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I'm tired of people being so surprised at my depth of conversation When it's normal for you to communicate through layers, digging into the truth becomes basic...
You're having delusions of grandeur. Your heart is racing fast, Enebriated. You think you're inspired But this isn't going to last.
When I think of it, I am amazed, how easy it is to remain fearful, to feel undeserving, uneasy, uncomfortable, of who I am. Insecurity slips into my skin like moisture in mist,
Dear Lord, You put me on this Earth to explore. Little did you know what must be accounted for.
In the unknown and uncharted spheres of the universe, Lived a man who cradled our Earth, Tucked behind his sturdy neck and bulky arms, he immersed, Truly, in his own worth.
In the dead of night I looked upon the sky. The stars shone so bright, a light I could not deny. My thoughts drifted and a realization was born. My spirit was lifted,
I’m 60% water Every cell in my body is living For that intricate H2O I persevere to stretch My ambitions To be boundless Like the water That sneaks and slides
I was gone
Excruciating Love Never have I encountered such a plight In which my heart contradicts its morals. Her skin is dun, while mine is fairly light
You're beautiful. You're inspiring. You're flawless. I wanna be you. I wanna know you. I'm scared to talk to you. I don't know if you'll talk to me. You'll never like me. I'll never be you.
I wear a mask, thick as leather Beneah the seams fear keeps the mask together No scars lie behind this invisible shield A single word is all that's concealed
What will I do in the future?How will I do it?What am I doing now?
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses Your fear is soul crushing
I wanna act like you're gonna understand what I'm trying to say and relate But truth is empathy seems to be dying, wasting, and endangered We're all facing different demons No one to go to
What is a goal?
I wake up to these four walls each and everyday My cold room, this broken house, all take it's toll on me No food to eat, dirty clothes to wear, no money in the bank
It began when a little girl raided through her mother’s old clothing on a rainy, summer afternoon. Boxes and bins began to empty as she set aside only the best and most hopeful of the pieces.
There is always two choices. Two choices leads you to a sea of infinite decisions. Succeed or fail. Just make a choice. Make your own path.
Ambition. To strive, to feel completed Everything that you may have wanted, Are now the things you may have needed. But tell me, What is Ambition? The ability and hunger to go after your dreams.
1 cup of ambition 3 cups of strength a bundle of support and you will surely win
We plan out lives out in moments, around people, around events. When things don't go accordingly, our worlds fall apart. And, when I write, I write about the rubble: