Pressed4Patience

Life is full of options....In my life, I choose to verbally assert my views, inner-most thoughts and feelings, poetry, and desires....I choose to do so via speech, writing, and daily conversations. I loathe blatant ignorance...I am loquacious, and not to mention a slight wordsmith...P.S. I chose to establish my Tumblr to allow the world to experience life as seen through my eyes, heard through my ears, and spoken through my mouth! Lastly, enjoy!

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Today is a new Day...

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QMHP Life

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Paddle boats...R O C K! (at Sandy Bottom Nature Park)

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New movement coming soon! #letsgetuncomfortable #staytuned #resourcepetition

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🤗🙃Drinks here I come-ith. Thine paperwork is complete-ith!

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Dear Orlando, sorry they saw it coming! -A stranger

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Love this QOTD!

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These articles happened...🔰

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Move or BE moved...

What is a movement? A global/nationwide/local ACT of CHANGE that involves likeminded people communing to attempt to solve/eradicate/make aware an issue that negatively effects a population of people, enacting difference and implementing efficiency to increase efficacy and resources for said population. For example, Relay for Life= Cancer movement, March of Dimes= Premature Birth Awareness, GoFundMe= Raising money for causes/awareness, etc. My movement= "Consensual Mediocrity" Act: promote literary awareness/entrepreneurship, enhance public speaking/writing skills, self-efficacy, and of-course supplant lethargic modalities for intuitive motivation and creative drive. Size of movement: A mustard seed. Why? Heard that's all the faith I need. Question: will you join? Link to purchase your own copy is listed below. Consent to your own greatness! Link: https://www.amazon.com/author/speaking_volumes

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The Official signature page for my book is complete for those that have purchased a copy and unable to retrieve a personal insignia, please fwd me your address via Facebook messaging or e-mail: [email protected]. I am mailing off **4 this week! Thank you all for your continued support. Please buy, rate/review on Amazon and B&N if you have the opportunity! "Give yourself consent!" Link: https://www.amazon.com/author/speaking_volumes

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Sample from my new piece!

Athena's Cry You are not of God for me and yet I mistook his voice as your footprints...Putting faith in a man that has yet to fall in love with his own potential...yet I already knew this...Dear Orpheus...you are only as strong as your weakest battle at your greatest...but you already knew this...creamy intentions of buff ambitions...I cried for your kiss...I cried for our kids...I cried for favor yet mistook your energy for Gods Bliss...I was too worthy for a man that never loved the sight of my flesh...we are simple...two roads diverged in a wood, yet I took the one I always traveled by...how sick! I was ready to be loved...ready to lick your open wounds...you're a broken soul...but God answers prayers faster than you can mend broken bones...your vessel is incomplete...yet I chose to fill your void...alone...walking through distorted valleys of shattered Kings...you were never supposed to be my Romeo...we are at war...yet you are an escapist...Dear Zeus, you promised me my Aphrodite, did you forget? How cold nights teased golden trumpets...Trojans made me dance to a tune I could never forget...I recall no one stands up to my glory, for I was the one that made Medusa's hair a snake pit...did you forget? Vile, I am not, yet forever walking men out of the underworld...Dear God

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What are you worth? What are the things used to validate your worth? What are the things used to discredit your value? The real question is, is self value an opinion or fact? For the record the worth of any and every human being is priceless. Life can not be placed at a monetary increment. The...

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Thinking out and loud

If you're quiet enough, you can hear the stabbing of an absent father or shooting of an innocent child...If you're quiet enough, you can hear their prosecutors pray for forgiveness, and sleep without remorse...If you're quiet enough, you can hear the curdled screams of a rape victim who lived next door but to afraid to call the police #tbt If you're quiet enough!

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I Die Inside Daily...

Have you been to www.gofundme.com/speakingvolumespoetry yet? No/yes/partially? Well now is time to be apart of a visual and vocal campaign...you got it! A movie ticket for Think Like a Man 2 is what, 10 bucks? I'm only asking for $5 donations and you can hold my reward for years, its not disposable...its priceless! #voicesandvision #supportpoetry #beapartofgreatness #stopprocrastinating

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Crimson Glasses...How I see it

Sample piece from my book: Donate now via www.gofundme.com/speakingvolumespoetry #raw #support #standforsomething 'Crimson Glasses' See, how I see the world varies... I've seen double standards become religion and morals become tooth fairies...see power doesn't exist anymore...cuz knowledge is power, which we lack, but its cool cuz we were taught being born black meant something...we were taught to embrace those lashings on our backs because they were just pretty eye sores...we were taught opening legs before minds kept us from being poor...and in black minds, killing people over skittles and sneakers is worth dying for...we are a confused people...we think a diploma is a ticket out the struggle we were built for...I think...we die inside daily...see a piece of our soul disintegrates when another bastard is born...making room for another black to disappoint our race...but being black is cool if we make it to 18 without stab wounds...black is cool if you got food stamps to trade...black is cool your child reads at a fifth grade level in the tenth grade...black is cool if your daughter sells her pussy to help get bills paid...and we are a proud people honey...black and bold enough to walk with our heads held high...stampeding on egg shell movements if refreshments are served...but blacks think showing face is enough...see blacks think working for minimum wage is enough...blacks think going to church on Easter Sunday is enough...blacks think TV dinners and BET is enough...blacks are simple...we don't ask for much...only wealth that our education doesn't permit, new KDs instead of paying rent, new jobs still coverin up dirty piss...we are divine honey...built to show the world how orange will never be the new black...we choose to separate ourselves...we choose rights over reading...we choose death over breathing...we choose breeding over saving...we choose to believe in the tooth fairy...see, how I see the world varies...my crimson glasses tell stories...they tell me that blacks lack knowledge, but we love power! "Be the Change you want to see in the world" -Mahatma Gandhi

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Starving Writers Unite

Solidify your pledge for my book campaign ASAP via www.gofundme.com/speakingvolumespoetry #youweresomeonesdreamonce #supporthungryartists #imstarving

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He enters...eventually...me...

Im shook Patter of pandora plays in mist He awakens lust Long awaited penetration Oblivious to becoming another slave to a page in my rhyme book...nas... Dangles in the illmatic thump of my pulse...beating to the drums of holy shit this is really about to happen...an old friend...entering into my queendom of denial and bastardly oppression...he leaves a magnum trail uttered with the words of we got two more rounds...i was nervous yet somehow conquered all fears...i wanted to need him...unexpected kisses left traces of semen on my tile floors, thank god for hot water and ambition...his penis was larger than my expectations...i salivated...his lips initiated their presence onto mine...invitation accepted...he had been ready...anticipatory climaxes led to fucking glory...moans of fuck yes and harder scratched against arteries...ribs scuffed with acrylic and damn that box was wet...she was wet...i was wet...we were wet...i was everyone! The only one succumb to his throbbing erection in that room...my studio...my fortress, dangling nas in my tonsils...he kissed away my ambition... Taste buds reaking of minimum wage and after shave...we fuck harder...hands callused from 8 hours pay...we fuck harder...stomach pulsating to the tune of my out of shape calves...we fuck harder...eyes pierced into the collapse of my breasts...we fuck harder...nose entranced by the smell of my skin...we fuck and fuck and fuck until pressure bursts pipes and you have to rush home to your twins...i sit silently when u leave, dwindling on the past already...i needed you to want me...long awaited penetration is the best form of mind manipulation...he has me right where he needs me...legs open, mouth shut!