Avoid me,
I am poisonous

2. Hate me,
I am the sunshine for your scars

3. Forget me,
leave me and slam the door, scream my name to the storm and tell me how much you hate my existence

4. Fake your feelings,
I am the stupid girl willing to hang on the trapeze for you

5. Hurt me
till I can't feel anything anymore

Deep within the legend,
Lies the paradigm:
Concepts so vast,
yet eternally combined.
Certain ideas that ever-last
those who need it defined
but I can assure you that fate
Is pre-determinedly assigned
And it's up to you to gravitate
Toward where it can align.
In the grand scheme
Of this complex quantum design,
Is a beautiful theme
That could be depicted as divine.
Action begins with thought
That could not confine
What we all had sought
And what we had bore in mind.
Yet with that all under consideration,
We need to know how your reality is also mine
With some quantifiable explanation
That we'll eventually intertwine.
So due to your position
Throughout space and time,
Find the nearest mission
That allows you to further ascend or climb.

When it comes to me and you
You seem to think that
you’re something new
But, honestly, I’m stuck in rewind
Because of past love far too true
And you need to understand that
Progressing forward is what i must do
To get past the transition that
Fate intended me to go though.
Please try and understand
Rather than misconstrue
I’ll always be a friend but
I can never be your “boo”.

No dispute. I’m not here to refute.
Hardly can register, let alone compute.
I try and navigate without quite knowing the route
but i would prefer the journey even if the destination isn't absolute.
All about life, acquiring knowledge like it’s loot,
I’m on an adventure through time as peaceful warrior recruit.
Making observations sometimes astute
and tying to figure out the difference between being silent and being mute.
Using honest and concentrated intentions that never dilute,
I deal the cards and find the patterns that suit
the direction I’m aiming towards to shoot.
Taking the steps necessary boot by boot
with the idea that growing forward comes from some kind of root.
With concepts both vast and minute,
some tend measure me by angles and label me acute
but I’d rather be noted by the endeavors of my pursuit
so I’m going to be have a filter that shall not pollute
and have words that thoughts may deem as forbidden fruit.
If you happen to disagree, makes you not necessarily brute
but if you feel like me then find a clever way to salute
and discover what ever it is for you that you find resolute.

Some humans call me Lulu
And say I take a sliver of space
But really my timeline has gravity and force
Physics considers to not be commonly placed.
In the grand scheme that is the scientific endeavor
(Where the soul is still without a face),
I’m supposed to accept foreign concepts
With questions that have yet to be raised:
Like every sentence that begins with “why?”,
It begins with the individual that embarks to solve the “case”.
In order to progress to some universal understanding
We need to cooperate rather than resolve to a rat race
And our each individual collaboration will
Begin to shape truths; false ideals shall fail to replace
The reality that bears us each in mind and our own
Combined talents created to improve our separate landscape.