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I paint the shades of lifeSo many mockers in plain sightWith faith, I sail past sorrow, sourness, and strifeIn stanzas, I navigate the high waters of life I paint the mysteries that were revealed to meby The One who holds the foundation of the He
Now I Have To Confess...
That My Creative Process...
Is Causing Me STRESS... !?!
Because I Cannot Sleep Due To Wordplay That Creeps...
Inside of My Head When I’m Laying In Bed And Am Trying To Rest...
Monster of greed
Longs to be seen
Ransacks the spark
It leaves its mark.
The mourning wind blows
Taking what it must.
things fall apart
but that is only the start
of a journey that may last days
or years
full of things,
only you can hear
you travel down a path made of gravel
encrusting you with scars
I couldn't think of anything I hated more than Nihilism.
And Nihilists.
And anything that has anything to do with Nihilism.
I hated it.
It's starting to make sense, though.
"Thought she was alone
And still she prayed
Her hurt reached further than her bones
And still she stayed
Her mind can't handle control
Instead she gave
Through Him her love would reach a world
I am filled with lost hopes and dreams
and confusing words, lines, pages
what does this mean?
I'm still in the process of adding words
still trying to figure out this thing called "Life"
Its better to wait...
Better to wait because you keep your heart and mind safe.
Its better to wait...
So that your love it doesn't become tainted.
Its better to wait...
Today,I am a poet.I can feel the wordsWelling up within me,LIke a smile I have not yet freed.
