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The Words Written: { Written: Tuesday, October 31, 2006 } Wat...
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Wat...: { Written: Tuesday, October 31, 2006 } Waters Wading in waters full of red and greens. Utter contradictions delude my mi...
Wat...: { Written: Tuesday, October 31, 2006 } Waters Wading in waters full of red and greens. Utter contradictions delude my mi...
Written: Tuesday, October 31, 2006 }
Waters
Wading
in waters full of red and greens.
Utter contradictions delude my mind.
Confined to the restrictions of my own phantoms.
Do I fight these haunting visions of the UN-suppressed;
like the sand of quickness pulling me down?
OR indulging in a desire to be sucked under?
At the same time,
I reach for a hand to pull me out,
Revelations of my creation this self-devaluation only my own can be lent, within;
Find that resilience picking up the reminiscence, pieces of me;
See, a lost sense of identity regained, is what i need to push up and through, un-wavering.
My heart is saturated with the need and desire for someone else to make it beat.
But it’s time to pump my own blood.
Pumping functionality, and supply a breath of life flow to circulate in my veins.
Maybe then I would catch my footing, ground myself, and grow.
Utter contradictions delude my mind.
Inhale the viscous air, smells so sweet;
and drips down my lungs, suffocating me.
Confined to the restrictions of my own phantoms.
Do I fight these haunting visions of the UN-suppressed;
like the sand of quickness pulling me down?
OR indulging in a desire to be sucked under?
At the same time,
I reach for a hand to pull me out,
Revelations of my creation this self-devaluation only my own can be lent, within;
Find that resilience picking up the reminiscence, pieces of me;
See, a lost sense of identity regained, is what i need to push up and through, un-wavering.
My heart is saturated with the need and desire for someone else to make it beat.
But it’s time to pump my own blood.
Pumping functionality, and supply a breath of life flow to circulate in my veins.
Maybe then I would catch my footing, ground myself, and grow.
(noting to selff after rereading... wow damn girl, boohoo much? hawaahh layin on that a lil thick there i was... such is the nature of free writing ha. ((but was a mope huh? chuckles to self)
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