My insecurities are lies, but still I give in to them at times. They hurt my soul and cover my eyes, So I begin to feel blind. Walking aimlessly is my daemon outstretched... Falling now, is a far fetch. I feel repented and deeply cleansed... By a love in which she and he is my … Continue reading Page 29.
Blank pages stare back at me, and what I write must be the truth. I am in so deep, that my development mandatorily has to be new. The old must wither away; My demons must slither away. And so I think with newfound spirit of Christ beside me; He’s come out from hiding. I’ve kept … Continue reading Page 28.
Every day when the great star arises; I feel hope for the long days ahead. Everyday when I run, and I feel enlivened, I feel hopeful that my thoughts will clear up in my head. I used to dream and strive for stardom, But now I realize that isn’t what I need. I am not … Continue reading Page 27.
The melody reminds me of you today, And, as I try to discern what is true today: The music is lovely, but so is your mood today. Your body is warm, but we are simply cool today, And I am trying not to act a fool today. My heart is tied in knots, tightly, And … Continue reading Page 26.
My pillows smell of your scent.The glare of the sun shines through to the window pane as I awake slow alone.If I lost you, I still have you…Memories help me to fight all along. When I make my first step towards the kitchen counter, I brew coffee as the lasting scent in my memories of … Continue reading Page 25.
And the way that your smile curves,grants me happiness. We are passionate. Deep talks over coffee,erudition how you word your words. And the way that you talk up beat,Gives me enough poetry to write. For hours I feel spiked, interested.For other women, I truly feel disinterested in. So I feel pressured not to lose you.Ten … Continue reading Page 24.
I feel myself transforming, I just have no idea where my soul is leading. And although my poems are ongoing, I have no idea who is reading. When I find myself brainstorming, I feel my heart that is breathing. Why when I write so much, do I feel so depleted; To only come back to … Continue reading Page 23.