aeration*

I’m not the one you can count to ten with; although, once the steam settles, I may consider forgiveness… I’m feeling dark today – maybe losing a bit of sunshine will show that taking advantage, is not okay…

I wish I wasn’t the monster under the smile, but I am and it began as a child… reflecting on many episodes, good and bad… I evolved to what I’ve witnessed and presented it perfectly… and its sad

don’t blame the mold of the model, blame those that watched and had expectations for me to follow –

weird*

often I reflect on a dream that is comparable to a premonition; there’re winks of an instance where I can see an ocean; I experience a reminiscent of the emotion I felt at the time, and although it feels innocuous, I fear there’re answers in it I must find..

it’s peculiar, I’m a bit eager to discern the gist of it, praying it isn’t a message I have repeatedly missed…

past perfect*

keep my energy consistent, give me meaning to my very existence; move me without any complications – truly give me sight to see my changeable imperfections…

remove the hurt from my heart, make me one again without tearing me apart…

block the impact from unnecessary pain, love me without using me in vain

conform my thoughts in a place of peace, hear my prayers when i fall to my knees

give me more than carnal sight to see…

alone not lonely*

four days I’ve been in this room; feeling bored, content, and blue… with acquisitions that even when I am alone, I am not lonely; I’m ok with knowing everyone can’t afford me…

my body scares me sometimes, when I’m unwell it doesn’t always show the signs; I thank God that when it comes to taking care of me, I don’t hold onto deficiencies, nor take on an attitude of pride…

the way I feel right now, doesn’t have the words to be found, I am blessed in so many ways, and we’re still in my early days…

I Seen Her*

i had a vision, and saw the most ingenious, and beautiful woman; however, as I walked away from the mirror I no longer seen her…the only memory I could maintained were her eyes –

I swear, it’s all I could remember; it was like a portal into a peculiar kind of paradise… all my intentions for her, was to melt away the chill from her heart – because she was as cold as ice…

locomote*

emancipating my worries has taught me how to release and not bury – for healing, you should never feel you have to be in a hurry…

time can be free if you use it wisely – I’ve made that mistake, but I also take responsibility, without any pride in me…

the world and I have a peculiar kinship with explicit boundaries [determining its ambience, even that varies] – I like to think that I transition similar to binaries…

my creativity doesn’t make sense until it’s employed to a circumstance that can seem [to me] immense; analyzing mistakes made by self infliction, can make the finish line appear farther down the road…

basically all I’m saying is I cannot complain if I am a willing to devote.