images on walls,
so vivid i can see every pixel merged to form symbols
to change words into the original state of
nothing.
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imagine walls cleared out
at one shout of word spoken,
one stroke of pen,
one strike of thought.

she was cautious once,
cared only for who thought what...
now she shuts out insults
& shouts out impulse
after stutter-stepping on egos
& silently expanding mental space.
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its those quiet ones you should beware of
...or run from.
if you see danger as threat,
you might want to turn your necks
or turn yourself inside out.
i promise.

uncertain statements,
unshaved reactions to
unthought of movement;
its silly to think that nothing you do holds affect.
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its a reason why you'll silence your mind
then ramble on again
through means of another source...

you're 500mph,
where does it lead you?

totems come as eagles
captures snake,
as great change
& mystery takes place,
on display as common interest...
its always deep beyond the surface.

these days,
im finding pleasure without touch.
im too far gone,
within.
-
they mock my world,
as if fairytales don't exist.

drown in heavy metal,
with desire to be isolated.
-
disgusted corners my disgrace,
disappointment files for restraint;
all while cell towers flashing lights
try to grip my mind tight.
-
they cant control me,
im untamable;
they cant reach me,
who would they call?
names are for particular things.

im not a hater but sometimes i can come across that way,
especially when you put me in a ring with another entity
waging war against my property,
against my sanity.
-
of course i wont stand defenseless
as my effort goes wasted
while still attached to my essence,
you must have forgot.
-
you must have forgot
those days when
you saw only power in what exists...

sometimes im here,
sometimes im listening,
sometimes im hearty,
sometimes heart-broken
by the hands of myself.
-
sometimes i take the blame,
most times i place it elsewhere.
sometimes i channel fear &
destructive energies
then level up.

i stopped seeking attention
and feigning for likes & views;
i discovered new peace now effortlessly,
there are people in my world,
that see the best in me.
-
they relate
and could care less about my face,
as if im head-less;
or my race
as if
moments shared & experiences
mean much more to them...

i start to think i need to be the type of poet,
that resonates well with all sorts
& connects at first glance.
-
it drains me to want to be someone that i already am...
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there's no right or wrong way when you're so introspective
that you only see the vastness of your being;
you only see far & wide,
endless possibility
& endless truth...
don't lose yourself,
just embrace your point of view.