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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…

and/or*

I am flattered with growing pains; I am gaining in ways that prove that I’ve been brave and; agonizing dilemmas spoil only a second of my time; I know when to cut it off though, I don’t need a sign.

finding different expressions to utilize, creating my own unique design; breaking a plethora of habits that could hinder me; avoiding afflictions that could cause infamy.

who else can I be, when I’m myself perfectly? why would anything else be better? any other version wouldn’t compare, nor its pressure…

x*

the pages are getting thicker, seeing that this is something bigger; I refuse to exaggerate, I just can’t help but to contemplate.

chaperoning every move of another, I thank God for a powerful, and thoughtful mother; strong-minded whenever I should, doing all and more than I ever could.

I’m recognizing where the good is hidden it’s being honest, without the fibbing! what more could I say to better explain? i’m doing my best to maintain.

always making sure I am alert, and I am sane always…

impart*

subjected to only love, nurturing my heart only with positivity; finding peace and constant tranquility. putting together things anew, discovering creativity in more ways than two.

I usher my intuition, to manage stable premonitions – I’m making many changes, and I’m doing it at close range….

give me a royal blue sky, where the sunshine isn’t deprived; accommodating the opportunity to truly survive. show me a world undivided, that it’s possible to begin with love… we have it in us, we just got to apply it.

two is enough*

working on myself daily, I have no other story lately; I should always be enough, without it always being tough.

liberating my mind often, especially when needed, so when I’m inspired, I do my best to receive it.

window shopping my own rewards, for when I receive them, it’ll be adored; creating obligations that’ll be purposeful, and the way I’ll do it will not be subtle.

I’m long winded, mentally that is – It’s why do my best to condense the thoughts I shouldn’t be revisiting.

sheltering my heart from pain that could rip it apart; I’m really trying to shift my focus elsewhere, sometimes I don’t want to be bare after the very start.

I will flourish like a planted seed in the ground, I will grow and engage until my mind is truly sound.

two columns*

moving very slow, with no where really to go; though, I am excited, anything can happen and I’m delighted!

spending momentums of amount of time, with what I genuinely call mine; more than a woman in my prime, I am a creation from God’s design.

focusing, using tunnel vision, making sure I remain whole, without division

doing my best gracefully, being me has always worked perfectly; they’re flaws to you, and gift to me, and I will always embrace it, in it’s entirety.

laying down my own failures, to replenish the joy in knowing that I’ll always receive favor; resetting who I am, making tweaks to stuff that should be on the lam.

my emotions can be overwhelming, but I don’t sit around dwelling; all we can do is try, and when I’ve done my best, I may still cry, then digress.

I am a euphoric person, and I doubt you’ll find any other version, and that’s for certain…