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[mystoryfortheaudienceoftheworld]

#poem #apoetiamnot #fromtheheart #boyfriend #latenightwritting #love #ilovehim

[askjadeeldataylor]

Acceptance Is The True Beauty And The Eyes Opener Of Worlds

Accepting who you are is what mundanes struggle with a large portion of their lives, But do we struggle with it as well? The moment we truly awaken we see the world differently from those who continue to ignore the small details. 

The small details that are the most precious in my eyes I know others can not see. how beautiful I see others. How their world is beautiful along with them, so fascinated. Even describing it in words makes me see everything differently. But it’s that beauty I see within those that seems to be lost and darkness consumes their lives and clouds their judgment. And my wanting to shower them in love and show that their still someone willing to express themselves and bring out the good.

 Mundanes walk along the lines of purity and sin. Though seeking acceptance from those they idolized within their inner circle. But is it worth the pain that is inflicted even the purest of caring hearts? By those who chose not to love or are incapable due to past traumatic events that sometimes becoming haunting. And that poor heart shattered by an invisible bullet taking away their breath their vision. 

The reality check of this age I am reborn into. I have some sympathy for the lost and the shattered but at times is brought on only by themselves for even I had put my self straight in the open but gave to much trust to something that shall never change though fate keeps bringing me back to the same spot. 

I have become just like them. Only my shattered pieces evaporate to never be reclaimed. 

[misspinkmedicnin]

Time

You know, it's really disappointing when it's been years and some people haven't changed. Like really? You haven't improved one ounce? Well then... you can stay stuck, and I'll go on growing. ✌.

[misspinkmedicnin]

Light☀️ & Darkness⚫

🌖In the light everyone tries to hide their shadows.

But in the dark, there is no light. 🌌

So everyone has to admit they are dark.

🌒The darkness is honest, it has no where to hide. In the light there is bounds of dishonesty. Shadows creeping in with true purity. And you never know who is truly light and who is truly dark.

🌓So I stay here in the dark.

🌑At least here I know who everyone is.

✨🌖🌗🌘🌔🌔❇

#latenightthoughts #mywork #poetry

[smilestogetthrough]

As my last message goes un responded, both hearts sinking lower each say, how I hope you are sitting there telling her off but instead you're giving her the love and attention you gave me before I took off What I did was a total mistake, was what clouded both of our heads Yours about falling for the "one you don't have to worry about" and me for choosing distance instead I'd like to believe this wouldn't have happened, if I would have just stayed my place But the damage was done long before I took run, tricked right in front of my face Accepting is always the hardest part Some people choose not to do I learned that people might not be who they seem But dammit I really loved you.

[crossbonessmash]

And it taketh away

I gave and gave, Until I almost gave you, My birth name, How dare I sullied, My God given right, For some one so ill, Who has no fight, No will,

I gave everything, And now I take it away,

I gave you happiness, And now I take it away,

I miss my princess, And the mermaid, The temptress harpie, That spins the red spider web, Nothing could stop me, Not even the madness in my head, From seeing you again, But

We gave everything, And now it taketh away,

We had happiness, And now it taketh away,

[bluehairgoddess]

Awake

Most nights I'm awake wide eyed and with no signs of sleep to come. So I started sleeping with my curtains open so that little glow of the moon light and parking lot lights can shine through, gracing my blankets softer than that kinda hot kinda cold air that blows out of the vent on the celling right above my bed. did you know the sky gives off this kinda orange sorbet color, no clouds just a sold bed of soft fruity orange sorbet in the sky. I watch out my window for signs of life, around this time there seems to be no one alive but me. gives me the feeling of being alone in the world. its actually a nice feeling. besides they fact that you have no one to talk to imagine having no responsibility no one to impress or prove your self too, just be you for a while. But the flash of lights from a car hugging the curve of the near by street snap me back into reality till the light changes the stale color green their pass to keep going. I try to think of different reasons why the cars are out on the lonely road this time of night. did they work the late shift that no one else wanted So they could feed their family? Could they just be a night owl like my self? Do they have a restless baby in the back seat who only falls asleep during long car rides?or are they just curing their late night craving for a Arizona and a bag of hot cheatoes at the gas station across the street. Which then prompts me to grab my own little 3am snack. The possibility's are pretty much endless. I do this almost every night with the cool relaxing voice of Erika Badu or Janet jackson playing in the background singing about the good times and love with the occasional old school rap song. pandora is my only friend this time of night  I'm awake playing with the curls in my head occasionally picking up my phone to see what time it is. That always sucks though to see that yet another half hour just went by with no change in my mood, yes I'm still awake. Constant calculations of how many hours of sleep I could try to get before my dreaded alarm interrupts the dream I was wishing for all night. I take one last sip of water, I wait till my eyes get heavy my mind slows down and all my worries about the day to come has drifted away in a smooth dance between my pillows and sheet, I think I'm asleep?   

[smileformesugar]

How many?

How many battles can one person fight at once until they are spread so far and so thin that they no longer actually exist in a world of their own? Until all that is left of them are faint fragments and traces left in others lives? Like pieces of a scattered robot, intent on being the missing part that will finally make the machine run smooth again. Is there a point when this warrior realizes that their body contains no scars? For there has been no time for a scar to form before they once again tear themselves apart for the sake of another, willing to fight until their very last breath. How many different areas can one person involve themselves in before they forget the very way in which they inhale and exhale to complete the daily cycle of life? Is it not a purpose of humans to help each as they are our own, and for that matter why should we not? Perhaps it is the truth that humans are, in fact, incapable of ever truly breaking or shattering. There is no limit, no point we reach from which we cannot recover. We are an amazing phenomenon, under utilized and for granted. Or perhaps we are much more fragile, and our strength is but a simple illusion that we use as a shield to protect ourselves from the impracticality and impossibility of life. Either way, our brilliance is as clear and as complex as the existence of each rise, and of each fall, of each fingerprint.