frantic moment*

i allowed my emotions to make an embarrassing decision; I acted out on my subconscious, showing them what was within – mental division.

once again I was made to be somewhat like the energy shifter; when it’s honestly never the bigger picture. irritated by the neglect I’ve been shown by its company; bracing myself, making sure I’m doing the right things around obvious energy and the elephant that accompanied.

releasing feelings that I don’t wish to dwell on at this point; I’m not looking for problems, and all negativity I avoid.

I’m always taking risks that would probably never be reciprocated; though, I never argue the position to be big enough to step up to the plate.

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disclosing a more subtle part of me, allowing you in for full understanding; vulnerable, is how I presented myself, believing you were feeling something youโ€™ve never felt.

it’s all so beautiful, staring into it from afar; denouncing any compliments, because the honesty in it, is very bizarre.

my feelings are only hurt for the moment, even though, right now, the crack in my heart is morbid; punctually refusing to let myself repeat history; I’ll work on making the pain evolve into curative victory…

aw*


conspiring with my thought pattern, making sure I’m within it’s standard; maneuvering within the days of the week, depends on how well I choose to speak…

I’m calculated to outweigh atrocities, flooding circumstances with affirmative reciprocity. my perception of what this is, has me running out of words; for me, it always comes down to my choice of verbs…

the way I move appears to be discombobulating, I walk the straight and narrow, flustered with thoughts – I’ve been contemplating…

creating various projections, relating to what may be a reflection; patterns in another’s behavior can be intriguing, some go so far that even if it was all a lie, you’d still believe it.


spoofy*

it’s frightening to see the lengths people go to denounce the truth; creating explanations such as, “you’re insane, or its substance abuse. People find honesty uncomfortable and rude, then thinking the best time to be real is when you’re mad, now is that cool?

I’m just wrapping my mind around those who believe there’s a proper moment for veracity; my actions will be my adage, my words will not need validity. often we find ourselves in someone else’s point view, instead of looking back, look at what’s in front of you – walk in your own truth.

it doesn’t matter what people say, it can’t make or break your day, unless you allow it; walk in your own understanding without pride; there’s plenty of blessings to go around, if only you could just stop lying, they can be found.

I can’t stand it, speak from your bosom and with enthusiasm, never announce your truth with poor phantasms; make it real, there’s only one of you, and from another you shouldn’t have to steal, for no one can have your truth…

no Bueno*

I almost ripped a page, I’m trying to refrain the rage; I mean I want your presence, but I don’t want to engage. I leisurely amble around a matter I prefer to pass; I’m not eager at all to hear about something I use to have…

keep looking forward, don’t be enslaved by your past. being engrossed with the things you’re sure will last; never put all your taters in one bag…

preferences*

I’ve surrounded myself around wealth and networks; I want to absorb so much knowledge that my brain will start to hurt. the fruits of life is what I choose to feed on; my journey is feeling mad long…

putting figures on my decisions, I never wanted to live only with permission. who I am, and who I am growing to be, will manifest things unheard of; am full-time, there will not be any subs…

there are many outcomes that has made me perplexed; there’re volumes of it, yet, it seem so vexed. shutting down dark matter, I’m not allowing foreign energy to make me a mad-hatter…

cutting out parts of life, like pieces of magazines; creating a vision board, that can’t be intervened; chortling in happiness, that gives no symptoms of stress; moving in ways that’ll magnify sunshine, I’m telling you – it’s getting closer to my time!

snail/turtle*

there’s no reason to be so rapid, everyone knows about the turtle and the rabbit; what of a snail? I’m sure that would be a hell of tale.

what happens when you move just a tad bit slower? you just might recognize something that was just around the corner, and moreover.

slow-motion gives you distinct details, given broader opportunities that could impel. going over every moment with an open observation, that I’ll will only allow positive preservation.