Tag: poems

Journal Entry #5 and 6

No. 5 as I sit here and think, “why have these scenarios happened to me?” Though, those questions seem to go unanswered, I still handle it with a positive manner. confused in how handling this moment is right; should I keep entertaining or cut it down with a knife? I’m so confident in most situations;…

Story Time…

The will to conquer is the beginning of the victory ~Europa, Ki Wi Being Thought About.. What if it was true?  Getting a little technical about that statement. Everyday, it really doesn’t matter who it is I’m thinking it could be; all I know is I wonder, “I wonder if they’re thinking about me?” Sounds…

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…

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…

not just words*

Duende – the mysterious power of art to deeply move a person; heightened sense of passion. Meriam – Webster feeling everything is coming together; the story seem to be weathered.. I’m excited and humble, because I finally had plan that didn’t fold nor fumble…

morpheus*

grasping your attention with details that would only matter in person; all eyes on you, believing anything exaggerated, simply because you didn’t attend the excursion… daily, I laugh at myself – because of how creative I can be, studying who I am, and prioritizing it to be something I do habitually; I just may be…

simple love*

there’s a burst of indescribable feelings that resonate when I hear this tone; not saying I need it to be identical, but it’s that type of love that makes me want to be alone… reflecting on indisputable sacrifices, is what often bring me to tears; knowing that the time spent, was barely three-hundred and sixty-five…

open book*

verse by verse I’ve given myself an unique style, and as I write, my thoughts begin to make a sound; diversifying what most people think is abnormal, so the things I say can appear to be paranormal… becoming what I need to be, instead of what I want to be; exposing a mount of gratitude…