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Drowning
in floods of assignments and papers and grades and
Sleepless nights
make me tear my hair out and blink too much and rub my eyes and
Cry
lets say we go out what would you say okay would you just try to lie and play could that be yesterday or today okay so im not eminem or DR.DRAY , i mean more than the words i have spoken but it is the beat of my heart you just awoken.
lets say we go out what would you say okay would you just try to lie and play could that be yesterday or today okay so im not eminem or DR.DRAY , i mean more than the words i have spoken but it is the beat of my heart you just awoken.
You made it into college; it's easy.
Your highschool teachers lied.
What's hard is being alone.
Finding yourself is harder.
Learning how to "adult" and being independent is a challenge.
in highschool i was called a prude
because i was saving myself for the one
the boys would tell me i was crude
for being such a nun
i wore a ring to represent
it starts as a baby alone
then in no time it will roam
searching for little minnows in its beak
hunting and gathering
in time spreading its wings
taking flight at night to a distant land
at the saloon he blew his top that day a brave soul caught beneath the undertow
we filed into the road on horse back with our gun in the back
heads were swearing up in down as he frowned didn't want to be around
hit a tender nerve
as if you haven't heard
what a disturbing word
time is on our side by in time
we all want to run away & hide
from the notion of love
springs from help from above
within my chase of drifting in the wind
have a good way to begin
through night skies drift in all directions
there must be time for confessing
shadows block the tortured sky
a smile from a lonesome child
within my chase of drifting in the wind
have a good way to begin
through night skies drift in all directions
there must be time for confessing
shadows block the tortured sky
a smile from a lonesome child
through the sweet vortex of our inner frame
we can dream of far off places with kings and queens
shaped through the fragments of are exploits
someday you will be all alone in your room
creatures with zombie type features in are underground
long hanging viscious fangs dripping blood off side of mouth
there flesh is of overt vexation of pivotal excess seeking self to please
many moons ago
let the real truth be told
the undertaker would attach a bell on the toe of the dead
right before they were actually embalmed
if the bell would ring
the dead were actually alive
skeletal bones in the hidden residue
to escape with its fashionable decorum
hidden inside there is a map
a scroll to tell us where is the buried treasure
turn right on interpass twelve
breathless
light of illumination
with blank canvas
he begins to create
a myraids of fixed visions
angelic fervor of exploration
a brush stroke with colors
red, yellow & green
couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea
laughter ensues...
through the duration of the night
a flock of birds with intense sounds
In the distance the still silence then an old man appears
he lives in his own world
through choice of demonic desire for power
inside he hides through reason of his own
with a dark desire for fresh bodies
alone he hides through the silence
amidst the violence
When she smiles she lights up the room
loves Jesus & her boyfriend to
a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
Coming down out of heaven from God above
A challenge to be free is a question of time
He comes to kill, steal & destroy
seeking vice as his one chief ain & ploy
the world today has no thought of him
but the saints need to be on there guard
by putting on the whole armor of God
It's quiet now on the edge of town
food is scarce on the land
There's a turbulence something stirring
How can you even face it
no rest for the wicked
they travel in packs as a wolf
In the closet of my down stair's room lies a secret
There is a hidden wall behind boxes
On the other side opend to a whole another world
In one such dream I had there was an old lady who lived in an apartment
I'm drowning in the thought of missing you
Many in my life but to name a few
I remember a time when our love once flew
Soaring high enough to see it through
Whenever I wonder if you love me too
A small child will often dream
of far off places with kings and queens
Even a kingdom by the sea
A princess lying on soft pillows
Works in her garden
A small fairy would often visit
Falling emblems
A fresh scent of dew
Something borrowed onto somthing new
Many will make it
Others try to fake it
By the skin of there teeth
Saddened with there position in heaven
Lines being drawn in the sand
When will we ever live to understand
How do you all live without God
As you travel each day in this earthly sod
Can't even cope when
Society Insanity
Alone in isolation
Away from all known civilization
There lived a monk
Personal reflections with the sacraments
Devotion to Jesus Christ
He hides in humble seclusion
Works in the garden
Tonight you maybe hurting perhaps your at a bar ? No that someone cares about you deeply far more then you could ever imagine. You maybe sitting on the sidelines of life wondering what this life has in store for me ?
Outside my door was a rainbow of color
I'd never seen before,
Then God saw fit to deliver you,
right to my very door
Sometimes,
i lose hope.
sometimes the pressure is too much
sometimes
the memes are too dank for me
for my family
for my community
for us all
so i must share them
BUT!
12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, this is how much time ive spent growing
all this time was spent knowing
who I am, what I want to achieve and what I want to be
a year can seem so vast
a year can seem so fast
There was once a time
When I looked up at the pretty colors in the sky
There were no worries
No big fear of being POC
I was blind to the world
No difference between boy and girl
when you were young,
you had an idea of what you wanted to become.
and now that you're getting old
your choices are a lot less bold
because the future is scary.
like... very
In this room alone, as I stare at the pile of boxes ahead,
I listen close to the thin walls surrounding me.
After listening for so long laying in bed,
Discord.
The year has been a continuous spiral of the good and the bad,
Thoughts of what I lost and what I've had.
Worry for my future and the pile of expenses.
