Poetry

Being With You

I can’t sum up the love in one day….too many aspects of our love to describe it one way…a love greater than anything I can write or say…you can wish and pray and never have a love this great…it may sound clichè but this has to be fate…your face brightens up my day when I wake…as real as can be, nothing is fake…everyday with you is a present and I thank you for the gift.

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Mytruths · people · Poetry

No Fear, No Fold

Living life one day at a time…I stopped worrying and fell in love with the grind…I had to turn into a beast in that grime, so I can be able to feast and to shine…at war with my body but at peace with my mind…it’s a certain feeling you have when you not living in deceit or denial…I accomplish amazing feats and defeat every trial…sometimes I just look in the mirror and stare, thinking to myself, “I can’t believe I’m still here”… I bare my soul and I bear the load…no fear, no fold.

Poetry

Itching

Getting that itch again…hands starting to twitch again…i just love to scribble scrabble words that ribble rabble….I do more than dibble dabble…Truth stands firm while lies and the trivial travel…why would they want you if they already had you….some do what they want and some do what they have to…we fall on both sides of the graph and still remain absolute..Truth

Poetry

Refreshed

Refreshed in mind, body, and, spirit…Peace and prosperity I declare it…A challenge I never fear it..the grind, I bear it…The truth, I speak and you hear it…Love and happiness, let’s share it…Faith, wear it…Life, live it…This is your only time to get it .

Poetry

Easy Does It

Easy does it…Easy it wasn’t…Believe me it wasn’t….Some rather leave him than love him….Others believe in him and trust him…You either greet him or begrudge him…Only thing that matters is his seed and that she loves him..He nurtures her and watches her blossom..The feeling is awesome…The way he makes others feel awes some…The pain that it takes to gain cost some….You never went fishing until you caught one…You will never meet a demon until you fought one…You will never appreciate a victory until you lost one.

Poetry

Playing Field

I don’t care about leveling the playing field…I play it how it is, victory depends on my will…any obstacles I destroy and rebuild it to my advantage…in misery I refuse to languish….everyday is exciting and dangerous…I embrace it and release my anguish…take the good with the bad language…why the fuck would I change it…my diet is different so Im not on the same shit….why would I want to survive instead thrive…I rather die than never try.