tranquility absorbs my mind
no love lost, or left behind
confident in my design
a bright star that shines
courageous without pride
appealing to the naked eye
far from shy
she is divine
the third person, is also mine
1:10*
Tag journal
waste*
i just want to waste some time; unconsciously executing something divine.
all this worth i’m made of, even more inspiration to keep rising above.
i’m a sorcerer of words, the way i calculate wisdom, is out of the ordinary when you observe.
doing me as much as possible; embracing all of what i’m made of, making my movement plausible.
striving to be great, being there when my blessing’s come – determined to never be late!
when i’m unsure, i find myself in a sacred place; praying for grace for my sake
Share My Dream:
purged*
things was taken away, either because I needed it, or because of the decisions I made.
contently, I brace myself for the hard work ahead; I know when to walk away, and when to break bread.
praying that the sacrifices I’ve made is worth it; I will not settle for events that are worthless
Share My Dream:
Prosody*
tailoring my words to challenge my own intellect; so, from time to time, research the wordnet.
speaking properly the best I can; promptly pulling you in, just like I planned!
I am at peace with my erudition; I’m evolving with my profound intuition.
embracing the trait in being in calibration with selective suggestion; it’s almost like slang, or short-hand abstinence.
Share My Dream:
lunch Break*
one hour can feel like a long time; especially when that hour isn’t mine. why do time operate in this manner? when it’s no fun, it slows up; when fun is there, time move faster! it is weird; at this point time is either far off or really near… although, what we do with it may be just random; learning to manipulate it, I don’t think I could fathom. experience is a gift; not something you could just sift; simply time was created a bonding agent to persist…
Share My Dream:
ravenous*
starving for more
I want endurance
to be faithful to the core
give me assurance make me free
I can handle the responsibility
move me from within
don’t stop my journey before I begin
start me over see me as a four leaf clover
instead of luck, let it be blessed
just say yes
feed me an intimate mind, then digress
be blatant
don’t leave any thought vacant
I am hungry
take this analogy to be of me this is my desire
this is my peace
Share My Dream:
TMI*
I rhyme with the truth; its no mystery so you don’t need a sleuth. I’m authentic because I say so; I never gloat, I just allow my oeuvre to overflow!
appealing to an idea of certain considerations falling on me; there proves a moment of foolishly being naïve.
I should know better; although, there were some decisions I’m should’ve just shredded.
I understand the plot, but am not the one for schemes; justifying your scummy ways, will always fall deceased. i’ve been toyed with, an it could be my fault; never again, will I go back to that train of thought…
Share My Dream:
headphones*
to sit in a room full of noise; I can suppress it to a sound of my choice. very clever of the inventor; I wish I was in his day, he would’ve been my mentor!
enjoying the bliss of selecting my own background; submitting to myself, with option to sing aloud.
how about silence altogether; seeing your mouths move without sound, is even better!
people who create, invent more possibilities; though, this is said backwards, to me, this is what create hostility.
I feel credit is acknowledged without satisfaction; so out of respect, I’m dedicated to add even the smallest fraction.
headphones, who would’ve thought; it can either be a distraction to your surroundings, or a introverted release when you’re feeling overwrought.
either way, I was given the discretion to mind mine, literally.
whether it was for complete silence in chaos, or just a specific sound, good enough just for me…
Share My Dream:
Dial Tone*
pick up your phone
no more of the dial tones
sick and tired of being alone
be aggressive, make me moan
with a voice that could sing a tenor’s song
be the breeze that caress my body
I want more than a probably…
when youre wrong, show me youre sorry
never tell me, unless its a true apology
don’t end this call, be a man, stand up tall
be gentle though, don’t dare make me feel small…
be honest even if it isn’t in my face
glow within me, when love is made
put yourself out there truly
don’t ever believe you can screw me
be my pedestal
make my peace be still, without hassle
place me on top of your world
make me feel that I’m the only girl
I am a woman, who see through your flaws
let us be together, and be our own cause…
Share My Dream:
new room*
I was given an opportunity to explore a new room; it took a couple of sweeps with my broom.
I cleaned all the ungodliness of its space; it’s amazing how we run from the skeletons we create.
the world of yours can feel quite burdening; though it shouldn’t feel discouraging.
this room was a sensation related to smothering; I will release a power of exuberance as a covering.
I am augmenting my area; making the tone of my atmosphere more merrier.
a new owner is now running this; nothing but grace, mercy, and love is allowed.
I’m all aflutter by the choice of me being the successor; I’ve always had the prospect of knowing I could be anyone’s better…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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