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Resiliency
Subscribers around
follow this and follow that
Awareness.
Moon eyes like a cat
Not defining myself by that
Curiosity, surrender, wisdom
I’m ok with being misunderstood...
Not telling myself how to react.
Allowing myself to be free from the need to react.
Tomorrow maybe? Bed Frost
Yaaaa
Back to the typewriter
Back you see
I need to write poems
My soul needs to bleed
Bleed out bleed out for the pain I can’t bare
Bleed out onto the page
avoid the suffer and scare
I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
Insomniacs in the day, I can’t let go of my mistakes
Maybe I feel the shame and it’s pushing and pulling me
And maybe I have no control
Yeah probably that
One day my body will be an ancient artifact
Maybe that’s good enough
I wanna see my dog I wanna get hugged
Sooner than later I’ll have it all figured out
Probably not but I’m not one to doubt
Life is so funny
But still I’m scared
I know I should trust
But can’t help but feel bare
I guess nothing ever grows without a batter or scrape
If my wounds could heal yes that would be great
Or maybe they are scars
Not far from once were wounds
And cause I keep punching them in self suffering
Bruises do seem bigger in the mirror
I’m here and I’m sad cause I miss my dad
It’s been nearly 3 years now I long for a sign
Everything right all in due time
The uniqueness of experience
Let me be clear
I’m not unique
This much I fear
I wonder sometimes how I even got here
Could things have changed with a couple small tweaks
Or this life am I gratefully doomed to eternally repeat
You see
I wonder if the nature of it matters
The details can be different but the proof is in the pudding
Like a ship in the night
Regret stay put and
I think I have grown, in sanity and serenity
But I am eternally tethered to the teetering and delicate harmony of that which I can’t control
I guess the best I can do is
Cultivate the awareness
A lot
A lot is a beautiful thing
A lot of space and the memories sing
Some happy and joyful
Some filled with despair
I try to find peace, will the courage be there?
Maybe being okay is easier than being troubled
And locking myself in a self hate bubble
And drowning myself in regret and confusion
Sometimes my own lies can create a delusion
Like I’m not beautiful or blessed or lucky to be here
Like my problems aren’t small, like I can’t see quite clear
This poisons the mind - the phone with 5G
Watching my friends thru the internet yet feeling disconnect from the inner net
The webs that makeup this brain of mine
And scars that makeup this pain of mine
Maybe I’m blind and maybe Gods there
And maybe just maybe he truly does care
Sadness you see is such a silly thing
I’d much rather be happy, I’d much rather be free
But I forget often the choice is with me
Maybe I should refocus and fix my clouded judgement
Get outside and breathe fresh air and hugs for my cousin
Yeah that’s what I gotta do to get out of this funk
Not smoke or drink or rage inside
If I look in my soul, it’s really quite wide
I have passion for justice, and a longing to be free
Now if only I could be still as a tree you would see
That I am growing, and I am happy
Doing it
This is what it feels like. Going against the grain. Fighting thru the pain. Making my own lane. Trying to stay sane. Quiting playing game. Not in it for the fame.
Or the fortune.
Fuck if I know, I just want to make my mom proud
Self doubt in my head screamin so loud
Wow
The mind is a powerful thing, you see
Sometimes you have it and sometimes you’re on your knees
Cursing, crying, wondering why
Next moment
Dreaming, wishing, reminiscing
Maybe I am truly ill in the head
I’ll rest when I sleep and I’ll sleep when I’m dead
How it feels
It hurts
I’m not really sure how it works
But it hurts
I’m not really sure where it hurts
But it hurts
I’m not really sure why it hurts
But it hurts
A dull aching hurt
With the occasional sharpness
Like an itchy scab
Or a sprained ankle
Like stubbed toe
Or an ice pick to the back of the neck
It hurts, but I’m still here
I’m still fighting
this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!
ehh what the hell
OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……
WHAT THE FUCK Is THIS MAGIC!??!?!?! Im trying this again IM NOT BSing hahahaha thats actually pretty cool xD
yooooo
yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
FUCKIN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
no BULLSHIT I KID YOU NOT! Look what I found while walking Home…..
OH MY GOD
OH MY F*CKIN GOD
THIS POST FUCKIN WORKS?!?!?! THIS IS PAST A COINCIDENCE NO WAY!??! NO FRIGGIN WAY!!!
Im Going to reblog this every day to test this, its MAGIC ITS FRIGGIN MAGIC
I need to believe in the heart of the post…
Oh? Well… *reblag*
i reblogged this and now my uncle is giving me 250 to dye my hair nani the fucko
I have nothing to lose
my palm was itchin today not riskin it
I always reblog the money posts cause I can’t afford not too lol
It works. I just got $300 for no reason.
Money dog is my friend
Money dog is the shit
I believe in the money dog😀
I believe in the money 🐶
Bless me pls money pup 🙏🐕
Just woke up 🙌🏿
Pplease😭🙏🏽
Doing this again because last time I reblogged this I got $50
can’t not reblog the money dog
Help meeeee
I h8 y’all for this but
I feel you
I feel you in my skin
I feel you in my bones
I feel you in my feet
I feel you in my toes
I feel you when I’m here
I feel you when I’m home
I feel you when I hate you
I feel you when alone
I feel you when I’m happy
I feel you when I’m glad
I feel you when I really really really miss you Dad
I feel you when I wonder
I feel you in regret
I feel you when I’m stuck
I feel you when I doubt
I feel you when I do it if only for the clout
I wonder do you feel me
Do you miss me too
Do you see how hard I’m trying
Do you see how much I knew
Do you see how much I struggle
Without you by my side
Do you see how much I doubt myself and stay awake all night and cry
Do you trust me
Do you doubt me
Are you with me as I go
Do I hold on to impermenance even though I know
One day one day soon I hope
I’ll trust it all some more
Until then I’ll just stay here
Whispering at the door
RNS
Early in the morning
Twisted and yearning
Barely even earning
No harness
No safety
No fallback
NxWorries
Digging deep
Trusting it all
Breaking down
Feeling small
Deep breaths to set the pace
Just for today
This ain’t a race
Shut the FUCK UP and breathe
Chaos around - it stays on the creep
30 hours in, still can’t sleep
Stomach grumbling
Brain mumbling
Paranoia - it’s seeping out my armpits
Barely ate lunch so I can’t take a shit
A month without alcohol, 31 hours since my last dance with Mary Jane
Not craving the pleasure, not fearing the pain
Talked to my ma, told her what up
Sticking to Buddha; I don’t trust a slut
Feeling myself on the much higher plane
Way beyond Pluto, talking soul leaving brain
Running
Not sitting
Not standing
Barely stoic
Questioning and digging for nothing
Answers inside
Outside’s a mess
Know that I’m blessed but can’t afford the stress
Know that I’m made and know what I’m worth
Know that on a good day, my scars barely hurt
Not really afraid
Well maybe a little
Not really sure
Can’t play the fiddle
But I know the baritone and in my own home I’ll roam
Free
Booty on my new bitch
Same as my old girl (Booty)
Booty on my old bitch
Blonde wit Tim’s n fur
No e cause you I know I got the j
Old weed cause you know I
Horton hears a who
My rhymes too lit for u
Author in my own regard
hold the key yet still I’m starved
Sleepy , weary, discontent
Think of morning I could have spent
Energized, feeling fly,
touch the sky, brand new guy
Fire burning, fueled and gassed
Changing lanes and speeding fast
Flint stones style, with the rock for the brake
Roomba for my ma cause she said jetsons fake
The panties
I’m tryna be smart
But these women hurt my art
Got me so distracted
Got me so attracted
Focusing my thetons on the photons
And my theories on the truth
Did
Mingling with the dark secrets
Question whether I can keep it
Or forced to share that which is Known
With that stolen far away from Home
