Changes

Its amazing how in the blink of an eye everything that once was has managed to change without realization. Once a shy and pure soul, I have transformed into a blunt and sinful person. With the attitude of someone who could care less I continue waking with emptiness. I was happy at one time and in love as well, now melancholy and lonely. A heart turned cold, blocking any kind of vivid and genuine emotion so to barricade the risk of hurting inside. A friendship turned into hate, anger, rage and unnecessary words because of the changes progressed between both parties. A love loss and a friendship deceased, the inevitable wonder of how to make things right once more frequently surpasses the maze in which I distinguish as my mind. Seems as though this once lifelong commitment of friends has asserted its halt, never the less I will stay strong and continue as nothing has happened. I have noticed through life lessons that carefree is the better option…no attachments, no emotions…

Raindrops

Drumming on the window, pain rumbling with the symphony of each single drop, I sit harmonizing to each pitter patter, watching as nature participates. Delicate moisture glazes uncertain surfaces, ambushing every intended obstacle, cleansing the final destinations, until the raindrops decease and a glow of light displays its face.

Masks

I see through your masquerade, and you seem to believe you have me fooled…I realize your deceit in a beautiful way and continuing to smile I torture myself with your lies…though I know what may become of this, undeveloped anger is my issue…how passionate for you I have become, an unfortunate establishment of non-mutual feelings. Pain in such a rare and adoring position, and yet seeing your face relieves me of these emotions…

The Ocean

Desperate for redemption, and yet I stand in a circle of relief and breathing sighs. An ocean of poison we swim each direction a path for our own beneficial commentary, swayed by the clutter beneath the grim waters.

Underestimated

You realize you talking to a prodigy, something like a commodity, legendary none the less, competing with my swag is such a test, I roll like a boss, stuntin’ on hoes as I floss, a survivor in the least so watch how you step to me

Original

Sweet and sassy extraordinarily classy, one of a kind original heart soul and mind

Morality

Questioning my morality as well as the usual preaching’s from which are engraved beneath the brain mimicked from the mouths of elders. Although guilt should be familiar territory at this point, it seems transparent, like a needle in a haystack, it is lost and anticipated in rescue, and yet unlikely. Swallowed whole by this condemning ray of sunshine, and the thought of potential hate, displaying its inevitable shadow, reminding me constantly of the consequences of remorseful actions and thoughts pre-meditated.