9 am or something*

there’s rain hitting my window seal, oh so lightly; in trance that becomes hard to break free, and it’s exciting…

I’m watching the sky, while listening to cars drive by; the attention to what I’ve focused on is consistent… weather like this gives me a wave a solitude; giving me a peaceful attitude…

it’s quiet enough for me to hear my own heartbeat; my thoughts echo in my mind, so loud. that I have no reason to speak…

tall and brave, becomes a new description for myself; I’m content, though, my thought pattern becomes as tight as a belt….

election day(s)*

election day… it feels like in-school suspension; at the edge of our seats, watching the television. I honestly want neither candidate to win, i really don’t understand the underline mission – as a unit, it’s bad on both accounts in the end… but hey, it’s only my opinion…

p.s.

all these people are, is a bunch of gang members in suits; that type of liberal happiness was never the pursuit…

oceanic*

diving into places of the ocean deep; wandering around aquatic floors, that doesn’t need words to speak

floating around like an exultant mermaid, making discoveries of a hidden display

it reveals an inner peace money can’t buy

egotical urges go away, as well as my pride

watching many fish pass me by; in the deep blue of many in disguise

I’m growing larger in size; to those a bit smaller, could be a sure demise.

nicety*

Nice and Nasty

Miche`le

strategically creating a conversation, with only a select few who’ll receive an invitation.

my mind is truly delicate; tread carefully with your choice of predicates.

run a mile with my psyche; see how amazed you’d become, when you see the similarities of Aphrodite.

I move by suggestion sometimes; cultivating a method that’ll help organize the disarray of my mind.

announcing abundant supernatural miracles; to be able to experience a glow beyond my physical.

soaring through God’s universe, landing on planets that understand my hurt.

it’s a mental exercise, that’ll eventually have a supernatural rise, and not …

plaudits*

empowering sunshine to blind dark emotions

I’m feeling very blessed and specifically chosen

I am dedicated to a path that only can be understood, not explained

I stray from boasting, but I do ensure myself, that this isn’t in vain

zoning out, because I can

I’ve never been the one to curse another to be damned

I bellow with adrenaline, that cannot be elaborated

even still, I do my best not to make any mistakes.

write or wrong*

focus on what interests you; make sure it doesn’t bore you easily, and it’s something you can actually do.

talking in third person helps me understand myself, it’s a secret weapon, which happen to be a side effect in my health. [laugh it’s fine, you have your story and I have mine]

use every resource you have, to making sure each sacrifice you make will last; stay focused, even when the things around you, get’s you frustrated or mad.

once the moment is over, you can just declare it to be in the past…

add title here _____*

disclosing a more subtle part of me, allowing you in for full understanding; vulnerable, is how I presented myself, believing you were feeling something you’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…