give me a wealthy amount of plunder; rescue my soul and spirit, even when there’s thunder.
sooth my mental state with courageous advice; elaborate on your emotions, and please be precise.
shelter my straying mind with reassuring affirmations; supply all my needs without a debated conversation.
I’m a love who needs reciprocation; shadow my nightmares with dreams of admiration.
descendants from one individual
Meriam-Webster
your actions, attitude, and train of thought, was first conceived within your childhood; without offending your competence in maturity, I’ll explain before I am misunderstood.
seriously, why do triggers that exist? maybe, we watch and observed so much as an adolescent; where do it all start? the rebellion, and rude remarks…
steady trying to wrap my mind around the thought of another’s trauma… I’m wondering if this is why we, at times, don’t receive a bequest of love, but drama…
what’s your background? not your resume, but the one you work hard at when no ones around; the things that if you told, would bring you down and frown; the generational inequities we were forced to shut-up about, so you don’t make a sound…
what negatives resulted in a positive? take me down the road you took, that gave you strength to forgive.
brighten my day with sunshine; not a cloud in sight, when you say, “you’re mine.” hug me with warmth that feels like spring weather; allowing your choice to be with me, as light as a feather.
fellowship with me, let’s plant a new seed, allowing life in inevitably; pressure me with kindness; place flattery on me, make me feel timeless. know I am the one without any rigged tests.
open my eyes with love and intimacy, please don’t feel you could deceive or manipulate me; close my mind with undivided attention, make me smile whenever you are mentioned…
strategically creating a conversation, with only a select few, who received an invitation…
my mind is truly delicate; tread carefully with your choice of predicates…
run a mile within my psyche; see how amazed you’d become when you see similarities of Aphrodite…
putting myself in a productive environment; balancing my day and my temperament.
making way for a new mindset, bellowing with joy, while neglecting any regrets. I am lawless toward being only me; pushing my time back like spring.
my gratitude toward building foundations; don’t only make it local, but to share with nations. my achievements in the long run will be my revelations.
i can’t afford to cut any corners; I’m I’m in the midst of creating authentic transformers…blah blah blah
taken, while given
letting my life live and not exist
feeling plies of blessings
in my mist; I thank God for his presence
I’m small but I am mighty
acquisition, and maturation can be so exciting
Lord, you know why I’m writing, and with that, I know you are here; my eyes are closed, still, they flow with tears. you made me to be strong through you, Father, so I’m asking you to ignite strength that is full-grown; hold my hand and order my steps, so the turmoil I face can be handled full-blown.
instead of crying Lord, I want to just do something about it – your way, never mine; my heart is heavy, I just want to get right – my heart, my soul, and my mind…
when I say this is overwhelming – it is, but I wont allow this to consume me; my prayers are loud and clear, I need you to work through me. remove whatever you need to, to get make my life better; there’s no other Father, I am your debtor… Amen.
feeling quite agitating, I mean I can be tolerable to somethings, but I don’t want to hesitate by not saying – this I will not be enabling!
failing to put myself first had its days ; feeling bad about what I may feel in itself, could never be appraised – I also wont allow them to just be placed on a shelf! had to take a break – just to be sure of myself.
that I will not fall like that, never again; I will always check the facts, its very end. I’m tired of the lies and misleads; its amazing how people are used more than materialistic things.
I think I am venting right now; screaming deafeningly loud within, yet, so quiet without. my perspective is always set to bird’s eye; my greatness will eventually shine through – what a time to be alive…
to give off bright flashes of light; to be brilliant or showy in technique and style.
Meriam-Webster
one intriguing thing that crossed my mind, was the wholeness in the intimate threat of its grind; releasing the physical, and so trusting in the spirit, our beings are really mythical – especially in experience.
down to the words that are manifested; every moment was passionately serious. I ate on its brain, and now I’m curious – the score is even, we both were tested.
more or less this is my feelings, and the battle I genuinely won; calming its spiritual being, so relaxed, that neither of us was ready for the sun. brightening up a room that’s been lit; it’s so much energy to profit!
my thoughts are severely content, and its not even the half of it…
Being a flow of water, understanding it’s current.. Continuous it is.
Allowing myself to discover new journeys, my heart is passionate.
Making the things around me into encouragement.
It takes a lot out of you when you’re working for the next day.
Being dependent isn’t a goal that’s riding my wave.
Looking for a difference, in me, that I can be proud of…
I don’t want to rush, but who doesn’t want love?
Expecting life to just give me an answer, when that can’t happen.
Learning that living is a gift, and existing in life can be a damper.
Approaching my affairs with literature; to get it of my chest.
Finally, I’ve found that thing that’s gives my spirit rest.
The past can be wild, I mean when you look back what do you see?
You see, the mistakes, the lessons, and stuff that had you say never again!
But knowing your past gives you so much in the future – real possibilities!
Do you really want to waste time with pain that has already healed in the end?
Speaking solely from my heart, I need to hear this and see it – so do you…
Living life gives you a chance to explore things that your heart always wanted to subdue.
Even in this, my anxiety flew through the roof, because I’m so worried about a line being too long.
But if this is how I feel and what I need to put down, then why would I restrain myself from what makes me strong?
Being in tuned with my whole being is not something you make happen.
Really all it is, is the faith you have in yourself to know that your better than the situation, or circumstance.
Seem like all I’m doing is running my mouth, maybe even rambling.
In the end though, I’ll be the greatest I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and it’s going to make me do a whole victory dance!
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