people have learned how to cultivate and manipulate it into a weapon. it'll leave you in more pain than any gun will. and they know you're defenseless against this. because there's no armor, shield, or force field that can stop this attack. there's only one thing capable of that. can you guess what it is? limitless ways to be distributed. oxygen depleting poison plaguing the air. violence to those we claim to care about deeply. everyone is susceptible to this form of weaponry. »B.Don
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is there something wrong with me? something imbued deep within my biology? my differences make me - me, but they also make it hard to see. life is an odyssey, one that i prefer to journey privately. i only want the one above to be guiding me. as when i'm around others i'm always hiding - me. you can see how it's difficult to be free, when trying to be who they want you to be. tug of war between society and family. make my own decisions, they exclaim “how can he?” it's uncanny. fear leave me now, as it's time to up the ante. all bets on me, i’d die to see my dreams become reality. for me not to be great would be a tragedy. when i can truly be myself, i’ll then live forever happily. »B.Don
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sometimes i figure i’m simply going insane. as i have never really allowed anyone inside of my brain. these words created a window for you to view my pain. for my thoughts run rampant but these words form structure. they are building my foundation and providing me comfort. as the world around me has been submerging me under. why does my mind focus on the negative? when the world is filled with such wonder. fate, luck, prophecies are far fetched philosophies. what's real is the emotions that i feel. layer after layer for how long must i peel. to carry on through such adversity takes a different type of will. what's real is these dreams that i will soon fulfill. honing my mind into both a weapon and a shield. i take my thoughts and then turn them into reality. my biggest fears are being toppled over casually. the old me is gone an unintended casualty. but one thing is for certain i know that he would be proud of me. »B.Don
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i decided to stop taking life for granted. enemies constantly attacking the roots that i’ve planted. obstacle after obstacle within these mental gymnastics. reconnecting with the earth just trying to find my balance. hard to ignore that oftentimes life can so be tragic. used to suppress my emotions, now i no longer mask it. my mind is my home, so why do i feel captive? my mind is my own, so why is it so easily distracted? you cannot be fooled again once you learn the tactics. had to tell my mind to stop and let my body take action. had to tell my worries goodbye and let my faith be the captain. gradual shifts, tightrope walking over figurative cliffs. the longer you delay…the bigger it gets. so be active and in doing so, you’ll gain traction. i believe in you, so go and make it happen. »B.Don
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how do i find myself when i know that i am lost? my gut feeling is telling me that what i have been searching for isn’t in my presence. so do i choose to doubt the undoubtable reverend? do i not trust him after he has been right all along? do i ignore his instincts when everything seems to be going according to the song? trusting him would be inviting chaos into the peace that i have created. if i were to trust him i would surely be hated.. so, do i trust my gut and endure the consequences? or continue along this path and risk living the life that i’ve been living. my conscience has been creating confusion equating nothing but nonsense. and making it appear as though i am all out of options. and maybe i am. it’s harder to make a decision when you are unable to see the costs of each path. like having to choose whether to be shot or to be stabbed. at first glance one appears to be better than the other, but neither is really appealing. you can never truly know the damage of each until you choose; you just have to be willing. so will I choose or will I fail to choose? when each option seems like i have been destined to lose. i need hope or a sign of some nature. where is that spark that shines so bright? the one that guides me through this maze called life. for without it i fear i may get lost. no...no. i’m already lost, but at least i know it. one thing’s for certain: i can recognize that spark once i’m shown it. but without it i’ll remain stranded in the land of the unknowing. »B.Don
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i'm a better man than my younger days. but the past still haunts me it won’t go away. natural born hustler i can make a play. believe me when i say i can’t be replaced. don't backspace or you will get erased. body on this earth but my mind in space. moving too fast i think that life a race. life is becoming surreal to me. wishing that all the answers would soon be revealed to me. made as plain as day to ease my days. when did it all become such an uphill battle? my life goal is to live in abundance and travel. it seems like society would prefer me under the gravel. i know that no one is coming to save me from my situation. time waits for no man so why should i practice patience? »B.Don
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what is it going to take, just to get you notice me. i try my best to latch onto you, so hopelessly. now i'm forced to express my feelings through this poetry. i’d probably die on the spot if she ever quoted me. she’d probably retweet it and not even know it's me. but that's just the way that life goes. it throws you enough hurdles to keep you on your toes. i believe our love could blossom more beautifully than a rose. but along with that comes patience. it's all just a matter of time. i would tear down this planet just to call you mine. then rebuild it piece by piece if it would make you smile. i won’t be content until we’re walking down the aisle. i promise to love you even if it goes out of style. so if you get the chance, could you please notice me. or maybe just glance in my direction. the only thing i ever wanted is your affection. »B.Don
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i'm fuming emotions taking control reminding me that i’m only human prone to assuming and a mind that’s constantly looming no wonder it feels like doom, and i’ve been trying to expand my thinking but i don’t have any more room, and i cannot be deterred from these goals that i’m pursuing my future is so bright that i could probably lead a movement but you move around clueless running from wherever the truth is deaf whenever you’re facing the music it’s a sin to have gifts and not use it it's the equivalent of useless so be cautious small ideas can sink large ships guarded there’s no telling where my heart is growing stronger through these hardships always remember why you started money trees finally blossomed in my garden i no longer beg your pardon i just want to create more art, and feed this hunger, i’ve been starving became friends with my karma and in doing so i gained armor so talk to me proper welcome to the show i'm the show stopper »B.Don
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"i'm not like any of these other guys.”
i say from under my disguise.
i gotta blend in and do whatever it takes.
i have a lot on the line and they're only raising the stakes.
but can you really blame me?
if i kept it a hundred she'd probably shame me.
like of course i want your body..
have you seen yourself?
i want to give you the authentic and just be myself.
but you know that's not the real reason why i'm here.
i’m not someone or something that you need to fear.
you can tell the difference just by looking in my eyes.
only honesty from here on out, i'm sick of all the lies.
my intent comes from a place only known as serenity.
i assure you that you can always find a friend in me.
me and you together, it's time to form a synergy.
i want to hold you down for longer than infinity.
i’m ready to take off this mask forever, i no longer need this disguise.
do you believe me now when i say,
"i'm not like any of these other guys?"
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weightless oftentimes i wish i could shapeshift to a lifeform that is painless i wish i could recall the first time i encountered what pain is and paint it, capturing a familiar sight as it's an emotion i must learn to endure throughout my entire life i wish i knew it better or at least knew how to handle it better my only coping mechanism is writing these words, letter by letter and page by page, but will these pages ever run out? these are the thoughts that arise to a mind clouded with doubt so, hopefully one day soon i’ll discover what life is about »B.Don
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