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Azelea V Jul 12
I am in the pursuit of my own greatness
something that was written for me way before i was born
a choice i had to make
a choice i would eventually make
it hides in the little corners of everyday shenanigans
it lies folded in the crevices of the sighs and wonders

a magnetic pull that my eyes cannot see
a blaring scream that my ears cannot hear
Arpitha 3d
Is it necessary to
have a purpose in life?
To achieve it after a struggle?
If so, then mine is to stay alive.
Shakespeare says, "The world is a stage..."
But who gave me this play that has no page?
We are the playwright of our play.
God has given us the light for the way.
"Action!" Our feet stand on the theater,
Ready to perform, use all strength to do better.
The judge is sitting at the auditorium top.
Millions of mouths jazz for the artist of pop.
Their echoes can trick a lofty heart to fail.
But the dressed player will not be the tail.
Inspired by Shakespeare’s iconic line — “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players” — this poem explores the tension between divine purpose and personal responsibility.  

We are not just actors in life’s drama; we are the playwrights of our own story. With God as the light and judge, and the world as our audience, this piece challenges us to step boldly into our role, write our script with intention, and perform with courage.  

A poetic call to action for anyone who feels lost in the noise — reminding us that the stage is ours, and the script must be written before the curtain falls.

🎙️ This is part of the “HISTORY RECLAIMED” series — where poetry rewrites to build on ancient work.
A man alone is not a man just a force without a purpose.
No one to protect, to guide, or provide for,
just a force without a purpose.

A woman alone is lost, no one to nurture, or nourish,
no one to teach or cherish.
A woman alone is lost.

Of course my view is wrong,
perhaps sexist or chauvinistic,
but the differences are plain to see,
and to me the differences are complimentary.

A man is completed by a woman
and a woman is completed by a man.

Two halves that make a greater whole
two pieces reuniting one soul.

I am a man without a purpose.
Will you complete me???
A Jerry Maguire moment
She had me at Hello!
Steve Page Sep 2
The truth is
they're all sacred.
Each possibility.
Every choice.
All these paths - those trodden
and not trodden, yet to be chosen.
They're all sacred.
Because they're all created.
They're weighted
with glorious purpose.
His purpose.
On purpose.
No mistakes.
(Rewatching Loki on Disney Plus. Glorious.)
"The sacred time line."
I am no-one. Yet I feel everything.
I do everything. I am rewarded by no-one.
Tragedy? Nothing. I am owed nothing
but a fitting death.

To fish for dreams on the scales of my life,
weighing all options—faults already exposed,
a past made of glass: reflective. Fragile. And so
unforgiving.

To be credited as a modern writer, despite
my financial pressures. Swiping left on bait
too absurd to bite. My ID card? A license
to exist— plastic proof I belong to a world
that never asked for me.

Fate. Destiny. Whatever it is— tilts the odds.
I tilt back. Desperately balancing: one side,
my bank account. The other, my place. Truly
my full worth. Every moment I must make count.
And if the world won’t remember me, then let
my balance sheet of scars be the proof I existed.
saint8 Aug 12
The mountain looking down
As he see a tall tree
The wing blows in its leaves
So easily the animals
takes its shadow, so effortlessly

The mountain curves
shake in a yearn
For a calm existance as the tree
Down the valley

But the mountain cant plant roots
And its grotesque shape is visible
"Oh how big and strong you are, mountain" a traveler said
"I dont want to be" the mountain replied "sometimes, i want to be a tree" he said

But the wise traveler leaned on
The mountise side, like a friend
As he looked up "some are meant to be under a calming shaodw" he said.

"But others, are meant for the top"
"And without you, mountain, they will never know what heights they can reach".

All cause of you, mountain.
Who am I?
It’s life’s greatest question.
Life’s biggest quest.
We go through life with this feeling.
The feeling of needing to know
But not fully knowing what we are missing.
People become anxious,
Anxious of not knowing their purpose.
They become scared,
Scared they will never know.
But the reality is,
Life’s beauty is in the unknown.
The journey of finding your purpose.
So enjoy it.
Enjoy the unknown.
Enjoy the mystery.
Because in the end,
Whether big or small,
You make an impact on this world.
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