All things grow. I want to be the catalyst to so many things. To be the spark that breaths the fire back into your lungs. I want to entice others to chase their biggest dreams. I want to be the spark that ignites your soul. To cause you to fall in love with life it’s self.
Burn so bright you can't remember what the dark felt like
I often smoke to fill my lungs and **** the flowers I once planted there for you. and get high on the freedom I find in my new life without you.
Nothing could stop me from achieving my Goals
When my passion is high & aggression
the air thick,
salty and warm.
my heart beats,
to an internal storm.
flash with each blink.
breathe deep...don’t sink.
each new day.
shedding all doubts,
as I watch the Spanish moss sway.
it is time to thrive.
breeze ruffles my curls,
what a time to be alive.
it hurts to remember
it hurts to turn a leaf
it hurts to know
it hurts to accept
it hurts to be this way
three minutes can feel like an hour,
but three minutes can't make up for a lifetime.
It can't make up for sleepless nights and future talk...
thoughts of old times with words at the speed of light,
although... this isn't enlightening.
maybe for a second, or a minute, or three.
I don't get to know that.
I pride on the simple fact you knew.
a hey with no name and a simple question.
just a simple question...
that's never the case but it's still scary.
it's scary because we care
it's scary because we loved, hurt, and lost
what am I losing now? myself?
Success is in my blood
As my efforts arise like a flood!
What's your motivational self_talk?
Let’s take a ride
With photos as our guide
Not that they are enough
But they bring out all the stuff
Those collection of instances
Those endearing reminiscences
Each picture tells a tale
Dragging us on its trail
More than anything else
It subjects your inner self
You contemplate with a new perspective
And gradually become introspective
Those memories caress you
When you are lost and feeling blue
The journey ends up to meet yourself
Getting the push to move forward oneself.
"I wish I could fight."
"How? I don't know how
to punch or move."
"You fight with words.
It's called kung fu typing."
"Kung fu typing?
Did you just make that up?
Doesn't sound very cool."
"It's not supposed to be.
But if you master it,
you'll never need to worry
about not knowing
how to punch or move."
You must know the depth of being the best.
And a little obsessed with being a mess.
In order for life to never come next.
Holding onto news as you tighten the noose
Around your heart, your seed, your breath to breathe, but no one can explain everything...
Jesus help me, when I can’t choose.
Fight for truth, and what I’ve got.
No fear to lose when nothing comes close to you.
Accelerating the process.
Without missing the concept.
Jesus I’m yours to move.
Inspired to write
God with all might
I need your input
Your welcoming spirit
Carried proud on our sleeves
No other deserves this seat