Oh my precious fear of vigilance
How can a person live on its own when he is not there
Thunderous grains gushed with the resistance of solemnity
Between my sanity and self-defense of life
A judgment that I can't make
Protecting myself away from all the things that make me happy
Gaping what was I ever missing from this receptive past of mine
The emerging water hire its ground of privileges with the prisoner's eyes of charity destroyed goods
The loss of words that keeps away all the soft gritted teeth under it's the polish wooden floor of the spilled whiskey
Culinary is all that a chef decides to be
But the changes in all this self-explanatory illusion in sync with its tire that bleeds blue over the wheel
The collision of my satchel with blooms of whales over my letters
Well written messages lingered too long
The thing about love just when you think you are in control
You don't always get it back
How am I going to live like that
No matter what transmission of hurricane arise from the dirt of explosive sounds where the volcano echoes
The prejudice facts of worthy
Causing the feeling of wonder to materialize with poison being opposed by the passion
Pitching over the prices
Why on earth this hurts like ceased of flourish waver
Coloring my soul like the red wine that goes down the vain of bloody body
Awoke by the dark thoughts
That holds me away from my doubts
a dream that colors in the peace of mind
As the stars shine beyond the nightfall that doesn't come haunting you back neither does oppression.
In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains seemingly unchanged, and it is in such a twilight that we all must be most aware of the change in the air - however slight - lest we become unwitting victims of the mortal consequences which coal the mixture of pieces of beyond skeleton holds down its pain on the suffering of pictures that hung portrait like it's the unsung story
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The Vicious Passion
Poetry"A woman without her man is nothing" As a woman, we've heard this phrase been spoken uncountable times. Do we ever wonder how does one society stereotype us, women, into one illusion circle category and not knowing how to face it Why is it so hard f...
