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Bottled emotions, that pour out dramatically;Spill onto my floor, of puddles of agony. The things that had troubled me, are now causing me a surprise,of what’s opposite of apathy. Currently, I think that my blood rushes, like rivers so rapidly. I am no longer lost, no, I am, happily after me; Of my own shadow, … Continue reading 103.

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The world and it’s honest colors —Black shade that causes one to shutter, stutter and then buffer… Makes me just wonder, what other? The electromagnetic energy, and the cool blues that reside in the waters. The red fleshed blood from my wrists that were slaughtered… And the white that glimmers, in the sun, when all … Continue reading 102.

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Dear mother, how lovely and beautiful you are. Being there for me in darkness to remind me how much of a star, you are. Uplifting me in encouragement and sound advice... You are my life. And, although it may appear or seem I am lost — I am not. I am just surfing and gliding. … Continue reading 100.

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Love ideals; True love heals. Fighting to win you, Waters ripples as all things settle. You are like the drop, Like when waters plops. And I am the reservoir, Waiting to devour you. I want to be all around you. My heart feels dead to the touch, but I am aware that you may be … Continue reading 99.

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System oppression, Strangles my existence, To an ism of lessons... I fight to be optimal, Optimistically settling. With options that are minimal. What is this life? What is this life where all I continually know is strife, and if you don’t know about this black man’s plight... Let me tell you, it isn’t easy. Feeling … Continue reading 98.

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You awaken my heart, you enliven my spirit. I am careful to grasp you, yet, so close to a panic. Anxiety grasps me, and I don’t want to act careless. But you shaken my heart, and your body I want to be near it. If you escape me that’s harsh, How I love our sweet … Continue reading 97.

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Attempting to grow through the mud and grime... The lotus flower, inevitably shines but still at will, inevitably is primed — For pain, and suffering. It’s pain and suffering is shuttering you know, the flower itself. Basking in blackness as it rises and attacks air. Striving to breathe, and to live at ease. It doesn’t … Continue reading 96.

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I am recovering from a storm. The water was not nearly lukewarm, but blazing hot. It’s raging hot, Knocked me down to the ground, And it’s amazing I’m not, Broken but soaked in Jesus’s love and healing. It seems to me that him being my savior, is revealing. Reveals truths about why and how I … Continue reading 95.