Monday, March 7, 2022

Voided




My cup runneth over, but yet I still feel parched.

I feel like a lingering  thought.

I feel like an incomplete dish.

Something is definitely missing.

I've tried to fill it with religion.

I've tried to feel it with art.

I've tried to fill it with romance. 

I've tried to feel it with danger.

I've tried to fill it with charitable deeds.

I tried to fill it with idle games.

I've to fill it with random hobbies.

I've even tried to fill it with lust.

Never the less I will feel and emptiness. 

It's cold.

Feels so desolate.

It feels so bleak.

Am I just remain searching for all eternity.

Will I ever be whole?

Will I ever be fulfilled?

Will I ever be complete?


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Thursday, March 3, 2022

Lullaby

 





You were an incomplete thought.

A vision of what may have been.

I don't  know why it turned out this way.

I blamed myself.

I even cursed God for a  spell.

I was looking for answers.

I was looking for someone to blame.

I only had one job and was to protect you.

You'll never feel what is like to grow.

I'll never see you take your first step or hear you speak your first words.

All I have is memory of what may have been.

You never even got to draw your first breath.

I will remember your spirit for eternity.

I will forever mourn that lost part of me that never got to be.



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Saturday, February 26, 2022

it's up to you




It's entirely up to you.

No one can live your life.

No one can plot your course.

It's up up to tap into the source.

It's your vision.

It's your  destiny.


You don't need approval.

You don't even need support.

All you need is passion, drive, and the tenacity to go forth 



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Saturday, January 29, 2022

The long walk

 Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning in sea uncertainty.

Sometimes I feel like companionship is evading me purposely.

Sometimes I feel like I'll never find my destiny.

Sometimes I feel unworthy.

Sometimes I feel like a theirs not a single soul living that can relate to me.

Often I wonder if my loneliness is just a my jaded perception of reality or a cruel twist of for me.

Will eternal isolation be my final destination or will attracting the perfect confidant be my ultimate destiny?


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Saturday, November 20, 2021

mistakenly

 




It's not the end of world if doesn't go planned.


Don't beat yourself up for falling short.


Don't go to pieces.


Don't get all out of sorts.


Thier will always be things in life you can be prepared for.


Unforseen circumstances will always occur.


Life will move so quickly things will seem like one big blur.

Just always keep one thing in mind.


There is time limit on dreams and nothing is as hopeless as it seems.


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Worlds apart.






We live in the same America yet live different lives.

It's supposed to be equality for all.

However, the all part hasn't seemed to kick in yet for a few.

In your America we are all one.

In my America that be further from truth.

In your America the system is just.

I my America the system does not us.

In your America all lives matter.

In my America mine does not.

The writing's has been wall.

You choose to call it art.

This how I can be your next door neighbor but still be wolds apart.




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Seeing is believing

 



My cites under siege.

My cites under siege.

I see war.

I see suffering.

I see a problem.

I stare out my window and all I see is suffering.

Then then glance in my mirror and all I see is me.

My cites under siege.

My cities under siege.

My city needs answers.

My city needs a solution.

My city needs me.





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