Not only is traveling the common denominator, but so are must have tattoos, thrill adventures and sarcasm...

With that said, I refuse to dive from an airplane for the sake of posting a “look at me” on a dating site...

I’d rather take the path of the least resistance, invest in the most expensive selfish stick and love myself.

Travel seems to be the common detonator, yet it appears like quantity took over quality.

Am I dynamic enough - you might ask. Must I broadcast my every high, or hide my flaws even?

I don’t rely on my pictures exclusively because they lack ornaments displays. May I interest you with my thoughts instead?

Will you give me a chance to put my best foot forward without distractions?

Let’s be real... I’m making a genuine effort to connect with someone... I’m not here to convince the dating world I have life.

Absence of malice
Her smile whispers
Eyes in agreement
with subtle grace
Indulged gestures
I prearrange
From the first place
am I caught in a haze
With the rate of exchange
and no charming phrase  
Exquisite delicacies seem ornamental
yet feels pretty real
her flirtatious displays
No harm
I can still be sentimental
As I take note to compose
then reappraise
Empirical proof
whether artful or not
Her passes are strickly incidental

An introvert, I am not
I am just alone
Unattached from iniquity
Peace is all I seek
Reflections from adversities
I evaluate with a hardened stance
Nonspecific abandonments
I negotiate with my floodlight
In mental conflict with my soul
I split atoms and debate
Intuition overwhelms me
yet I accept all things out of my control
Like Wonder’s vision and spiritual being
I remain passionate while on my throne

Misconceptions
Fasley smiles
Psychoanalyzed  

Could it be my OCDish

Would they agree or disagree
Respectfully  - with no referee

Whatever matter  - It doesn’t

Let it be
I’m carefree
It’s the best defense
Not a draftee

A perfectionist I am
It stems from many forces
My moral sense
At any expense
Not remorses

Their sweet jabs
From the start
Yes
From day one

Like Mr. Shukar - they see
I'm the new prospect

My disposition in scrutiny
As I take in with fluency
No unity
Let it be

I’ll take it in my dome
Its my best cover
Not styrofoam
I'll take it whichever way it's thrown

Please...

Pass the twisted news along
I continue staying strong
Detail-oriented is my syndrome