I don’t know… I’m just running my mouth, but I do pray that everything I say rise above all doubt…
Europa
quote 2*
Tag poet
simple love*
there’s a burst of indescribable feelings that resonate when I hear this tone; not saying I need it to be identical, but it’s that type of love that makes me want to be alone…
reflecting on indisputable sacrifices, is what often bring me to tears; knowing that the time spent, was barely three-hundred and sixty-five days, when we could’ve been going on two years…
make me feel appreciated; endure the day to day of mood swings that can make me most agitated – stay with me, be there for me; don’t margin with false claims, but instead be enlightened with honesty…
in the here and now find me attractive in ways that can’t be dismissed, ensure my security in the affection you express; withdraw from any intention for your love to stand down, nor digress…
conceal our bond with the covenant of the Lord to strengthen our unity; saying yes only when God allows such purity…
Share My Dream:
orator*
approaching everything full force, bad times and naïve decisions are divorced; I’m made to be capable – embracing and utilizing myself to be made to go… to be prepared for life’s best times, focusing on the business that is on my mine… pushing my success head on, until everyone is thoroughly impressed, with my new throne…
Share My Dream:
make it*
illusions can appear to be appealing until you realize its true meaning; an obscure thought can often cloud your judgment in a wicked way, giving unworthy interludes and people the praise…
my passion has been ignited with a new flame, envisioning a rewrite of my own name; I am embraced with similar minds, placing myself in an immense network that continue to grow with time; taking heed from my elders because with wisdom comes age , and that’s divine…
Share My Dream:
responsive*
no more running behind what a person should feel for me, I never needed validation, my presence alone speaks…
I do have a habit of talking, just to do as such, and it appears to be a lot, when it really isn’t much; I put fire to those that are flammable, I’ll eat at the flesh of your façade, kind of like a cannibal…
there’re stars for the sky; trees for the earth’s air supply, ongoing changes on my horizon, that shake your world like Poseidon… committed in all the best ways; free in my thoughts. never to be enslaved.
flood me with optimism, keep me from thinking that with you, its pessimism; pronounce me as an euphoric light, let me be the reason your world is bright; fill me with intimate confidence; make your love wear down my continence…
Share My Dream:
just asking*
who is she, he asked, and as I read it, it made me laugh; the mystery was who is he, and I’ve thought about it thoroughly…
reflecting on the fact that, he said, “you have the power,” not knowing that those words hit my soul, making my mind devour such an opinion; then, I realized that it was indefinitely true! I definitely have dominion…
a Queen that reigns in my own world; see I looked back at me, and its been that since a little girl… so who are you? how can you give me butterflies, while making me blue…?
Share My Dream:
pondered*
I find myself sorting out many trains of thought, and I’m not sure of any of it, it’s background is almost aught – as they flow directly to my memory bank, and when its time, I draw a blank, when I want to write them down…
it hurts when you’re really into it – to be ready to express myself, and your mind just fail to remain fluid…
but any way, I feel free at this moment, releasing everything because there’s no reason to hold it… though, I am in love with what’s happening to me; embracing the good that’s going on with grace and peacefully…
Share My Dream:
prominent…*
I realized there was much to explore
Leading to myself into a legacy;
Instead running from what was for me
I walked right in, and it was an audience;
Waiting for my poised accordance
My value though, could never be afforded;
In that room are opportunities, blessings
It’s up to you if you decide to collect them, or make them into lessons
Short stories are kind of like that, messing up can be quick
Though, cleaning it up can make a story 1000 pages thick
Still can’t make sense of it
Open it up and walk through that door;
It could be so much that you can explore!
Share My Dream:
One Soul | Two Spirits | Three Faces
we have three faces they say; the one we show to the world, the one we should to our family, and the one we see, ourselves at the end of day. exploring the nature of merging all three; I’ve become infatuated with the idea. to be a complete and whole being; as one person without fear.
having absolute control on what you want people to see; how would that affect the world’s decree? by using false prophecies to mute when you speak; in other words, blasphemy!
life usually gets rough in the middle of your days – hence, mid-life crisis’ is what it was called yesterday. with dirt and gravel, produces foundation for new comings. whether it’s a new way of living or drastic shift in your shortcomings…
Share My Dream:
no title*
No matter how dim they try to make your light, they’ll still be in your shadow…
Europa
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
You must be logged in to post a comment.