TheDiaryofA _madPOET.

d-_-b "Do you understand me now...Sometimes I feel a little MAD- but don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel. When things go wrong you see some bad. Ya know, sometimes I'm so carefree with a joy that's hard to hide! :) Then sometimes again it seems all I have is worry & then you're bound to see my other side. But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good- Please don't let me be misunderstood..."

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Relax. Shop. Enjoy. Welcome!

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“The Intensifying, Universal Cry for Justice” is the title of the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan’s Saviours’ Day 2015 keynote address set for Sunday February 22 at Christ Universal Temple in Chicago, IL. and is scheduled to be carried live via webcast @ http://NOI.org/webcast

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David Suzuki, from this video.

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learn something! 

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damn. some enlightening shit.

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No blur of inexactness, no cloud of vagueness, is allowable in good writing; from the first seeing to the last putting down, there must be steady lucidity and uncompromise of purpose.

Eudora Welty (via writingquotes)

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madpoetgeist:

I was introduced to the slam ball this morning. (Btw this is not me.) It's definitely a method you want to add to your work-out routine, especially if you're trying to achieve that intense I just came face-to-face with death and back killer work out! I will definitely be investing in my own 20lb slam ball. (goodness my limbs are still shaky)

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Act my age? What the fuck is that, “act my age”? What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor.

This belongs on my blog, if nowhere else. (via azraelwrites)

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Lone ★ State of Mind

For the first time the state of being alone has transcended into loneliness, slowly pushing to the surface abandonment. In my mind it's so loud. My voice speaks not. Have I any feeling left? I think not. In my eyes I try to cry, there's nothing. Perhaps instead of stepping towards  this unknown I began running And now it's gaining on me; as I hold it all in. It's weighing on me but I hold my head And poke out my chest. Perhaps the lump in my throat makes it hard to digest.

I played them all; On the midnight text saying I miss you- Knowing it's not true but I've issues Because something is missing. The more I try to fill the void I just occupy myself with more digging. I don't know. I stopped smoking Just to see how Numb I'd become on my own. Situations have turned me cold against myself...

Am I defeating where I use to defend myself? If I begin running, how much further Can I go Away from myself In the state of being alone.

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Frida Kahlo painting her body cast 

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The better side of perception.

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I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

Frida Kahlo (via crayawn)