#plightoferasmus

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“Open Letters II”

Started this last year as a way to get out my thoughts up to this point. Also, great way to just get some writing done. A year later and another chance to reflect. I’m thankful for that.

-OA

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RLL.

She is free and she is mine

I claim her in the day time Even more under moonlight She loves that Loves me Loves her Loves the music we make The sounds of...

Stifled moans, and Rounds of applause, and Mac and cheese mixin’ With my brown sugar vixen.

Smitten.

A victim of eyes that glisten And ignite a passion I thought I was missin’ I could go on and on, it still wouldn’t be enough To brush the surface of what And who She is Because she is...

Or was...

Damn. There it is again, Confusing my present with My past When I passed that.

Now, She is free and she was mine.

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Early.

5:50 am, wandering Pondering thoughts of where I am now Feeling like I'm struggling to find my way Feeling like I'm running out of things to say These letters assemble to words and bigger thoughts Ideas Optimus Prime and roll out Through these vocal cords with hopes of being embedded In a hippocampus on every campus Got a few dollars for your dreams, some dimes for your mind, a couple pennies for your thoughts and the funds just dispersed But lately my words hold lesser value Old and new customers leaving with a lighter purse Self awareness is apparent and it's hard to acknowledge That maybe I've been moving backwards, the regression has started And I've been trying to ignore it, I really have... But its clear my vision's distorted, I'm seeing half. Tasks half assed, people half invested in Potential half realized, a life half lived... Its stressful, so I must seek correction Through my own admission, use my own discretion. In a slump and I'm hoping I come out of this in due time. For everybody's sake, especially mine. -OA

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The Meaning

And every time we get together... every time we share words, she’s confused wondering if I’m speaking in literal or metaphor when I say things like...

“I wanna touch you and have you feel me...” or,

“I want to make the fountain of your soul burst forth poured out, for me to see...” or,

“When your voice reaches the heavens its heavenly ecstasy for me...”

But she’s happy. She’s happy and she loves me. Because even after we share words when the time for talk has ceased I show her exactly... what I mean.

-O.A.

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3amPhoneCalls.

Like a sunflower in the summer Swaying in the afternoon breeze, carefree Beautiful black girl, carefree Evolve into the primrose that blooms in the eve In the presence of the moon You remove inhibitions and walls fall Shed all that hides the one... The one that arrives and illuminates the night At dusk comes alive At dawn disappears... Yet, she lends me her ear And I return the favor Continuous exchange for hours Exchange of power Consume food for thought from her oral... At a time when hunger occupies mind Voracious appetite and she feeds me Into the morning, she leads me I notice the roles change without our consent All the same, not a second spent, I regret. And in the daylight, I patiently wait for the time The moon rises and her presence is once again mine.

[pan-africanist]

4, 6, 17, 67

4. kendrick lamar be alright

6. never dated anyone period. lol

17. yes when the siblings and i reminisce 

67. eyes. i like to tare deep in his eyesssss

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Sometimes...

we focus a lot on wanting to be someone else's everything, and miss out on being everything for ourselves. not that there's anything wrong with either, but I feel like it's important not to forget about self. being everything for you might be the best thing you can do for someone else.

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Went to sleep at 11...

woke up at 5. why can't I do this when I'm at school? shoutout to day 1 of getting my sleeping patterns together.