inner peace

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Drawn to the edge of the waterin concert with the moontides ebbing, flowing,tasting, smelling,feeling, hearing,waves of the seacrashing, salty, wet,transporting me—Inner peace.
                                                      I will Constantly Grow A year ago…     I was finding myself.      I fell in love with another soul.
Good morning great morning the sun is up it is burning my soul on fire raging like its storming grateful for the day i am earning
The smell of rain  the whipping of the wind waves crashing down effortlessly  yet all seems quiet for a cast away such as myself the city floating away farther and farther  my worries sailing on the waves 
Is my black beautiful? I live in a generation that's cleaning up the mess the previous had made. Striving for equality, justice, but one thing doesn't seem to change.
Emptiness Looking from the outside Pitch black Looking on the inside  An abyss that creeps lingers to the roots of the tree sap Hyper-realistic this life doesnt seem the same
In this day and age,      I only ever hear of one thing:           Goals. They're usually material,      Sometimes pertaining to romance,           But I've yet to find someone who wants more.
In this day and age,      I only ever hear of one thing:           Goals. They're usually material,      Sometimes pertaining to romance,           But I've yet to find someone who wants more.
My beloved  I yearn for her everyday  Wanting to feel her  Only I know I can't because she's nowhere to be found  I search for her frantically, seeking for her presence 
HAPPINESS COMES FROM WITHINBY MIRA WILDER2014Temporary Loversare fleeting bits of blisslittle angels hoverhungry morning kisshow do we divide the timewith all the options granted
There’s something glorious about being a woman Like the feel of Saturday mornings when you don’t have to go anywhere And the sky is painted with lilacs and periwinkle and you wonder “Why do I ever go to Sunday school
In my place I am alone but not lonely I am the wind and my friends are the trees,
He told me to contain my hair. To pull the reins on my paradise. He said "They won't stop staring." He couldn't understand the mutiny. I had  a Garden of Eden growing from my roots.
Still like water, in the shade of palms Beneath the arms, of a desert sun This soul is calm, with the frequencies Of the cosmos, flowing through me Blue sky across rough horizon Endless are these dry oceans
For as long as we survive In these lifetimes we blindly drive We find ourselves wishing for greater
  Alone the rain is not your friend It soaks your coat and taps your head Your feet grow cold and you fill with dread
Remember that day you felt you could never compare That feeling that life just couldn't be fair Remember the tears that flooded your eyes That feeling that life is a pile of lies
Reach that limit Watch the birds fly above in complete aw Take the time to move yourself the way the man above planned you to move Just Take That Time!
Like an Eskimo, I wear many layers I am kept hidden away Safe from discovery or attack Each layer represents insecurity I put on more layers I want to stay hidden Unnoticed
I wish that I didn’t have to tell you how beautiful your body is. I wish that the world would shout about the beauty in the map of your skin. The freckles, stretch marks, bumps and scars
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