mustard seed faith, will follow my namesake; i am powerful with superpowers, and i don’t need a cape!
i soar through the sky without wings – I still have the ability to fly, and it’s a blessing.
locking my eyes on accomplishments, that’ll be well worth the compliment.
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 …
I found what I am looking for; this adventure I’ve unveiled, is far from a bore. an ethical kind of intimacy that has shown to be appeasing; enjoying every moment, it’s very pleasing.
my life is full of twists and turns, too much for one person to affirm; I’m otherwise mad, being inflicted with wrong-doing, yet, I still have the power to be glad.
I’m cutting out any interferers, I will force so many to understand my fear; I’m in shock by God knows what , keeping down the inequities from becoming a reflux.
shadowing my sorrows with a smile, knowing deep down there’s only a frown; symbolizing as one of kind, I will attest that I’m indeed someone in their prime…
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…
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.
I set fire to those that are flammable; I’m eating through the flesh of it, as if I was a cannibal. the way I may describe my circumstances may sound rude; I am the messenger of my own message, telling you that I’ve been treated cruel…
make it magical
make your love feel radical
puncture my sweet place
it’s love that I want to make
graze your fingertips upon the small of my back
foreplay will be our first act
i am spicy and you are sweet
yet, those oppositions makes in sync…
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…
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…
being stable in what of my mission consists of firsthand locking in a plan, to make sure I know where I stand a place where I make demands, without prejudice, I would do right by us, I love caring for others. though, everyone should love one another; transitioning with a sequence that'll provide self-therapy, in my defense...
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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