my head is sore, the work I do can sometimes be a repetitive bore. all the foolishness, I try to ignore; people like to play, as if someone’s taking score… there’re people that I do adore. and there’re those that I would take pleasure in beating to the floor…
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.
diving into places of the ocean deep; wandering around aquatic floors, that doesn’t need words to speak
floating around like an exultant mermaid, making discoveries of a hidden display
it reveals an inner peace money can’t buy
egotical urges go away, as well as my pride
watching many fish pass me by; in the deep blue of many in disguise
I’m growing larger in size; to those a bit smaller, could be a sure demise.
empowering sunshine to blind dark emotions
I’m feeling very blessed and specifically chosen
I am dedicated to a path that only can be understood, not explained
I stray from boasting, but I do ensure myself, that this isn’t in vain
zoning out, because I can
I’ve never been the one to curse another to be damned
I bellow with adrenaline, that cannot be elaborated
even still, I do my best not to make any mistakes.
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 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 almost ripped a page, I’m trying to refrain the rage; I mean I want your presence, but I don’t want to engage. I leisurely amble around a matter I prefer to pass; I’m not eager at all to hear about something I use to have…
keep looking forward, don’t be enslaved by your past. being engrossed with the things you’re sure will last; never put all your taters in one bag…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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