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…
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 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…
Duende – the mysterious power of art to deeply move a person; heightened sense of passion.
Meriam – Webster
feeling everything is coming together; the story seem to be weathered.. I’m excited and humble, because I finally had plan that didn’t fold nor fumble…
true love is when mother-nature wraps her arms around you, and to me, I see it as a profound move; I’m seeking things of a different attitude, and honestly, it gives me a better attitude… these things I say is true, it’s a challenge I’m not willing to lose…
wonders of wanderlust, the taste of life right now is robust; jumping the broom, crossing over leaving my old shell in another room – burning it down, smelling the unscented fume, this feeling can’t be refused…
sheltering my special view, to look toward a better perspective that will infinitely continue; discovering new techniques, whilst seeking out the things that make me unique. creating a whole new physique –
introducing the old structure, with a new silhouette of growth to meet… savoring the, “hand me down” wisdom – abiding the, “been there, done that[s]”, so that I can build a better kingdom…
as I am getting closer to the end of this mission, I remain strong beyond life’s intermissions; fashioning sacrifices isn’t always an attractive choice – comprises seem to devoid any options to voice…
success has found its way, and moving up wasn’t progressing that fast, though, faith is a powerful tool to have…
I’m removing the third person, there’s no need for a faction; focusing on the main goal to remove all distractions…
I’m surfing through different information
to be more understanding, to have a broader conversation…
I am a neat person, until it’s time to write it down
it can get squiggly without the margin and the lines
the frequencies that vibes within my brain
it causes an outdoor noise,
and that at the present moment,
it feels insane
I am embellished with prayers since birth
i’m consistantly covered by the blood
so my spirit will never have to hurt
from my point of view I am thankful for the opportunities I chose not to turn away, subsequently, I am person that side with grace; being an emphatic person I subject myself to being happy with what the day allowed, it can tire my physical body, but my spiritual mind is with me, to help guide and sort through the feelings I may face.
there are times where I question if a shooting star is something magical, or if it’s a dark meaning that shows an angel falling from the heavens, not to be radical but, there’re duties to be done; searching for those kind of answers can send your mind on more of a spring shower, and with clear skies, before you’d endure a brainstorm – there are steps to this, and I am only on the first one.
grasping your attention with details that would only matter in person; all eyes on you, believing anything exaggerated, simply because you didn’t attend the excursion…
daily, I laugh at myself – because of how creative I can be, studying who I am, and prioritizing it to be something I do habitually; I just may be talking (per usually), then later you realize, I’m some super wise ass fairy, who doesn’t really take it lightly toward those who condemn; someone who was given momentary power to drop really heavy gems. again, this is why I laugh, extending my years on earth, with endless doors I decide to add to my path…
I’m something else – literally. I’m a rare breed, whose hair sheds like wool; an unfamiliar cloth; the need to levitate to me is worse that a flame story with the moth…I give off the power to create acoustics of spoken word, without making one sound, although I’m not going for subliminal ways to make you feel gullible; there’s only blindness when your ignore the infallible…
when I write, I put everything I feel into these inked markings, so you can genuinely understand me for my sunshine, and not for my darkness…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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