Temptations cloaked wonders ... veiled though stereotypes and assumptions ... and me ... My scars lead me to discount such presumptions ... force me to behold the true inner core of being ... natures secret forest ... cherry red ... licorice sweet twisted treat ... a braided passage of outcome ... who's direction only fate can foresee ... one route destined for failure .. a fearful existence who's breath fell perilously short of attainment ... living a tortured journey of perils and broken dreams ... dissolving all dreams of hope and possibility ... The other ... EDEN ... Earth's heaven ... and endless existence of total joy and completeness ... an insurrection of established boundaries once thought impassable ...
Two roads as clearly different ... as Yin is to Yang ... black is to white ... and with you is to without you ... Yet my choices so unclear ... for the allure of perfection has hindered my capacity to discern which outcome is connected to which path ... I am left naive ... unable to think or question ... all that remains is me ... naked to action ... empty of riddle and rhyme ... quite simply JUST ME ...
My fear is that I am simply not good enough ... not worthy of choice ... I hate the feeling of worthlessness ... I can deal with feelings of desire, need and longing but I hate felling less than ... especially when perfection is but a fingertip away ... I offer my soul ... pure and true ... the only question left is will you show me the the path to yours?
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My life as nucular physics ... complicated beyond normal explanation ... yet my heart as children ... pure and innocent ... simplicity defined ... needing only loves lollipops to evoke joy and happiness
Though fusion frenzied ... I remain angry beyond reproach ... hidden emotion ... secluded for fear of exclusion ... I have learned acceptance is the only option ... the alternative ... is Rage
Two hearts ... side by side ... separated by tangents and co-tangents ... lines and inches ... wonder and hope ... what is it for? ... Hope has become merely 10 strokes of ink ... dismissing definition ...
I miss tenderness ,,, softness ... the whispers and tickles of understanding ... I'm so tired of filling hollows of need with empty digital emotions ... projected and scripted ... timed affection ... as if buckets of steam ... inconsequential ... trivialized through repetition
Happiness ... My Happiness ... is not a flight of soul ... just merely a desire to uncover the better part of me ... through the inspiration of dreams turned reality ... born from the realization of friends and friendship ... for no matter who screams of impossibility ... friendship and caring and love truly are sloping parallels within one singular enigma
Two roads as clearly different ... as Yin is to Yang ... black is to white ... and with you is to without you ... Yet my choices so unclear ... for the allure of perfection has hindered my capacity to discern which outcome is connected to which path ... I am left naive ... unable to think or question ... all that remains is me ... naked to action ... empty of riddle and rhyme ... quite simply JUST ME ...
My fear is that I am simply not good enough ... not worthy of choice ... I hate the feeling of worthlessness ... I can deal with feelings of desire, need and longing but I hate felling less than ... especially when perfection is but a fingertip away ... I offer my soul ... pure and true ... the only question left is will you show me the the path to yours?
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My life as nucular physics ... complicated beyond normal explanation ... yet my heart as children ... pure and innocent ... simplicity defined ... needing only loves lollipops to evoke joy and happiness
Though fusion frenzied ... I remain angry beyond reproach ... hidden emotion ... secluded for fear of exclusion ... I have learned acceptance is the only option ... the alternative ... is Rage
Two hearts ... side by side ... separated by tangents and co-tangents ... lines and inches ... wonder and hope ... what is it for? ... Hope has become merely 10 strokes of ink ... dismissing definition ...
I miss tenderness ,,, softness ... the whispers and tickles of understanding ... I'm so tired of filling hollows of need with empty digital emotions ... projected and scripted ... timed affection ... as if buckets of steam ... inconsequential ... trivialized through repetition
Happiness ... My Happiness ... is not a flight of soul ... just merely a desire to uncover the better part of me ... through the inspiration of dreams turned reality ... born from the realization of friends and friendship ... for no matter who screams of impossibility ... friendship and caring and love truly are sloping parallels within one singular enigma
tommie:
Beautifully written!