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...