I miss the man I had. Not without consequence; I planned private affairs when asked not to And was released to do as my behavior warranted. But I wanted him. Without losing myself; I wanted us.
This recurring ideal of being trapped inside of an abstract place is beginning to annoy me. What is abstract about confinement, and what can be concrete about imaginary walls? The mind is a powerful thing, and intelligence is expandable. How and when does one outgrow mental boundaries? After acceptance? Through fortification of positive and encouraging… Continue reading What I Think About Now
my pieces have to come together eventually saying something I've told myself to tell myself again who are you to judge repeat offender unashamed sinner holy redeemer,purchased at a price what's the cost of life a million men marched so many more lost life as they knew it gaining less than you know to be… Continue reading thoughts of a success story
there you go again talking to me when i asked you not to don't you remember i told you i don't like you but here you are again speaking to me about your thoughts and feelings don't you see me not listening to a thing Who wants to stay dry when the weather's right Spring's… Continue reading Show and Tell
losing sleep to work my way back to where i used to be no excuses being the best hustler I can be and it feels so free like no one can own me one day at a time letting go of and leaving little in my wake Nothing's promised if man don't work; a man… Continue reading Untitled December 16th
My heart's boundaries grow like roots under tree leaves; in girth and in strength. via Daily Prompt: Pungent
It's a fight. I'm fighting. We are fighting; my body and I. Without weapons or brute strength, I fight like a mother watching beauty be fed filth. Imagine the her, mother, famished by illusion. Now, the he, father, rummaging through rubbish for sustenance to perpetuate said illusion. My heart hurts. This is vitality. … Continue reading Liminal Prayer
Do I deserve to deserve you? I'm caught up in my feelings; telling myself I should hear from you. But I remember, it must've been like pulling teeth for you. How many days has it been since my last message went unanswered? I've done a few things since then. I've started a second job. I… Continue reading Sleep Quality
Sometimes I misplace words like other people misplace their car keys. Hiding them from myself, so I'll think about what I was doing when I put them wherever I find them. I think I'm the only person who does this. I guess that makes me a narcissist.
A perfect distance between lost and just recluse Conjoined with the spirit without a grasp on neo-reality Prosed and poised in the gratitude of a sense of self And not overlooking the need for someone else Is this love flowing out of me Word by word Phrase by phrase I thought once I must be… Continue reading A Lost Valentine