silent siren*

No money in my account but I’m not broke; I am rich in faith.. I’m determined to be happy, even when it hurts…

Thriving my way through these trials; been running so long, I passed a many miles…

To find myself, spirit, and soul; things that makes me happy and gives me joy… I cry for hours, and couldn’t tell you why – I’m begging for a breakthrough, so confused on what I need,

Triggered by everything, but the small things is what hurt; when it grows it becomes a bigger challenge – that begins to feel meaninglessly unimaginableโ€ฆ

mid Life*

  • I’m mad confused when trusting is an option, what am I really choosing..?
  • It’s hard trying to figure out what’s genuine, like, what’s the motive and the goal..?
  • Using my strengths and inspirations as a super power – I use them to figure out life…
  • Writing has been therapeutic lately; falling in love again with my craft…
  • I’m so anxious to pursue all the conscious gifts I possess in the best possible way
  • What should I be using, my heart, my emotions, or both..?

Prosody*

tailoring my words to challenge my own intellect; so, from time to time, research the wordnet.

speaking properly the best I can; promptly pulling you in, just like I planned!

I am at peace with my erudition; I’m evolving with my profound intuition.

embracing the trait in being in calibration with selective suggestion; it’s almost like slang, or short-hand abstinence.

ravenous*

starving for more

I want endurance

to be faithful to the core

give me assurance make me free

I can handle the responsibility

move me from within

don’t stop my journey before I begin

start me over see me as a four leaf clover

instead of luck, let it be blessed

just say yes

feed me an intimate mind, then digress

be blatant

don’t leave any thought vacant

I am hungry

take this analogy to be of me this is my desire

this is my peace

TMI*

I rhyme with the truth; its no mystery so you don’t need a sleuth. I’m authentic because I say so; I never gloat, I just allow my oeuvre to overflow!

appealing to an idea of certain considerations falling on me; there proves a moment of foolishly being naรฏve.

I should know better; although, there were some decisions I’m should’ve just shredded.

I understand the plot, but am not the one for schemes; justifying your scummy ways, will always fall deceased. i’ve been toyed with, an it could be my fault; never again, will I go back to that train of thought…

headphones*

to sit in a room full of noise; I can suppress it to a sound of my choice. very clever of the inventor; I wish I was in his day, he would’ve been my mentor!

enjoying the bliss of selecting my own background; submitting to myself, with option to sing aloud.

how about silence altogether; seeing your mouths move without sound, is even better!

people who create, invent more possibilities; though, this is said backwards, to me, this is what create hostility.

I feel credit is acknowledged without satisfaction; so out of respect, I’m dedicated to add even the smallest fraction.

headphones, who would’ve thought; it can either be a distraction to your surroundings, or a introverted release when you’re feeling overwrought.

either way, I was given the discretion to mind mine, literally.

whether it was for complete silence in chaos, or just a specific sound, good enough just for me…

Dial Tone*

pick up your phone

no more of the dial tones

sick and tired of being alone

be aggressive, make me moan

with a voice that could sing a tenor’s song

be the breeze that caress my body

I want more than a probably…

when youre wrong, show me youre sorry

never tell me, unless its a true apology

don’t end this call, be a man, stand up tall

be gentle though, don’t dare make me feel small…

be honest even if it isn’t in my face

glow within me, when love is made

put yourself out there truly

don’t ever believe you can screw me

be my pedestal

make my peace be still, without hassle

place me on top of your world

make me feel that I’m the only girl

I am a woman, who see through your flaws

let us be together, and be our own cause…


10 second dream*

in a car with someone unknown; ride with me, his lips said, I don’t want to be alone. though, there was no sound; still, it was extremely loud. I’m doing what I need to do, but I don’t feel proud…

Riding along a riverside; it’s daylight, but I don’t know the time. there’re trees everywhere as well; my surroundings feel familiar, still I can’t really tell…

there’re winks of apartment buildings I can’t identify; everything I’m encountering feels like a honest lie. I go from a dubious crowd; moving toward the apartments, and the sentiment feels cowed. these are actions of bombardment…

I’m working on figuring there should be something I should change; I don’t want a glint of images to affect what life will engage. it’s repetitive, and consistent – as if I’m receiving advice all in an instant…

I endure quite a lot; hurting in all the right AND wrong spots. I’m hungry for victory and freedom; I’m doing all I can to seek them. jumping in and out of myself; salvation is and will be my true wealth.

I will not be blinded by nescient thoughts; my faith will continue to protect my future, as my grace and love is outweighs every fault…

โ€ฆdot dot dot…*

I have so many talents; I end up doing so many things, that it becomes useless. my mind is always streaming, as if my thoughts are running background; you can’t see how it looks, but you can see how it sound…

I just want it to stop sometimes so that my mentation can sync; and it doesn’t, so I begin to feel myself sink. I do my best to grasp the essence of my abilities and it’s achievements; it gives me fuel to have something to believe in.

I have so many dreams listed as goals; doing all I can besides selling my soul. venting positivity, manifesting my words into a reality of my control.

signature in the dark*

putting down the now; feeling the weather, enjoying it’s sound. bursting in bliss; all the time I am embraced with favor, and it’s never missed.

I am as positive as I can be; giving you everything you see, to believe. not in me but the movement, as well as the foundation; having faith in your own growth, so there will be any contemplation.

writing in the dark again; I think about my eyesight – what a blessed woman.

I have sight when I need it the most; handwritten will always be more classic than a social media post!

here I am as free as I could imagine; everything around me feels like magic! without having to pretend; I see people loves the true me enough to be a friend.

my surroundings can be quite astounding; I blend with the air as I walk as if the wind found me!

wonderful sunlight kisses on my forehead; unconditioned graced is was the experience – without having to beg.

constructing my own path, while in the shadow of another; withered with certain odds, most wouldn’t bother.

but I do!

rose grow faster in concrete – meaning your inequities could never subdue you!