Love Can Be Mastered. Days As They Surpass Each Other Love Can Grow Where It Never Was. Though, The Art

After all, writing isn’t the whole damn world. Fuck this writer’s block.

I’ll walk around, watch Béla Tarr or Andrei. I’ll call Joyce she never runs out of words.

Or I’ll sleep it off, because I refuse to let a blank page make me consider the unthinkable.

My prayers, oh God,

seem to be answered

by the devil.

When I prayed to make my momma proud,

she was taken instead.

And when I asked for the voices

inside me to quiet,

they raged,

trying to burn this

little brain of mine,

ordering me to do

things,

things that could drive me insane.

God,

should I pray in an opposite manner now?

I don’t doubt, sometimes, that I may not make it, among the chosen ones, the steadfast, the unwavering, the ones who stood firm against sin.

But still, I try. And my trying will only cease the day He has fated my end. Perhaps by then, I will have earned my passage to the joys and everlastings of His promise.

I still hope. I still see the possibility. I still long to be part of that eventuality, in the land where milk and honey flow.

We have been given this one life, what much can we do with it apart from living as our hearts crave.

We have been given this one life and sadly you can’t live it all within the game of risking yet, confusingly those who risk it at most get out totall liberated.

@lifepath25

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i will not see you tonight, not see you tomorrow, not any other day ahead yet i loved you i love you and will love you for all the evers.

Well, what if I had predicted that it was you the whole time and I was replying to you and not your friend.

would it change anything mate.

all this post that you created is sign of power and good heart, a sign of somebody trying to care about how they make others feel mate and I want to assure you that not many people are like you, if truly it's you. you have a unique heart in a world where everyone is minding their own gain

You are unique

You are special and

You should stand tall knowing that you harbor a unique heart and reasoning.

guys

what does it mean if you hurt someone

and

you don’t feel anything

…

asking for a friend

…

The Woman You Wanted Me to Be.

When I think back now,

I see how you abused me,

without pulling my hair,

without slamming my head against walls,

without forcing yourself on me.

But you broke me all the same.

You compared me to other women,

made me wear your favorite color

red when I hated it most

and

ordered me to paint my lips

for every walk i had

beside you.

Now that I remember,

I never lived freely with you.

It was exhausting,

it was toxic Fred.

But do we stop, halt and realize that we are indeed still breathing?

Because no matter the emotions

or

notions of what we intend to do or become,

the mere fact that we are breathing is a salient one.

Some say hope is a good thing, others all heartedly warn us against it. Country men , isn’t that life? that what frees some enslaves others and completely dismantles them out of existence.

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