I am always quoting about my fickle feelings,
Because there's no antidote.

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I am always quoting about my fickle feelings,
Because there's no antidote.

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She's a Goddess?
Hell yeah.
She's a Queen?
Absolutely.
She's the one?
You should watch her in a white dress.
But?
But.. I need her to see this

Hate is heavy
Let it all go
don't allow it to
take over your heart &
soul.

Why is she hateful, you ask?
He who did not see her worth.

And together we tell her this ;
Be a light instead
Radiate your glow
Then you'll be beautiful
Like a sparkling diamond
On fresh fallen snow.

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Love,
Hate,
Dark sides.
What I found in you is what I lost in me. I could watch you in endless slumber, As I watch my darkness kisses your skin…
In a world so cold I watch you breathe. Breathing so faintly,
I can feel you gasping,
Suffocating for air as the darkness engulfs you
Slowly...slowly …
Sunlight that turned into dark light.
I hear you crawling and screaming for help.
What did I do to you?
You asked,
I said :
"It will turn you to ice"
I watched you through a telescope
Your demons were bloodlust,
You the kinda lust one seeks when in need of love.
My demons whispered
" that what happens when you let us get our way"

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To the person that kept mispronouncing my name,
The fun fact about my name is that it doesn't roll off easy on a dry tongue accustomed to mounting a museum of a dead language or dead people.

Now,
Watch my name resurrect it's ancestors in less than three minutes and ten seconds.

Watch it suck your bone marrow between the walls of the slaughterhouse you call a mouth.

This might make you puke and probably collapse but,

Watch this name be feminine as fuck.
That's still intersectional,
That still respects gender.

Watch it politicized it's stance.

Watch it not vote.

Watch it not make excuses for xenophobia, racism, bullying and degrading men, women and mental health.

This name has been making people feel like home,
This name has been a conversation starter for diversity in in worldly views.

Watch this name root for everyone:
Race,
Culture,
Sexuality
And gender.
Watch it take up space and not shiver nor ask for your permission.

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The sun rose before he could wake,
The spilling light shone so bright on the parts he called darkness.

A thousand different dreams and ideas nothing could ever come close to the way the sun kisses his flaws.

An endless source of epiphanies,
Quiet inspiration,
His existence.

Art has answers to questions we buried deep in our hearts that we were too afraid to ask.

A muse, the right kind.
Will inspire your truth from your imagination.

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Spiraling
down
a pit
of anxiety.

When suddenly


A

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f

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headfirst
short
sharp
­ burst.

And then

P r o c r a s tination
spilled un e ve nly

on a tiled bathroom floor.

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I work on myself till I throw up.

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I am working on my health

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I crave progress

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