if it weren't for the journey
there would be no gravity to hold down your feet
if it weren't for your feet
there would be no memories.. no dreams breathing in your bed sheets
you belong to the road
and poetry belongs to your suitcase
so load your ink
and walk the walk of the beast

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the glass mirrors your soul
you are either half empty
or half full

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you thought I did not exist
but here I am a dream between your lips
do not long this dream
the sun awaits our rise
and the morning is a gift

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I feel it bursting fire within me
I feel its rage growing in my bones
it speaks truth and screams wisdom
to the uncomfort in my ear
and the ego in my soul
will you listen?!
it begs and pleads
until I stop running from its voice
and I tune in to its negative feels
that redirect me to fun and joy

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in the face of storms I am a prayer
my chest is a shrine
my god is bigger than any harm

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you say you cannot find me..
but you have yet to look in poetry
if I am not in your arms then I am in between the lines
translating my heart into words and poetry

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Flowers bloom from the dirt
Rain falls from thunder
There is gain in hurt
There is healing in hunger
Before the sun flirts
With a life bowed and humbled
Storms strike to give birth
To nature's ambitious jungle

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Darling..
I am not always summer
There are tides within me
Storms with fingers drawing rainbow colours
I am not always summer
I am showers and thunders
I am an untamed sea
I am the voice of opera and the hands of a drummer
Sometimes I rise clouded from the east
But from my rain summer blooms
And I am always a lover

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It's alright little one
I am frightened too
When the night gets dark
I lose my sight of the truth
I see shadows from my past
I see monsters lurking through
Their teeth are sharp
Their voices are loud
Like thunder, their heart beat booms
I take my breath
I listen close
Then I realise..
They're frightened too

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I am a model
Stripping my dress
Peeling my skin
Modeling my thoughts
I walk in depth
Poetry crawling from my flesh
My nudity echoes in ears
And shies from eyes
I am the fashion in my words
I create art and strike a pose
I am a woman, not a show
A pretty soul in disguise

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