a loud bombastic declamation expressed with strong emotion…
webster
opportunity is a known gift from a point of perspective, looking into a potential reflection, as if it’s some sort of inspection… these practice are for my protection, yearning for the right to be pointed in the right direction…
blessings of greater cause, know that life never stops, it never pause; take advantage of each opportunity, be a leader that find joy among the team – take the time to enjoy unity….
the consistency in the atmosphere, causes the vibrations of the room thin out very clear…
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 –
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…
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…
promises are made by swearing on life, but lying about it only brings death; count your blessings, because in your lungs there still is breath
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…
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