I know they say I’m not less than in view But I’m bursting at the seams Of being told
What I can be
I'm more than that pretty thing hiding in the corner.
When can I state my view? Decide my own timeline. Fight as a peer Instead of a squalid sequel.
I’m more than that pretty thing gracing your arm.
When will I be seen for my intelligence? Be introduced as my accomplishments Not just someone’s pet.
I’m more than that pretty thing reading beside you
These walls are filled with work; Teeming with the outcomes of edification Twists and turns in vivid inspiration
I’m filled to the brim Yet more will emerge
I’m more than that pretty thing dancing next to you.
I’m an artist With a vision all my own
A writer Spinning words of chaos across a page.
My body can bring forth life But it’s worth more than that Yet your say is better than mine?
I’m more than that pretty thing sleeping beside you.
Yes, I wear lingerie But bring those eyes up It’s not for your viewing pleasure.
I’m more than that pretty thing silent in acquiescence.
I need to get out Before these walls cave in If I get any more I won’t claim what to do.
It can’t take a lifetime But I’ll fight one true
I’m more than that pretty thing wading through the crowd
That’s the way it needs to be Time is running few
Running out of walls is not the way I plan to be.
I'm more than that pretty thing marching down the street.
I’m that pretty thing emerging from the shadows. I’m that pretty thing taking care of others. I’m that pretty thing using those walls. I’m that pretty thing running for a change. I’m that pretty thing awake in passion. I’m that pretty thing screaming to be heard. I’m that pretty thing pushing through the mud.
i am tired of being the passenger in my life watching it happen while not being present.
i want to steer my own destiny towards a happier and blissful place.
taking action instead of waiting for nothing to happen waiting and waiting then complaining why nothing is right.
you do not wait. you should not wait. you should take action.
Just sitting alone, thinking about how life is dictated to you. No self expression. Should always follow the norm. I am tired. I want to be me. I want to explore how I want to. Be who I want to. Do what I have to do!
I'm not one to dwell and I'm not one to build while I'm still trying to repair I'm not here to try anything funny Just simple If that's hard to understand well sorry Small talks are no longer an interest I rather get to know you then weasel my way around have an actual conversation an exchange of noise isn't much to go off of tell me something let me see the real you because I'd like more than just a lovely view. Call me odd if you will one thing is for certain My words can paint a lovely picture a self portrait one which people might say my looks could ****..
My ability & skill to commit evil on purpose with a deliberate consciousness is only matched by the same forms of doing good. Whether it’s myself or to the world. What is worse, accidental evil or the evil on purpose? Is it the same for the good? When it comes to it, I’ll remain a individual. Regardless of the community, society, group, state, political party, sub-groups, intent, revolutionary groups. It’s always a battle of culture when it comes to it. (Everybody wants to change the world & than stop when it comes to changing themselves. My heart is beating fast, is it time to die?)
There are secrets in the dark, a duality of character, life isn’t a mystery, I am not immune to flaws, mistakes, giving into my own fantasy. To push forward in my own future. Is to accept my present now. Knowing my own conception of the character I yearn for, I push forward. I shouldn’t have a default of burden, for simply breathing. Under no obligations for reality to provide myself of dreams, though I owe it to myself. Immortalized in pictures if I can achieve, though it’s sad when no-one notices. Life is still precious. https://www.amazon.com.au/Her-Darcy-Prince-ebook/dp/B07GBCMWHS/ref=sr13?ie=UTF8&qid=1540444410&sr=8-3&keywords=darcy+prince
i know myself to be weak yet i am still so strong. i know myself to be violent, but i am still so soft. i know myself to be creative, yet i am always bored. so understanding yet i lack understanding...
i can remember every moment, every detail and yet, sometimes i misplace my thoughts and i start to forget. one day my mind is at a pace that i always regret and then i’m numb to every feeling. one day i search for healing.. one day i care, one day i can care less. one day i soak in solitude, and silence gives its best. one day i seek attention, can i keep your attention? i’m caught up re-inventing, creators best invention .. it’s me! i am a balance between what you do not want & all that you need. you’ll find solace in my madness, i promise you’ll be glad though you’ll wish you never had that encounter with me. don’t keep your distance, i am distant. love me despite my high-resistance. you’ll find your happiness consistent & your fears are non-existent. they don’t exist with me. we’ll chase some positive vibes, & co-exist. indeed, i want a love that loves me clumsy, a love to rub up on me, your manner rub off on me. no matter what, you’ll love me? ❤️
What freedom it is to be nothing among everything. The point inside the wheel cycling for words, knowing myself through mirror's reflection forever like air under wing.
My Soul becomes freer, growing ever fractal upgrading it's software, such as they in the sea. They who jump forth by thy will becoming distinct by that of beneath.
Positivity through connectivity, I am In Charge. Love in Phase, will resonate a Standing Wave called Ki. That which Resists only exists when it passes through the body of me.
In such the Capacity of Responsibility remains for the taking. My soul yearns to lift the torch to teach those in a lesser light, forever above is my Zenith in which under such flame I cast no shadow, or as it be that which rests underneath the souls of my feet may be freed.
I’m insisting to live a meaningful life, hear nothing but angst, allowing me to believe that shallow takes are meant to be, selling myself short, vape smoke battling smoking ancient Heavenly, criticism over coffee, dreaming while in the mundane, aspiration to reclaim myself, I need to get myself alone, it’s where I've started from. Meditate to flatter life’s graces and hope in those prays, life deems acceptable and able to live at thy-will.