Toy Story

I can't believe they found me on aisle 5 of the toy section. As if there were parts and/or pieces to assemble...Like like, two double A batteries are vital to my operation. Like like, there's a reset button located inside my chest that you press whenever there's a malfunction. Like like, you can buy "little outfits" to dress me and then undress me based off of your emotional verdict. Like like, I sing lullabies at the push of a soft spot to stroke that little ego you pressed on your cheek two weeks ago when you grew a few feet yo. Like like, I'm tattooed with a 10-digit SKU and the only breathe I experience is from you. Like like, you can position me for your sake, wonder away and come back for a double take. Make no mistake I'm no plastic fake, neither am I some game you purchase to play. My words, they come simple and straight so your mind won't have room to parlay. Like Like, the seriousness shown in my face when this shell speaks and my mouth doesn't move. Like like, the demand that grabs attention when randoms walk by just to listen. Like like, the rules I set about the one rule - NO REGRETS. Like like, the way I take the richest soil from my soul to make sure your dreams are never malnourished. Like like, how I reach out to physically touch the unattainable concerning you, only because I learn best with my hands. I say, I'm NO game my "friend", so don't look for any parts or pieces. Respect me as a woman and it'll sign the leases. It's like like that!

finished Bipolar

Bipolar

Today I woke up to a melodic tone escaping my phone, ready to address the usual. Usually lacking the set to reset my mind, needing folded hands giving reverence, Lord I pray for consistency. Amen! They stepped on matted letters outside of my front door to welcome what's next as I smile to confuse what looks scrambled. This must have been an up because I pulled up to a mouth filled with rewrapped plans, lined with embrace, and glossed with a touch of red greet. I knew this wasn't new and my mind knew that this beating shell shape had reached the sell by due date... It was spoil. Nevertheless, the fact that failure. had relocated further away from success somehow convinced me to expect a good turnout. And what turned out to be a turnout led to another let down. No first, just down and the commentators said he carried the ball well. This was no Saturday night game or was it? I question this and my answers become scrambled once again, wiping away those greetings that were intended for waves. Hello to another day or days polar sway...sometimes short of the option to choose between North and South...Either way, I'm never prepared. I hate this bipolar piercing stare given when I walk into the courtroom of your conscious blare. And I can hear it...you think I'm crazy, don't you? Now before the jury examines this bipolar relationship do me a favor and step away from my naturally lined lips. BC this did all start with just a kiss.

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Dominique C writes: Racing against a shoeless thought

Echo E writes: I'm suddenly reminded of battles fought

Travis R writes: Lost half, learned most: all thanks to the Host?

Dominique C writes: Or not? He ponders beneath the web, wide-eyed to tell a direct recollect bag of imaginations; many afloat, neither heads or tails, shot down by truth or tortured with nails; posting a chance to evaluate the sanity it entails...just one thought, bare foot thought...iron rail wrought by the impersonators that dream his last thought, wondering what bought the sells he foretell in just a simple thought he thinks one kilometer away...

J Goody writes: distant is the soul of the journeyman, perhaps? what lies beneath the wrap, doesn’t make sense...but it doesn't have to...

Dominique C writes: Because you digress in the process of clicking through his success; supporting the systems that lock up the floating words that were once thoughts, through dumbbells, mustering imaginations and soon dreams. Are things really what they seem or did his thoughts sprint from his dreams?

A conversation like this

I don't think I've experience a conversation like this. A conversation where words are silenced by the lack of understanding seen through my eyes. It was almost as if I was blinded by the reality of existing imperfections. Perfecting inscribed "pre-reqs" I'd set before nodding to future regret. But my haste wore on me like paste and simmered among what may be that "maybe" explaining why the obvious appeared so shady. Now, I'm not saying I didn't "see" what she saw when y'all spoke but my heart skips a beat when our eyes meet and the ability to see you physically passes through me, causing my spirit to speak...Speak to your soul. Yes, talk to your soul. That's the very second things begin to unfold...

My eyes opened to a place only you could feel, your HEART. It was the beat behind the seat of sentiments my soul accelerated when you said hello to me. And I promise I'd never had a conversation like this. A conversation where your soul joins with my soul and speaks in sync with that skipped beat I shared with you earlier in this piece. A conversation that speaks from the greatest part of you...your soul. A conversation where secrets become bedtime stories to our worries and we never suffer insomnia. A conversation where the nerves in our feet redirect sleep and walk all over defeat just to keep this spiritual connectivity. A conversation that feeds into my poetry, poetically satisfying the stomachs of those who too have talk to souls.

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I so don't deserve this
When I didn't know, that was one issue
And when I found out it became a bigger one
The very thing that people can touch, feel, and see somehow gained control of me and even though I was sorry I fail to genuinely experience remorse BC I selfishly knew I would say I'm sorry and move on. Sadly enough I can even admit that as strong as I thought I was I wasn't confident that I would be able to turn away just yet. Especially if I'd be put in that exact situation tomorrow. My skin loved it, every bit of it.

Nevertheless I so didn't deserve this.

What hurts even more is that the training I'd received when faced with trying times were suddenly excreted from my skin and what I knew within was suppressed by the excitement.

Music Producer - BCF

Uniquely formulated to share communication with sound. Alphabetizing a plethora of vibrations magnified at the rebound of what my ears could filter. No talent could express competitively how your gift could shift the things and thoughts that were strong in stance while beating against the hesitation formed in my hand. Who communicates with sound, understanding the very language of music? Exchanging messages between what speaks within without words to move it...That's a connection that's inevitable and it flows down into your fingers. Illustrating the very picture your mind created just a day ago...not to know that yesterday was 3 days ahead of what you thought the day before. A gift.

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Sitting, searching for words to express exactly how i feel on top of this hill. I shouldn't have let you carry me here...your arms convinced me right after you smiled at my smaller me. How did you manage to alter every not into whats hot, warming those cold reservations my inexperience fostered. Your credentials we weren't accredited in another state, and my residence was fairly new to this blue old school. Beginning at number one, started the beginning

Chase

Her neurological phase reached the end of its maze and exited all reason. Extending left for emotion, while pregaming before the season. Her past had become a goodwill's property, with hopes to aid another lost human in lustful poverty. Ok, maybe it was love...hmph. The donations were merely a result of growth and healing, sealed with a kiss from this new lil feeling. And she had a feeling that this feeling felt the inevitable...reaching forever for it to always be there.
I'd never seen her dress this way, expressing exactly whats behind her gay, without giving honor to the man's delay ...pride. Shocked, to say the least, no leasing authenticity out of respect for tradition bc it wasn't crisp enough to invalidate the wrinkle -free reality that she was thee...thee face behind the chase

And when time dressed this man, those fine garments no longer fit the same.What was customary become necessary and what was necessary became habitual. Breaking every southern family's ritual just to show his significance. Uncomfortably "cutting to the chase", with only a slice of pursuant array (clothing)

Bipolar

Bipolar

Today I woke up to a melodic tone escaping my phone, ready to address the usual. Usually lacking the set to reset my mind needing folded hands and reverence, I pray for consistency. Amened to welcome what's next I smile to confuse what looks scrambled.

Love Bore

The day's drowsiness touched the motive lying next to possibility and halted everything but I was indifferent. There was no felt difference in the distance so the unwanted patience against time led to the comfortable hostage I introduced when I gave up. And I guess the very moment I closed the door, my cup spilled over into the hands I'd disposed of at the judges table. There was no need to compete, no qualified beings or delegates, just large. And I promise it didn't get further than that. Until boredom dilated my pupils and the light was a pain...feathering the soles of my feet, I laughed into something that was never intended for keeps. But I remembered the shades, and I needed them to see. Those overexposed "be"s played the feces out of me and planted an irreversible addition to an earlier rendition chartered by one thought. And every time I'm tortured by remembrance, I face what I never fought...