A war within, filled with natural disaster,
"Why are you like this?" I ask myself, attempting to plaster,
The holes made from betrayals and disappointments from spell casters,
Who lack the conviction to mean what they say,
From opinions about myself that get me in my own way,
That comes from experiences of "god you're in the way,"
Or words that meant "not enough,"
Or that meant "Sit down, you're too much,"
I'm telling you these thoughts come in clutch,
To whisper and scream and demand actions and words indescribable,
To the person regulated in emotion,
Non-understanding of the internal commotion,
If there was a position for the seat of violence, I think I'd get a promotion,
I sit in the shower sometimes, praying for peace,
For to be rooted in love, in joy, to see the way to earn the key
To my Queendom of Heaven,
To commune with the Masters, Ancestors, Guides, Archangels, and Devas of 7,
To fulfill my Life Path Number of 1 & 11.
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PoetryBeyond here is an assortment of poems, prose, and short stories that I have created throughout my life of living. Some may be adorable, some may be heart-wrenching --- all of them come with emotion. They have been created during breakups, get-togeth...
