Inspiration
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What does it mean to be
Inspired?
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To look for things that make you
scream?
Or the gentle things that are
there
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but
only there
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for purpose of being present?
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Memory Lane
Listen.
To the Old music
Comforting
The soul.
Warm memories of laughter
And
smells of
Home.
Of when I ran
down
the street
Careless.
To remind of the time
that I
Wandered.
not
Wondered.
and
Cried.
Employment Struggles
Creative.
Innovative.
Analytical.
Organized.
List
and
List
But what if
I am the gift
but
There is just a
Rift,
A shift
I must
Or you must endure
Before
I come to shore
and so you can be sure that
You were right to open the door
And let me explore
To tour
The world,
Your world.
Blessing
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Pain.
Or is it my fuel
Can I tell the difference?
Between
Excitement and Despair
Or
Love and Obsession.
They say it can be addictive,
Having to play the guessing game.
Is it love
that I love,
or is it pain?
I look into your enticing eyes
Trying to find the lies
Or the lives
That you have disrupted
But
There is no danger that excites me.
And is it a blessing?
Untitled
I never look for love
Because
It’s just my luck.
It seems every time
That just when the thought of you
Entices me,
And with you
I become one,
It’s over and done.
Who wants to keep going through
The cycle.
Reused and abused,
Fed to bloom
Only
To be left in ruin?
Fill My Cup
Delightful
Is the thing
that
comes to mind when I
think about the
ice cold
or
the steamy,
the creamy,
of all shades of brown
hit
the bottom of the porcelain
mug
or the icy blocks
in the bendable
plastic cup.
The calm,
Smooth
sound it makes as it
hits the glass,
soothing and
energizing
All at once.
But is it really all that grand?
You probably don’t understand
As you spend
four dollars for the
third time in a row
in a week or less
On this tantalizing beverage.
Your soul is not at peace
Unless it meets the caffeine
That turns you into a
fiend.
The need
so great,
so you continue to drink the beverage
of greatness
and
success.