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.
one hour can feel like a long time; especially when that hour isn’t mine. why do time operate in this manner? when it’s no fun, it slows up; when fun is there, time move faster! it is weird; at this point time is either far off or really near… although, what we do with it may be just random; learning to manipulate it, I don’t think I could fathom. experience is a gift; not something you could just sift; simply time was created a bonding agent to persist…
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
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 naïve.
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…
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…
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…
what a productive day!
giving my father all the praise!
I had all that I needed today, I had the means and the will; I was able to provide, with just enough to pay the bill.
our tummies are full and we’re happy; giving us mercy, and grace, I’ll praise you gladly.
financially empty, but it’s okay; I will always be wealthy as long as I pray!
good or bad you make a way for me regardless Lord – revealing to me that no matter what, you know my heart blemishes gold.
I am not perfect, and don’t dare to be; to be close to a being who is, is all reason to love and thank thee, unconditionally..
I was given an opportunity to explore a new room; it took a couple of sweeps with my broom.
I cleaned all the ungodliness of its space; it’s amazing how we run from the skeletons we create.
the world of yours can feel quite burdening; though it shouldn’t feel discouraging.
this room was a sensation related to smothering; I will release a power of exuberance as a covering.
I am augmenting my area; making the tone of my atmosphere more merrier.
a new owner is now running this; nothing but grace, mercy, and love is allowed.
I’m all aflutter by the choice of me being the successor; I’ve always had the prospect of knowing I could be anyone’s better…
on the edge of the threshold to my responsibility of freedom; looking only up, with faith that my steps won’t stumble as they come.
enjoying the aroma of this terra firma; taking in deep breaths, knowing my purpose goes even further.
exhaling disadvantageous energy out of my biography; giving me a fair margin to truly become an authentic me.
using all my senses to become one with all creation; saturating my judgement with a vest of salvation.
that kind of happiness lasts forever; no matter the circumstance of the weather!
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…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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