Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?
Your face Transcends Garnish
When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
I lived today. I breathed. I moved. I was. I hope I helped.
I’m a take no prisoners kind of ma… A knockdown, drag out, hang if you… Calculating, ruthless, no fear Nothing to lose, nothing held dear Use you up, throw you to the curb
I choose to be The Most Unclean So you can see The God in thee
It’s quite a process To create a person
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
Because you exist Is the best reason For you to persist
I might be self-absorbed But I’m not selfish I work on Myself Because that’s the best way For Me to help Us
Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today
Blue used to be my favorite color. Now I prefer (purple). (purple) is like blue, but more in… You’re my (more interesting, favor…