Paranoia used to create depression; eventually becoming an obsession.
Being in a vulnerable position is, or can be dangerous; in the wrong hands, it can a battle to trust.
I’m over the destruction from the unknown need to panic; my goal is not for this to become a habit!
I’ve come along way, though, I’m still on a journey that isn’t far; my light will continue to shine brilliantly, especially in the dark!
I won’t let him go, yet he refuses to confess his love for me – this is getting old.
Loving this man significantly that I am worried I’ve been doing this all wrong; At least I’ve upgraded to, “I miss you’s”, after a year, yep, you can put that in a song.
Even the birds outside decided to no longer watch from the power lines; this is no longer unconditional, this is hurting more than my pride!
It’s weird, and I’m a bit confused. I don’t know if you want to be here, or if you want to make me feel used, then disappear.
I’ve made it real clear I don’t allow adolescence when I’m dealing with adult conjunctions; I’m a woman who demands competence, and love that actually function!
I’m on a psychedelic high; rupturing any ideas that will cause me my demise.
Ruining any moment associated with doubt; expressing it louder than a shout – I hope you understand what I am talking about.
I feel I express entirely too much; I want to come out of that habit, because they’re other ways to pick myself up.
As I move forward down this road, I feel in my heart that I’m actually going somewhere; from my view it’s here or there, so I’m told.
Heat and moisture can either make clouds or mold – depending on circumstance you either fly to the sky or drive down a road.
I’m struggling to make this make sense! I’m frazzled with scaling walls, and hopping every fence!
I’m being charged a price that wasn’t my expense….
Watching a man’s best friend obey his master; wondering how the instruction given is so clear to him
As I observe, all I think to myself is: “why is my leg shaking faster?” Being the genuine person I am, the vibe was very clear!
In brief conversation, I got exactly what I need immediately after.
Although the encounter was brief, it was the best conversation I’ve had thereafter…
Discovering who I am has displayed many leveled difficulties.
Dwelling in places I shouldn’t have been, but it’s my fault, you see.
Taking a stand for what is right, and not a great good.
If people would just mind their own, they would understand why I took a chance and stood.
This is what I’ve I learned so far; now I need to move on to healing my next scar…
Each day, I reflect in the morning; deafening myself from outside noise.
I’m in wanderlust, and the route is revealing many reasons I am glowing; God! I’m doing my best to not to find anything else to fill this void.
I am quite complex; My make-up is pleasant, but the colours are blue.
I am the one to be next; the cover of my book isn’t half of what I can do.
Eating an unforgettable fruit
Yearning to understand Eve’s point of view
I’ve dived into something that was once a promise
I’m enduring many emotions, yet I’m at my calmest
Realizing that I do these things to test the strength I heed
I’m taking control of this vice without intentions of deceit
Proving to myself that I know when to take action
Being stern, breaking down each obstacle by a fraction
I call myself enhancing the powers I already possess
I just don’t those around me to extend any extra stress
Why isn’t there another way to celebrate
My option is a funeral or a birthday cake – for Christ’ sake
One glance, digesting the fruit of an unknown
And I just disappear – wanting to find somewhere to call home
Understanding her worth is priority; She yearns for God to rule in her life with authority.
In her downfalls and her success, I mean accomplishments, she always holds everyone up, knowing it is she who is truly down, but she is patient.
She tries to focus on that one solid goal until things distract her, thinking what they detoured her to was solid gold.
I applaud her efforts that she’s commissioning; my only prayer is that someone is listening.
I am filled with words even when I feel like my mind went blank – I immediately observe. Then think.
My technique has a couple holes; still, God knows my heart and soul.
Inspired by the little things [it’s where the signs are] and I’m taking it in.
Clutching the pure joy it brings; as so, I grasp the many blessing of its memory.
Slowly healing each scar; I’m confident that I don’t have that far.
One hour ago things were very grey; right now I’m more than amazed.
Repetitive things don’t always adjust to the way I think; life is familiar – just like writing in the same ink, doesn’t mean I’m going to writing the same thing.
I’m looking for grace and mercy to flood my soul and spirit; I want to feel it in my veins; I’m searching for it beyond these walls, above this ceiling!
Don’t make me say that again….
I am great
I am empathetic
I am not small
I am not pathetic
I am a servant
I am a leader
I am not quiet
I am a loud speaker
I am a conqueror
I am triumphant
I am not less than
I am one out of one-hundred
I am filled with glory
I am thankful to my Lord
I am not fiction
I am a true story
What is my deal? I’m providing all good energy, yet, to others, the price of it is a steal!
Am I too nice, too lenient? Do you think it’s fair, even though I’m obedient?
Give me a moment – I’m talking to myself; you know what they say, “that’s not good for your health.”
Well, what I do? Why is there silence, will the answers I receive from my questions be of any use?
I can’t stress it enough! We are here to be used for good works; one shouldn’t abuse, because one is a jerk.
Going outside of the lines isn’t a feature I hold, and it’s a habit I choose not to break.
I’m opposed to repeating any of my mistakes.
It’s intriguing to watch one actually have the guts; it devours my stomach with disgust.
I can’t stress these things enough!
Being of use in good works was the only thing expected of us.
Continue to be useful, not useless; don’t stand in the way of another’s shot – be humble, your character is all you got!
Shower me with mercy so that grace flow when I speak…
Europa
