Category : Poems

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The skin beneath my ink is enraged by the pace in which my pen seems to be dreadfully making. 
The explosions arising within my soul are expressed through the guidance of misconceptions that yield clarity to the forces of wanting to so desperately become in being. 
I'm fascinated by the pokes of dancing joy that deliberately bumps itself into my journey even when there are no explanations to determine what is and what may not just have been. 
This shift within runs on a beat only defined by a rhythm danced to by what is her name again, yes her they call her progression. As aggressive, passionate and sensual, she refuses to any longer remain under the surface only known to be reckoned with yet only in a space that is of immense patience and a giving up met by perseverance. 
Here I stand as I'm seated, remaining laying while fiercely running, I feel and hear you. Unbroken, I stare into right back and rebuilding with the fire in which demanded from me by possessive determination.
I surrender and live right now. I've fallen only to get up.I've risen only to truly fall again before I'm entirely suffocated by breaking enough to allow my being to scream and fight and release the tensity between the tightened teeth of my weak.
So patiently to finally be I've been. I've reached the destination that led me to realize I've always been, all I needed was to live. The screech in which the skin of my ink makes as it reaches a pause, calmness lays on the skin beneath because of the unity once made. She breathes, softens and admires... 
The pages in which my emotions lay have yearned for this day, the paper in which I needed to intimidate in emotion has found peace and as I'm about to be complete, it reminds me not to forget to return. 
My ink has found release and her page, a comforted and freed satisfaction....