destination
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Life is boring, Born to super starring.
Illuminate. Thangs gotta turn around. Really can't wait.
Miracle happens every tym. Culd be our turn.
Better life screaming, where it's damn hard to find a gud wife.
If her love was transportation, no hesitation I'm on a mission, her company heads to the rightful destination. State of elation. A thought of her equivalent to paradise, BLESSING haven. She's beautiful like heaven.
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sometimes the sign you have been looking for is bright and fluourescent
invading the stormy blue sky
sometimes its just a whisper in your ear
soft and subtle
like the brush of a butterfly wing
So much words I want to say
Emotions build every day
For true love I did pray
Now I've found it I'm blown away
Battled for you throughout time
Won every fight to make you mine
In the world of you and I
The path to destination
To know no path does not mean to search no destination.
Finding a path does not mean "having no destination".
Gave of salacious self, your just due
My one and only dream I wanted to come true
Earthbound after a meteorite crash
Healing properties within this castaway shall come to pass
Wings has been tenderly clipped
There is a special place
A place to live out one's full potential
Away from the potent pills of soceity
From unesssary noriety
In turn igniting the passion inside he or she
All we own
All we want
We forget
What we got
This stuff
Not worth a penny
It’s all loss
See the reality
You can take my money
Take my stuff
What a feeling it must be,
To fall and tumble and fly so free.
To fling yourself from a rooftop high,
To call your friend and say goodbye.
And beware the man,
dressed in black.
Holding a gun.
Here’s a silly poem I came up with. Disclaimer: It is NOT to be taken seriously. I was inspired by a Limerick poem which is meant to be silly and weird. Often times they make little to no sense at all.
Everybody is gifted in their own way
So why do we try to wrap them in the same box
Thinking if it works for one it works for the other
but just because they are both white
does not mean they are matching socks
They say suicide
Is a selfish act.
Although I never could fathom why
When it is so difficult to acquire the help one needs
For when problems are spoken
And cold words form in the warm air
I see my destination ahead,
But the more I walk the farther and farther it gets.
The road gets narrower,
And suddenly…I hit a roadblock.
I feel defeated and like there is no point in moving forward.
Why is it I cannot see myself as clear as thee?
I look in the mirror and it is not clear what I am going to be.
How do others know me when I do not believe
the aspirations and destination that is meant for me?
From the swish and sway of the
trees to an unknown beat
To the rhythmic sounds of traffic
progressing down the street
My ears are alert and my fingers
Teddy bear’s choked with duct tape remind us to
“Please drive safely”
Smoky with his grave-digging shovel tells us:
“Today’s Fire Danger is HIGH”
We wind through canyons with dusty, sage-filled air.
I am from plane rides at a week old,
from always knowing there was something
special about my family.
I am from always knowing I was adopted.
