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 …

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…

mild*

I’m sinking into a phase that’ll challenge me. as I move forward, it’ll also balance me; I am never ashamed to reveal my true self, there’s only one me, who could never be bought, no matter the amount of wealth.

opening my mind a little more; figuring I’ll be able to settle a couple scores. looking beyond common horizons; I shiver in warm climates, the energy is demising.

courting myself every year, because that’s apart of growth; I am pleased to know that I’m no longer in a space that it broke…