sheilabrewster:

well I don’t want to work like the world works

I want to stop worrying about the way the world works

and live for something

that has nothing to do with worldly works or fireworks or good works

but a Grace

that knows my innerworkings

and saves me from the disappointing ways

of the world.

poetry-coffee-love:

Over-simplify. 

Perfectly good people, that we strip down of faults and anger. Put on model display and circle with inspection.

1.Take out our magnifying glass and stomp on it

2.Gel their hair; apply airbrushing to the colour of their personalities until image is softened

we silently command them to stand up straight, as we cloth them with the fabric of our imagination. We pull strips of cloth made from movie characters, and stitch them together with selfish emotional need. 

we tightly bind them with the restraints and expectations of how they should react to our demands and desires. 

cut off their feet, so they cannot move forward, and plant them. 

we water them with the tears of our failed expectations and ask God “why”. 

why these planted models don’t give us what we need. 

whip their backs with the inflection of accusation. Bury them knee deep in IOU’s. Shower our anger on them when they raise the left arm instead of the right to hand us gifts glued and glittered with apology. 

we call it love and crumble when we aren’t loved how we tell them we should be. 

we take a handmade human being and strip them of organs, and hot blood. strip them of faults and idiosyncrasies. rip the clogs from their clocks, and cry as the second hand stops ticking at all. 

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Stop. Rewind. Remove your self-seeking hands.

“People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner. I don’t try to control a sunset. I simply watch with awe as it unfolds”

. Carl R. Rogers.

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poetry-coffee-love:

They tend to end up sounding over-confident, full of shit, a list of achievements that one may have succeeded or failed at. Something to fill out a list. They’re fake, cold, and don’t address any sort of passion or personality. Someday if I end up starting my program, I’m going to hire people in a fresh way. No cover letters. Maybe we’ll go out for coffee and chat. Maybe I’ll ask them to send a personal letter. Definitely no cover letters.

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