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glossitis*

feeling every second of this moment I’m in getting crazy, without being the fool again I’m running things now no more stepping over me or pushing me around artistic in every way I’ve always been a fan of, “saying it to your face” protecting every part of my being nevermore will one be allowed to…

precociousness*

The real examination in life, is living life before the expiration. Knowing that it is more than existing; using that very reason as inspiration. Looking for anything to be your muse; knowing when it’s just enough, and knowing when it’s being abused. Being a radiance of love, because anger shortens life-expectancy. Comprehending that a tart…

auditory sensation*

paying close attention to the blurred noise in this world; i’m more influenced by the frequent waves, that naturally replete without any twists and turns man may serve…

interlude

begging for better, writing an emotional letter – refraining from becoming sadder; aware of the thoughts that created the matter… but I am strong. I believe i’ve held it in way too long, I’m not sure if I’m writing a poem or a song; all I know is, here, is where I belong… but I…

harangue*

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…

aeration*

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…

weird*

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…