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…
emancipating my worries has taught me how to release and not bury – for healing, you should never feel you have to be in a hurry…
time can be free if you use it wisely – I’ve made that mistake, but I also take responsibility, without any pride in me…
the world and I have a peculiar kinship with explicit boundaries [determining its ambience, even that varies] – I like to think that I transition similar to binaries…
my creativity doesn’t make sense until it’s employed to a circumstance that can seem [to me] immense; analyzing mistakes made by self infliction, can make the finish line appear farther down the road…
basically all I’m saying is I cannot complain if I am a willing to devote.
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…
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.
I don’t know… I’m just running my mouth, but I do pray that everything I say rise above all doubt…
Europa
still finding the words, as if I am on a voyage; analyzing every move, like something was stolen; I’m envisioning a plan that could successfully play out, trying to find what this adventure is really about…
my spirit is so free, it’s now feeling out of body, I am away, but not hiding, though no one could ever find me; compelled by the time that was selected to freeze, realizing there were moments that couldn’t appease…
vowing to understand my path, walking carefully making calculated advances without math; comprehending that each moment will eventually pass…
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…
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…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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