The poems
The bees
The happy days
Sunshine within the rain

Its those kind of things
The things that make our souls sing

Its worth the sight

Please weather the fight

Raging hostility
Impeccable deflection
Things alike and similar
Seems to reside near unaccountability
Unwillingness to see the owns reflection
Sometimes all this can seem like a two headed snake
As if you've been abandoned in midsts of war
Its a spiritual battle; one which satan cant shake
An anointing humility
A higher self connection

Take a breath

This is not death
Its only a test

So don't stress
Simply try your best

On life's test
And take a breath

I wish you saw me
As he do
A long suffering
Your doings

I almost died today.

I also learned something about myself.

I love who i am so much.

Sometimes i wonder if it's the fact i have faced death multiple times that I'm able to react the way i do?
Every time though, i just know God is with me because honestly you guys i have no logical explanation how im sitting here typing this.

Its truly baffling
One day you cant stay above the water
Then you understand you've been able to breath
That you arent in water at all
Never were.

Its more like being in flight.
You can breathe now
Finally able to grow fond of the sights.

A love so deep
It takes my soul away
A hill so steep
Life left us in dismay
I can't breathe
A lovely home turned disarray
Take heed
You never needed it anyway

Your projections
Show me your direction

Im not like you
I no longer hate myself so much that dragging someone else is something i do
Which sadly is unlike you

I do pray you heal

"Its hard to love someone who's so damaged.."


When this is said
You'll be expected to manage

Have you ever heard something that felt as if you were being branded?

I wonder if im just unloveable
                ..then again i wonder how anyone can care for something when they were never there
Never saw it... never heard you... how could someone care when they don't know...

Damaged...
Is that all i am..
Is that really all they can see...

Its hard to understand how things that were done to me by other is somehow my fault..how the way I survived my hell on earth is "hard" to love...

We are more than damaged.
And ******* it you are not hard to love.

I wanna feel loveable

But now everything's less trustable

So I shell up

Uncrustable

I held on to that.
But I never found my soul in that.

I can't hold onto that.
So I found my soul in straps.

Real tough guy act.
When, I feel alone in fact.

Oh yes
Hes such a yellow fella

So crazy
How days seem
Colorless daisy
You aren't crazy
Ones perspective you see
Can be quiet hazy

***** wild
Am I just tired

Its my mindstate
Which decides my life's fate
Most

Out of control,
Yet obliged
To a role.
Im an aged soul.
Keeping these feelings caged...
I can only see in baige.
All these things..
Ya know,
I once had so many dreams.
But hey,
We all signed it,
unwillingly..
Some contract in life 
to a character you dont even like
Considering disassociation a nice mind hike
Who asked for this life
Where did i finally fall off
My mind got lost
And to what ******* cost

Sit
Hit
Kick
Pick
All can be ticks
My mind likes to play tricks
And thats why i gotta stay gone
A nomadic manic play
What a life to live they say

Alone
My aim is at some throne
Maybe itll be in Rome
Perhaps ill finally find my home

Who needs wings when you have dreams

Im alone &
I lost my home
So im taking one shot to the dome

No one will call anyways

A life without scars

Is only a night without stars

Oh whatd id give to be a piece of art work upon the wall

Im sensitive
I cry
I seem to **** up a good hunk of things
Im afraid ill die a hopeless romantic

Nomadically
Motionless
Poetically
Awkwardly
Lonely
Happily
Sadly
­Soullessly
At least she didnt **** herself

I have ***** envy
Im ****** i cant walk into the gas station without being cat called
God forbid i dont respond
Then im a trash ***** right
******* hear me out
Im jealous i couldnt sit outside my hotel room without almost having to pepper spray this creep...

Im even more envious that everytime i reach out for help
Im left
Labled the black sheep

A waste
What a ******* waste

Sometimes i wonder if you still come to sit and read me

If so
I watch every sunset
I imagine
Bryce is here and
Im pregnant still
Just us on the rocky stubby driveway
Under one of the most beautiful skys ive ever seen...

No ones topped you.

Now im just saying
For me
Lifes always felt like a rollercoaster
Never some race
Somethings always fast pace
Yet never quiet your pace
Begging for nonexsitent closure
Always maintaining composure
Written in everyones face
Heres to maybe never finding my place
Perhaps i am my fate's owner

I miss that feeling of yelling "SHOT GUN"
and that adrenaline fueled race to the car

When things seemed to be so big

The days may merge together
But youve made the best mushed together memories for me
"Might have wasted all his money
But he's never been a waste of time"

You deserve more than what they gave you
You deserve more than what you think you deserve

**** always being "poetically vaulable"
Who the **** says i cant just come to ramble

Im proud
My mind was able to see myself
When no one else wants too

You gotta be mean
Comment about the rhyme scheme
1,1,1
Then go on with a slick diss
Attempting to play judge of anothers
"Pooetical value"


Im out here losing my ******* mind
Pretending its all fine
Never learned where to draw the line
Maybe im stuck, a mental confine

One you could never survive

Refer i am absolute poetry in motion
My words do not always have to hold poetic value to whatever ******* elite ******* poetic ******* value decider reading my writes

I am allowed to write whatever speaks to this soul
Not yours
Your mental box and idea of true poetry is whats laughable
Its one thing to be a critic and another to be an arrogant *******.
You really arent that cool

On my headstone
Quote me
       "She was a manic nomadic manifestation.
Absolute poetry in motion
   Begging for a notion"

And who the **** discovered the circle of life

You're face still holds the memories
But your skin no longer holds the feelings

The third eye
Shall never lie

For intuition
Could be ones higher self coming to fruition

Baby

I am absolute poetry in motion

Someday's
Its pretty and neat
Simple and sweet

Other's
We're an utter wreck
Misunderstood, broken
Screeching all around nonsense to any ear open
Manic mayhem


Yet everyday
I still sit to say

I am absolute poetry in motion