I'll be in my room comprehending my own life
In between the thoughts of my own dead mind
I'd still find it better to stay high on more life
And if I come up first, I know I'll just finish last
Being stagnant as a prayer of person who won't take a chance
Just to switch up on my own perspective, seeing the first
Shall be last, the last shall be first, I hope I finish like that

More on the latter-er
Even fools try to skip a few steps to Heaven
But we all have to climb the ladder,
Not on these false prophets, men not allowed in God's capital
But tell me what's your real stature, or does nothing really matter
Like you been facing your own battles, but really your just battered

The sin with laughter, a recipe for disaster
While the Devil has an appetite for destruction
You're too busy filling up his plate, serving him like
he was your master

You probably use the salt of your life just give his
bowl extra flavour
And would act surprised when God spits you out
Saying you lost your flavour
You'll probably be crying, claiming God must have his favourite
But what's the favour to a favourite, when we were all created
so different, assigned to a nation
Still you do yourself the favour of debating
Whether or not there's a heaven, whether or not your soul needs saving

We feel it more important to save ourselves on preserving a golden life
Trying to tick what's more important in life on trying to live on the spoils that spoil your mind
And at the end of your life you'll feel the regret of your rhetorical question
Of how there's no golden ticket to Heaven

In the realm beyond,
We shall discover a clearer reflection of our true selves,
Where every transgression will be laid bare,
Patiently awaiting our admission.

In the sculpture of time, as the days unfold like petals, the blades of grass sway gently in the passing wind, their whispers a soft melody that tickles the senses. As an observer of this magnificent tapestry, I find comfort in the depths of my being. With each blink of my eyes, I delve into the reflective ponds, exploring the profound recesses of my mind.

This existence, though sometimes shallow, is merely a vessel compared to the limitless nature of my soul. It knows no boundaries, no defined shape or weight. It is an essence that extends far beyond the limitations of this mortal body.

Yet, here I stand, firmly rooted in the present moment. Today, a precious gift intricately wrapped with lessons from the past, awaits me like a beautifully adorned box beneath a Christmas tree. As I carefully place it there, I can't help but hope that my future self will be filled with the same anticipation and excitement to unwrap this precious gift on that joyous day in the future. And regardless of the size of the box, I know that its contents hold immeasurable value and significance.

I feel like the most succulent pair of juicy ****,
with an overwhelming number of individuals
yearning to **** out so much from me.

As my days all feel so hard from the very
start of the day, it overwhelms me with a sense
of struggle and echoes the stiffness of a freshly
awakened morning wood that jolts me
to face the uphill battle.

Feeling a false protection in my eyes,
like a veil of distortion hiding the truth from me,
a sight of a broken ******, serving as a jarring
reminder of the potential consequences of careless actions.
And like it, I tend to snap, my emotions becoming
tense like an over-stretched rubber band, and my
inner self breaks and leaks, pouring out fragments
of vulnerability and raw emotions.

While feeling a little undesirable, a question of opinion
arises as to how some women may perceive
or react to a man's *******, questioning whether
it is a quirk that might be appreciated or
a source of discomfort and judgement.

As some people live their entire life kissing ***
and constantly seeking validation from others,
I find myself in a different predicament.
Instead of indulging in people-pleasing, I am tasked
with navigating the intricate dynamics of being
buried deep within the recesses of people's lives.

It often feels like I am serving as a constant
pillar of support, attempting to hold the weight
of their emotional baggage and countless demands.
In essence, I have become like a sturdy glass
*******,—fragile; tightly wedged into the figurative
structure of their existence.

              I could say for the moment, my life feels a bit ******!

A saint's prayer,
—silent, misheard, unspoken
the chaos of the world is too loud.

In these smitten eyes, a burning yearn blazes
like wildfires, engulfing all in its path,
mercilessly suffocating even the most simple exhale.
The intensity of this consuming desire is vividly
expressed through the haughty, yet innocent glare of her eyes,
which seem to whisper, "I can't breathe."

However, these kisses that were once seen as innocent
have now transformed into the fulfillment of a guilty pleasure.
As two hearts beat rapidly, racing in tandem,
their bodies pulsating with anticipation, they can't help
but feel the weight of the missed opportunities.
It beats against them, a reminder that this connection
could have sprouted sooner, had they not succumbed to the constraints of their own expectations.
Like a delicate flower in the hands of a late bloomer,
their love blossoms, fragile yet beautiful.

Caught in a spell of danger, these two lovers
find themselves immersed in a simmering *** of
conflicting emotions. Swirling in and out,
their feelings dance to a melody disrupted by
the intrusion of spoken words.
Yet, even in this chaotic symphony, their tongues
weave a dance of their own, seeking solace and connection.

Oh, how they yearn for these enchanting kisses
to last for eternity, to freeze time and preserve the magic they share.
If only such a sublime connection could endure forever,
like an eternal flame, burning relentlessly with the
passion that unites their souls.

As dusk fades away, I continue to tread
a path deeper through my darkest moments.
Battling the shadows that haunt me, it feels like
an era of hopelessness for all of us, a secret tragedy
that the world will soon discover.

Despite the eternal sunshine, darkness
often manages to steal my smile.

Walking alone on the loneliest journey,
even the shortest mile feels endless.
Yet, I refuse to let weariness unravel my spirit.
And if I hold onto my dreams tightly, I can keep
my head held high and embrace a brighter ray
of hope with each new endless dawn.