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Mon, 09/08/2014 - 21:56 -- Soulae
 
my mind has several jobs right now,
working in three positions,
looking at the past, stationed in the present and plannin to be promoted in the future,
I'm drunk,
not literally you know from alcohol,
I'm intoxicated with memories spilling out of experiences,
that seem to keep me high whenever I try to stay sober,
i got dreams ya know,
i wanna...
let go of every possible thing that has kept me from being free,
nothing is worth damaging my life and letting my dreams slip away from me,
I can see now that I'm talented,
it took me so damn long,
doubt had me in bondage suffocating my lips and giving me amnesia,
killing every possible thing inside me thats real and trading it in for society,
the voice that whispers quietly your not enough, listen to me, you never will be,
you are your past,
you never will be better so just follow me,
I know without a doubt thats not true anymore,
I can't believe I even believed that but I know I'm ready to move on,
it's evident cause when I wake up the passion inside my still body screams every morning cause she's tired of hiding,
i'm ready to put myself out into the world and show everyone what I can do,
I did everything to myself that people would probably say will kill your soul but it didn't I just became stronger,
gave me different pupils to see around my walls that stand up in my cement heart,
found things about myself that I didn't know,
that I never I was, like intelligent, passionate and beautiful,
the mask that portrays something else, miss shell unable to come out,
I found,
found something authentic, locked in the safe,
I'm the only one that has the key and I opened it and there I was,
fresh, energetic and ready to be myself but I had baggage that I had drop off before I jumped into another personality,
me,
I'm ready to be someone out of the ordinary,
myself,
not what you see but the person beneath the brown skin,
I'm ready to take the steps to letting go of my past,
cause its just not worth nailing my feet in a stagnant position not accomplishing any goals,
like I said before I got dreams and I'm tryna let every vision I process to take me far,
Do whatever it takes to make my dreams come to an realistic state where I can see them passionately happening right up in my face,
this is not just poetry.
 

Comments

Mafi Grey

I like this, its speaks the truth about you; the hidden layers wrapped in responsibilities

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