another one bites the dust - or so it would seem.
been going through all the same motions but cannot understand what it means.
have to fight off bad thoughts and habits - they are one hell of a team.
but i'm better though.
i may not arrive on my timing but trust that everything is on schedule.
i'm choosing - love and a life, one that's full of hugs and admiration.
nothing great can arise from sitting back and simply waiting.
you must learn patience and still know when to get up and go take it.
i’ve heard too many stories about making it out from under the basement.
a dream isn’t a dream if it isn’t worth chasing.
a risk isn’t a risk if you know it’s worth taking.
so it’s full throttle - with all wheels on the pavement.
it’d be a crime to not see how far that i can take it.
as this life is truly only as good as you make it.
»B.Don
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my words will soon free me.
transcend me into a new being.
the right path is always there even if you can’t see it.
it requires believing.
to continue fighting - breathing.
it requires the ability to not accept defeat and..
the will to propel yourself from the cement.
mustering the strength to fight your demons.
you can never lose as long as your heart’s beating.
you can go from nose bleeds to floor seating.
your dreams can be reality - so casually.
so why should anyone ever practice living practically?
so please don't get lost within the matrix.
demand everything you deserve - there's no payment.
only pain and the patience.
so try your best and just keep waiting..
when the opportunity comes make sure you take it..
just be grateful you can witness a legend in the making.
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emotions so potent they can drown even the noblest.
hopeless - back to the basics when your backs where the ropes is.
but what do you do when you’ve grown tired of fighting violent oceans?
my rage cannot and will not continue to be reignited.
darkness surrounds me making it harder to find the silver lining.
let alone my footing.
but even a pawn can claim the rook and..
remember that it’s all fundamentals no matter which way you’re looking.
there’s no masking it - i need to learn how to sit and just bask in it.
feel the rage within my bones and manifest more cash with it.
learn to find and then highlight where my passion is.
because the greedy always lose to the passionate.
so be passionate.
be loving.
your dreams can come true, you just have to want it.
and i want it.
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writing has become my new way of fighting. the words provide a shield to the titan. they provide the courage to the lion. insights within my mind become heightened. so it’s no wonder that it leaves me frightened. the words shed light on the truth within myself. to display all my thoughts plainly on a shelf. being vulnerable is me being me without needing help. i know this is all just a test - and if i don’t fail then i’ll never grow. so i will keep faith and take a chance - how else will i ever know? »B.Don
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motivation is nonexistent. determination is what i’m missing. a divine purpose - a commitment. a mission. growing weary of the wishing. all the signs are there i just need to listen. what does it mean to be living? existing? non-existent? sometimes i wish i could disappear - but to where? who would care? do i dare? vanish through the air. am i prepared? one could never be - inevitably. i am redefining the word - destiny. »B.Don
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freedom calls - but will i answer? i fear what awaits while my mind, soul, and body aches. counting down the days - estimating the plays. envisioning me on the stage. but this one is for all the marbles. have i had enough lessons? have i gathered all the weapons? is the moment now in my presence? what needs to happen for me to step in? too many questions. too much guessing. not enough faith. not enough pressing. move forward and all else shall follow. the “mountains” that you face are hollow. if you need the strength you can borrow. but i beg you - don’t wait until tomorrow. »B.Don
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tears falling down my face on Christmas. asked God for a sign and it was perfectly gifted. emotions underwhelming me have now been lifted. but where had they been concealed? a light entered my life and it seems as though all has been revealed. the truth - is the only thing that i needed to heal. the truth - is awaiting me and i’ve been evading still. the truth - is i’m having a hard time telling what’s real. so moving forward i’ll die on my hill. a force to be reckoned they will bow by my will. humbleness is just a form of complacency. it was a void pulling me back so now it’s time to fill the vacancy. my emotions were suppressed out of fear that they’d bury me. but it’s never been more clear that I need them to live merrily. »B.Don
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so are you going to give it to me or not? you know that I've been waiting on it. ever since the moment I met you.. i had been plotting on it. wondering exactly what it was going to take.. to have you in my arms instead of in my dreams. like what number i was going to give you when you finally decided to join my team. i really just need you to give it to me. fearing that soon i will be locked out forever. i'm barely holding onto the image of you and i together. i'm slowly drowning in this effervescent pool of your essence. God must have been angry and decided to teach me a lesson. i never would've imagined it would be this hard to obtain. what do I need to do to get you to take my last name. it's slowly but surely tearing me apart. i cannot figure out how to get the key to your heart. »B.Don
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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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