A crack fiend dream ain’t what it seems, as she hit the rock, her eyes turn black and her pupils start to gleam. Stuck in a world shes way too familiar with, a dark world that don’t belong to her, but she’s been there since She was a lil girl. A lil girl in a dark world, she exhaules, the white clouds intertwine in her bright blond curls, as the cloud settles a demon sits in the corner….this is his world. She’s been chasing the high ever since her brother died, she runs and hides to confide from the pain she feels inside. She slowly realized the pain is real, it’s not a dream, it becomes surreal. As this lil girl becomes lost, crying for help, she don’t feel anything the cocaine has masked her pain, took away all human emotions she once felt. The flame hits the cocaine & flows thru the glass pipe, when she walks out the bathroom its the devil in disguise. Her souls is gone, who is this person? It’s mom. No one knows, as she lives thru a dream, her lifeless soul struggles to let go… But it’s to late, the devil is attached, he has her soul, and he’s not letting go! The devil lied and said the high was temporary, he lied he took her for what seems like an eternity. As she lives a dream in her own delusion, she sits and hides in her room, a makeshift institution. As we pray n help her get clean, she’s become cold and mean. She still has the urge to relive the dream, her soul pleads for her to stay clean, but she’s weak, she’s a fiend, she’s been thinking about getting high all week. It’s a constant battle for our mothers soul, theirs nothing we can do but pray the devil lets go. He slowly leads her to temptation, the pain is real, she’s in desperation she think the drug will heal and help her with her situation. Our mom is getting old, she’s stuck in the past, we don’t know her no more, it’s as if she’s wearing a mask, a lost soul, we want our mom back this demon has to let go. The image of a lil girl – bright blond curls sitting, crying stuck, in a evil world, this entity will not let go, this is his world, the demons world. For we must keep Jesus in our heart and we must plead, temptation will make us weak to our knees, Thou shall not lead us into temptation, if the devil succeeds, we become the demon in disguise, behind a crack fiend dream…..
To be or not to be, to go all in or to unwind and relax, we question our dreams, running in constant chase of our quests to come true, we are the ones who never sleep. Dreamers we are called, the ones who passionately strive in the endeavours of the best they could ever be, here is a letter to me, a letter to you. In the stride of embracing the best you have ever been, nurture your soul before the onset of the abundance in you that lies unseen.
Too bold, too much for your age, you are doing too much, how often have you heard these notions been used to describe you? As we tirelessly strive to achieve the next goal we have in our mind, we are often told that we are being hard on ourselves, to enjoy life a little. Life in its entirety passes by us in its dynamic flair, and the existence we envisage holds unique individuality to each one of us. The choices one makes for themselves belies them and them only, and t
My life is a mess and I have nothing to be grateful about! I witness myself say this phrase from time to time, where life plonks us into the desperation of ebb and flow of wilderness and things not going in our favour.
It is easy to say we are grateful and in complete balance when things are going well and life feels like the warm embrace of the sun shining on a Sunday morning. But the real test lies in remaining grateful and centred when life feels like spinning out of control.
While it is easier said than done, here are some reminders that might help you get through the days that feel like a burden –
1) This too shall pass, no moment in time that feels permanent loses its impermanence. We often lose hope when things don’t go our way and during these sad days, we should remember, that t
Our life unfolds in a succession of revelations of who we are. It is when we sit down and repeat the same sentence in our head over and over again, in every action we perform, every activity we indulge ourselves in, does it indulges into our existence as a habit.
The key to having a sense of liberation is allowing life to flow through, not forcing anything and more essentially not resisting change. I believe that our life improves in the direct proportionality of how often we are exposed to situations where are forced to challenge our age-old beliefs and counterfeited perceptions and seek the greater version of ourselves. When we get too comfortable in the comfort zones we build for ourselves, we do not grow into the people we are meant to be. Sadly most people embrace change only when metamorphosis is the less painful and only possible option.
The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride,As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.Benevolence in its yonder stirs the mirth of the true,Navigating the turbulent waves, death and I had a rendezvous.
I sought the beauty of the light that was unseen,In the depths of my muse, I found my world within.Life in its flair, trudged me into the emblems of the dark,The dreams that perspired in the seed embraced their death,As it was time for a new quest to embark.
Quaint whispers that echoed in their gallant stance,The jeers that surmounted the uncertainty galloped in their dance.Silencing the wind, bestriding the fall,I plunged into the entirety of my endeavours that call
Love is the purest emotion one feels towards themselves and another individual. While the expression of love can vary in its entirety from one person to another, the care we hold for the ones we love shares an undeniable impact on how we forge our perceptions of interpersonal relationships. The way we communicate our feelings to someone also says a lot about how we are wired, the method of conveying our affection to our beloved ones is called a love language. You may express affection to the one you love regularly, but do you take the time to ensure that you are communicating it in the way that the other person prefers? Even love can become lost in translation when two individuals speak different love languages.
Ever acquainted with the phrase that the world that you exist in, the life that you embody dwells in the perception of the stance you hold for yourself. The beauty and the tragedy of life is that it is as beautiful as the optimistic lens of perception and as ugly as the pessimistic view of your being.
The strive of our endeavours and the constant effort to achieve the next massive milestone often drive us to the edges of insanity, to be in the consistent light of greatness we lose sight of the great strings of joy that bind our existence together. To be the best we have ever been we must be mindful of the best we are. Coinciding in the traps of negativity and yet claiming to be the best version of yourself is a blinding truth that lies to only
I breathe in the sauntering air that collapses my being,I breathe through the crevices of my existence unseen.Uncertainty in its yonder strikes in bolt on the scars that nobody sees,Redemption that loves, redemption that is free, find me in the depths of my poetry.
Tales of lust ridden in smeared touches that belie,Entreated with envy, the visions of victory lie.To be or not to be in a question that yet lies,For I yearn for a world where fond passion never dies.
Enclasped in the cage of the deemed duty,Bounded in her vows, she forgot she was a thing of beauty.In a realm we live, where amour in its truth fails to stand tall,She, tired of her existence, submerges herself into the beauty that her dreams enthrall.
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