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It's been a long time since I've looked at the sky. Between the chores of life and the necessities, I've grown far away from nature, and what used to connect to me to the world. I'm new to schedules, and new to time management and deadlines and responsibilities, and have neglected the roots of my old beliefs.

This past week has altered my feelings towards nature and it's remedies. I've seen dead bodies on the covers of newspapers, and I've seen images of people crying, read powerful stories of families torn apart and missing loved ones.

I've always thought of myself as the type of person who slows right down to become in sync with reality, to remember that there is more to the world than how far I can see, or walk, more to the world than the boundaries I've become accustomed to. But I've been lost. Working full time, having my heart occupied and dreaming of my own future, I've forgotten about how crucial it is to stop and find a pace, instead of rushing through life, watching the clock.

I don't think I'm the only one who has come to this realization of losing touch. We can all say we've donated to charities, or that we've helped the world, or we've helped our country. We've done all of these things, or at least have thought about it, as a passing thought. However, personally, that's never seemed to give me any satisfaction.

I know I'm helping. The Salvation Army gets all the change in my pockets when I pass by. I smile at strangers. I even find myself praying for the world, even though I do not place myself under any religious, or non religious status.

And then I go about my daily life, reading about homeless, and disasters, and watching World Vision commercials about dying children, still feeling uneasy and out of touch.

Is there only so much we can do to help the world? Are we the ones that need helping? Am I the only person feeling like I'm not doing enough? Is there any way I can do more?

There's no way of measuring help on a scale, just as there is no way of measuring the world in it's direction. Progress versus retrogress cannot be analyzed realistically. I've in theory accepted that I can't help as much as I'd like. In fact, I still feel guilt.

However I'll always be curious as to whether or not I would even truly feel satisfied in aiding the world to my full potential, even if I were literally doing everything I could.

With that said, we could almost all do just a little more to help our country, our continent, and the rest of the world. We could skip out on that $3.50 we might be spending on a bag of chips, and donate it to a local charity, shelter, or even attempt to buy a homeless person a meal. (It's the thought that counts, right)? In my idealistic world, this is attainable, despite those who have lost hope in the world and it's campaigns.

Or maybe sometimes if we cannot donate our efforts, or do not feel it necessary, the least we could do is look at the sky, find shapes in the clouds or gaze at the stars, and remember what it feels like to be a part of earth. Sometimes that's all that is required to remember that our hearts are beating. That, to me, is what truly counts.

(sorry if it's long...I looked through my main good work and picked this one haha I t=feel its way better then my others...those ones were done to fast lol)

i wan to join this team .. in the memory of my late best friend..

Life of Lies

As life reaching its end,
Light started to fade away,
Giving ways to sorrow,
And death clouding the mind with fear,
The past will always remain as past,
What is waiting for us after life is all that matters.

Finally the wait is over,
The shadow of the dark angel approaches,
With our past and our fear in the palm of his hand,
While the last breath of our life taken away,
The right, the wrong, laughter and sentiment in our life appears right in front of our eyes,
To be judge and to be punishing for all the things that was wasted for the bloody world.

Each second that we have wasted,
Years that we’ve used deceiving and ignoring God and His words,
With all the sins and lies that we’ve done,
For the sake of joy of the life and happiness,
Thinking that time will always be on our side,
Having the thought that there will always be time to ask for forgiveness

Fear overwhelmed our heart in the life of Hell,
As the sound of moaning and screaming fills the air,
Tears of blood covering the floor and fill the air,
With fears in our heart and our mind,
Asking and begging for forgiveness,
For all the sins and lies that we have done.

As we find our way to a greater life,
Searching for the truth and the righteous,
Keep an open eye to the world above,
And realize the meanings to our existence,
Which does not differentiate us for our race but our heart?
And our believes toward God

Awake my fellow men
From your slumber and your dreams,
And realize your mistake before its too late.
Join the followers of light and truth,
Walking on the right path towards God,
The Almighty and the Merciful.

well this is just a random poem... i miss my dear friend.. he was a good friend. dedicated his life for those around him

Since when did the stars require effort? Since when did the trees care about time?

Since when did falling apart have to be so graceful? Why are expectations stamped on mistakes?

When did humans become so destructive?

Keep a straight face and try to stand out in a sea of billions.

When did lace become an embellishment? When did race become an establishment?

Stitch a balloon to the ground, jump back at the sound.

We've got 5 metaphors left and our health is getting low.

Children are dying, faith becoming a foe.

But where are the misinterpreted words? Where are the souls that got lost within themselves?

Why don't we fight with the self consciousness we've overcome?

Like solders in a battlefield, counting down the days, counting the sun rays for their heroic ways.

What about the accountant that keeps the economy rolling? Families eating, countries thriving.

Chocolates in the microwave, rings down the toilet.

Sorry I'm not inspirational enough to strike you as the type to strike you as the type to strike you as the type

to go off the deep end and make a recovery.

I'm a hero like you, and I'd die to protect a heart.

I'd die to protect a world... the type in a mind that strikes you as outrageous.

Yeah. I think that could be me.

Never looking back, and lighting up the sky...

with rainbows, and magic, and sparkles, and stars,

and all of the things that make me smile.

Seriously, all the poems entered are like songs for beauty.. I love them all. Even if they don't win something for spirit.. I'm going to cook up something in the way of prizes for these.

well im doing this for those who have no strength to fight.. no strength to go on... hoping that this will be their strength to face what they have with courage...

LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST

well blonde... im doing my best.. i cant bare to see the tears in my parent's eyes and guilt on their face.. blaming themselves for what im facing...