election day… it feels like in-school suspension; at the edge of our seats, watching the television. I honestly want neither candidate to win, i really don’t understand the underline mission – as a unit, it’s bad on both accounts in the end… but hey, it’s only my opinion…
p.s.
all these people are, is a bunch of gang members in suits; that type of liberal happiness was never the pursuit…
i be wanting something amazing to happen; I be ready too – I practice
laying my conceptions on a fluffy pillow, in the bed – I’m in the middle
shuffling through a playlist I made; in my room aka, my barricade
I’m in the best of space; knowing everything I do is great
mustard seed faith, will follow my namesake; i am powerful with superpowers, and i don’t need a cape!
i soar through the sky without wings – I still have the ability to fly, and it’s a blessing.
locking my eyes on accomplishments, that’ll be well worth the compliment.
diving into places of the ocean deep; wandering around aquatic floors, that doesn’t need words to speak
floating around like an exultant mermaid, making discoveries of a hidden display
it reveals an inner peace money can’t buy
egotical urges go away, as well as my pride
watching many fish pass me by; in the deep blue of many in disguise
I’m growing larger in size; to those a bit smaller, could be a sure demise.
Nice and Nasty
Miche`le
strategically creating a conversation, with only a select few who’ll receive an invitation.
my mind is truly delicate; tread carefully with your choice of predicates.
run a mile with my psyche; see how amazed you’d become, when you see the similarities of Aphrodite.
I move by suggestion sometimes; cultivating a method that’ll help organize the disarray of my mind.
announcing abundant supernatural miracles; to be able to experience a glow beyond my physical.
soaring through God’s universe, landing on planets that understand my hurt.
it’s a mental exercise, that’ll eventually have a supernatural rise, and not …
empowering sunshine to blind dark emotions
I’m feeling very blessed and specifically chosen
I am dedicated to a path that only can be understood, not explained
I stray from boasting, but I do ensure myself, that this isn’t in vain
zoning out, because I can
I’ve never been the one to curse another to be damned
I bellow with adrenaline, that cannot be elaborated
even still, I do my best not to make any mistakes.
I found what I am looking for; this adventure I’ve unveiled, is far from a bore. an ethical kind of intimacy that has shown to be appeasing; enjoying every moment, it’s very pleasing.
my life is full of twists and turns, too much for one person to affirm; I’m otherwise mad, being inflicted with wrong-doing, yet, I still have the power to be glad.
I’m cutting out any interferers, I will force so many to understand my fear; I’m in shock by God knows what , keeping down the inequities from becoming a reflux.
shadowing my sorrows with a smile, knowing deep down there’s only a frown; symbolizing as one of kind, I will attest that I’m indeed someone in their prime…
i allowed my emotions to make an embarrassing decision; I acted out on my subconscious, showing them what was within – mental division.
once again I was made to be somewhat like the energy shifter; when it’s honestly never the bigger picture. irritated by the neglect I’ve been shown by its company; bracing myself, making sure I’m doing the right things around obvious energy and the elephant that accompanied.
releasing feelings that I don’t wish to dwell on at this point; I’m not looking for problems, and all negativity I avoid.
I’m always taking risks that would probably never be reciprocated; though, I never argue the position to be big enough to step up to the plate.
I set fire to those that are flammable; I’m eating through the flesh of it, as if I was a cannibal. the way I may describe my circumstances may sound rude; I am the messenger of my own message, telling you that I’ve been treated cruel…
make it magical
make your love feel radical
puncture my sweet place
it’s love that I want to make
graze your fingertips upon the small of my back
foreplay will be our first act
i am spicy and you are sweet
yet, those oppositions makes in sync…
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