I fell from the sky in pieces, it must have been for months.
I regained myself, slowly but surely; now, The Pacific Ocean emulates me.
I take it, growth is dependant on change–– I am a testament.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Passing Through.Dying may be the biggest adventure yet, Peter Pan had it right all along.Passing Through. by rociobelindamendez
We weren’t scared of being born were we? Perhaps we were, perhaps we were frightened about forgetting it all, saying goodbye to it all, and starting something new.
It was beautiful wasn’t it? Being born…so much new found love, new family and friends, a whole brand new world, just for you. So much unfathomable beauty present in the entire process, no wonder new mothers are radiant, the love is pouring out into the universe.
Our eyes start closed and end closed, it’s too perfect a cycle to be anything negative. All we have is a few blinks in between–– to see as much as we can, so we can reminisce in the dark, while we wait for the light once more.
What can be sad is the way it can happen, and what is left behind, the permanent attachment to something transient.
––Although, what an adventure it could be! What an experience! I think it’s safe to say, it would be
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