"Distraction vs Divinity "
Distractions are the illusions of my fantasy in my once happy galaxy
Distractions should have been my middle name
like a suitcase, I grabbed it by the handle and made it my baggage full of worry, envy, and self-doubt
Men were my distraction, good and bad, my bad habit, my addiction
I need some divinity, healing, hope, a sound mind
God give me mercy, time to unwind
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"Sensual not Sexual"
Objectifying the viewpoint of the creation of God image was men's lust to drive up their powers within their egos
We are viewed as pawns trophy's for just the eyes of temptation of dopamine for entertainment purposes only
We are eye candy an object to toss in the sea of fantasy world
Let's stand up prove a point, show we are more than our bodies, more than society standards
We are mothers, sisters, friends and mature
Remember we can be " Sensual not Sexual ", intellectual and mature |
"Negativity is my Cancer"
"Negative is my Cancer "
Feeling pains in my body in an unexpected way
Life is flashing before my eyes in a sudden way
What are these symptoms? Oh, it's negativity coming close once again
I won't let it defeat me I will win
I will rise and be my own sunshine in my own flight
I will take these tests and ace them
I will beat the odds
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"Pen And An Notepad"
With my pen and an Notepad I vision myself on a mic with an stand
I want to be on stage with an band spitting verses free form from the top of my head
Brainstorming is my specialty having that pen in my hand is extraordinary to my imagination |
"Short Prize"
Temporary prize is an Temporary sensation on an short path of unrealization of an "short prize" of an unthinkable temptation
Temporary thoughts are an contest of fear trying to win an grade, trying to win the race of inseparable escape |
" Servants of Men"
In my own plantation, in my own lure of desires, I allowed my prison of poison to become obsessive of men who I barely vision in reality
Injected in my own brainwashed brain into my veins, I get delusional blurred by what society says is perfectionism, their rules, their standard of living
My eyes be looking to be a servant of men, their one and only before I get an invitation to labels by God
God should be the only one to claim me his prized possession, his treasure in the stars, but the strings of the devil speaks in my ear to be on the stairwell of "Servants of men" be where they stand. |
" Solitary Confinement"
In the cell of universe I grip the bars of gravity
Trying to scream and shout , but the oxygen I am without floating in the darkness of prison space my negativity was my gear that I wear , but also the demon I created within my own delusional minds pace
Solitary Confinement caused me side effects of hallucinations, isolation, hopelessness, suicidal visions that I contemplate on taking action or following christ with who I unite
Part the red sea of light reaching beyond my destiny by the touch of your garment white as clouds passing along the skyline of the skyscrapers and ocean views
Judge Grant me my spiritual bail in your courts your university
Can I walk across the golden stage and get pass the golden gate?"
You can have my life as an scroll and lock beyond my past mistakes |
"Nyquil"
These men be making me sleepy with their boredom So I had to take "nyquil" just to enjoy them Give me some intellect some stimulation not just an random sensation Give me wisdom Give me knowledge wake my mind up like an alarm clock My energy be draining from the narcissistic views and opinions of Netflix and chill No I'm not cold I don't have an chill No I don't need let's watch movies pill I just want an conversation that will give me an thrill that put me on an galaxy that will seem unreal My eyes are getting sleepy what is it that I don't have to rely on is "Nyquil" |
"My First Love"
Remebering the butterfly feeling you gave me when I first wrote down stories with an pen and an pad while seeing time slip by like the white clouds in the sky
your my first love when I couldn't verbally form paragraphs from my frontal lobe cortex
your my first love that allowed me to get intimate in between the lines lightning the spark that dimmed to it's lowest stem today my fire is on full blast ready to dominate my passion to it's highest potential it's highest elevation on my own poetic peak
I pray my love never simmers like heat that targets concrete
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" Buried Alive "
I am buried alive by definitions inside of an thesaurus stacked on my bookcase of genius creativity inside my modest home of an private getaway
Being my own therapist talking to myself outloud above the clouds with my signature in the air flown by my own private plane
Away from the heights of 30,000 my negativity drives me insane needing an psychologist to treat my pain that stings like an needle in the spine feeling drained feeling
"Buried Alive" |
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