S E P A R A T E D

cursed-with-esp-deactivated2023:

(via b00tytang)

I am free!

‘‘Tis to thee!

The old tired soul

No longer exists anymore

The devil can no longer hold

What the truths shall be

The devil can no long disguise

What the truths shall see

It’s time to be free!

It’s time to scream!

It’s time to go through the streets

To help the communities

No need to be shackled

Whipped, and chained

No need to ask for love

When you can produce your own again

No need for help

You learned to do things on your own

You have it now

And it’s your time to be grown

What way is to snatch up a woman’s confidence

Take her clown and glory

Poison it with your vicious venom

And reap over her vulnerable soul

How could you watch her from a young gal to the steps of womanhood live in the midst of your unstated depression…

You take your failures and cast it down upon her like she shall be your mule, patiently waiting for you as she bleeds for your unborn child…you poisoned your seed from the greed of your lust..was the trip down dark shadowy road worth the climax of your body reaching its highest potential…then it weakens as you creeped with the beast…now you are covered in the beasts blood…and you step out into the world and you call upon your mule for another satisfaction…but your mule can no longer speak , think , hear , or feel, because you took that away….

purehippy:

““You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say. ””

— (via naturaekos)

(via thegoldenuzi)

Have you ever felt like —

You’re gray in a space full of color

You’re less than any other —

Life is passing you by and you’re down in depression

You thought that things would go pass but problems are intersecting

Your love ones would be here to support you but you realize their gone

You have no hope because everyone has done you wrong

So you hold emotion in pain deep inside

You try to run to many places but you can’t even hide

You feel like a lost cause left out in this world

Barely making money for you to survive on this earth

Everyday you’re reminded more of your failures than accomplishments

But you’re actually too young to really say If you accomplished shit

You see on social media everyone is having the time of their life

But you’re stuck in darkness because you can’t seem to find —

What’s holding you back? What’s keeping you weak? What’s stopping you from being what you want to be by next week?

What dangers are out there? What’s not making you strong? Since you have no resources, you feel like you’re alone.

I have those problems.

I’m stuck with those emotions.

I’m walking through earth with less and less hope.

I’m here for living, and I am still here breathing.

But the thoughts and the sharp pains in my heart makes me even weakened.

I ask why?

But that’s not a good thing to do.

Our why’s is what we haven’t figured out —

And the only one who can determine that is you…

I write these fire ass posts

And these long ass poems

But one thing for certain

You truly will notice them

My art as an creator

I do not like to say Artist

Because I can create many images

No matter if no one saw this

I love how I type

I love how I write

I love how I can do many things

I love a lot

I

L

Lo

Lov

Love

A

Al

Alo

Alot

Understand this, you have no control over my life

You do not decide what’s wrong or right

You do not take me by the hand and say “get on your bike”

You do not say “make sure you eat breakfast and pray at night”

You do not help me cross at the stop lights

You do not feed me if I haven’t ate anything in sight

You do not clothe me, wash, and bathe me

You do not comb my hair when it’s looking all crazy

You do not open doors for me when I walk into the room

You do not enlighten me when my heart is filled with gloom

You do not open my bible and tell me to read

You do not control me at all indeed

You are not my master, nor am I your servant

You are not my teacher, nor am I learning

You are the spawn of satan

And everyone has you mistaken

Because you wear this camouflage

And you sit there and point out everyone’s flaws

You make them feel less about loving themselves

You send your devious angels to sneak up on people as well

And catch them in their most vulnerable states

Because you think you have what it takes

To be God

But you’re just a imitator, impersonator

Because you never tried to be yourself

You’re too busy trying to be the image of someone else

But what if I told you it was a sin

Would you go back and do it again?

I would never forget these nights, being hungry and lonely questioning if you still thought of me

I can admit day by day I’m moving on, and as I’m moving along I can see that now I’m free, your love for me was okay but I can be me finally

I looked for love from you and not from me, I looked for love when that’s not your responsibility, it was me who had to face the case of loving myself, and providing myself mentally and financially

I thought I could take care of us, but no I can only take care of me, I took the job from you which made you weak, you expected more from me than what you gave, and that’s why things had to turn out this way

I leaned so much, and regret none, now the fun has begun. I can’t erase you completely, but I don’t think of you as often, only when I’m bored and sleepy.

I hope life has progressed you, and you have your big school with pretty trees, even though I feel like that project was apart of me

But you take all the credit, and I take all the costs, no wonder why our love was lost.

You. Are.The. One.Who.Will.See.What.Self.Love.Truly.Means

soft-world:

“It’s okay to live a life others don’t understand.”

— Jenna Woginrich 

(via b00tytang)