preferences*

I’ve surrounded myself around wealth and networks; I want to absorb so much knowledge that my brain will start to hurt. the fruits of life is what I choose to feed on; my journey is feeling mad long…

putting figures on my decisions, I never wanted to live only with permission. who I am, and who I am growing to be, will manifest things unheard of; am full-time, there will not be any subs…

there are many outcomes that has made me perplexed; there’re volumes of it, yet, it seem so vexed. shutting down dark matter, I’m not allowing foreign energy to make me a mad-hatter…

cutting out parts of life, like pieces of magazines; creating a vision board, that can’t be intervened; chortling in happiness, that gives no symptoms of stress; moving in ways that’ll magnify sunshine, I’m telling you – it’s getting closer to my time!

and/or*

I am flattered with growing pains; I am gaining in ways that prove that I’ve been brave and; agonizing dilemmas spoil only a second of my time; I know when to cut it off though, I don’t need a sign.

finding different expressions to utilize, creating my own unique design; breaking a plethora of habits that could hinder me; avoiding afflictions that could cause infamy.

who else can I be, when I’m myself perfectly? why would anything else be better? any other version wouldn’t compare, nor its pressure…

impart*

subjected to only love, nurturing my heart only with positivity; finding peace and constant tranquility. putting together things anew, discovering creativity in more ways than two.

I usher my intuition, to manage stable premonitions – I’m making many changes, and I’m doing it at close range….

give me a royal blue sky, where the sunshine isn’t deprived; accommodating the opportunity to truly survive. show me a world undivided, that it’s possible to begin with love… we have it in us, we just got to apply it.

lite*

I’ve been looking for better ways to approach things.

taking old habits, and cutting its strings.

I am pronouncing grace and favor over my life.

without any fussing or petty fights.

I am forgiving, for my own sake.

wanting more in life, than to just be awake.

taking a glimpse into my future, yearning for what’s in it, not later but sooner.

taking caution to any blind triggers, by treating its outcome as a simple figure.

being honest with the way life may’ve been, allowing education and guidance to lead me over and over again.

for myself I suggest peaceful practices, so my being is balanced above all averages..

body/image*

there’s no need to see what’s under my clothes, if you have no desire to understand my soul; I am more than plumped breast and a soft behind, pay attention to the intellect that protrudes my mind.

harvest a meaningful conversation, show me what love is capable of without penetration; adore me for my gentle words, tell me that my smile is my sexiest curve.

love me with admirable gestures, let your choice to choose me be as light as a feather…

mild*

I’m sinking into a phase that’ll challenge me. as I move forward, it’ll also balance me; I am never ashamed to reveal my true self, there’s only one me, who could never be bought, no matter the amount of wealth.

opening my mind a little more; figuring I’ll be able to settle a couple scores. looking beyond common horizons; I shiver in warm climates, the energy is demising.

courting myself every year, because that’s apart of growth; I am pleased to know that I’m no longer in a space that it broke…

bighead*

give me a wealthy amount of plunder; rescue my soul and spirit, even when there’s thunder.

sooth my mental state with courageous advice; elaborate on your emotions, and please be precise.

shelter my straying mind with reassuring affirmations; supply all my needs without a debated conversation.

I’m a love who needs reciprocation; shadow my nightmares with dreams of admiration.

pedigree*

descendants from one individual

Meriam-Webster

your actions, attitude, and train of thought, was first conceived within your childhood; without offending your competence in maturity, I’ll explain before I am misunderstood.

seriously, why do triggers that exist? maybe, we watch and observed so much as an adolescent; where do it all start? the rebellion, and rude remarks…

steady trying to wrap my mind around the thought of another’s trauma… I’m wondering if this is why we, at times, don’t receive a bequest of love, but drama…

what’s your background? not your resume, but the one you work hard at when no ones around; the things that if you told, would bring you down and frown; the generational inequities we were forced to shut-up about, so you don’t make a sound…

what negatives resulted in a positive? take me down the road you took, that gave you strength to forgive.