Immaterial heaven of my living self

I will wait in patience 

Until that which was unknown becomes apparent

And until prayers and destiny reach their verdict

 no rush, I’m happy as I am.
Unfortunately what’s best is that time be taken for clarity

For both cases to be solved and given their due burials

 And toss away our last living flowers of the past into it’s casket for cremation

After all, this ambiguity is well-wishing. Although it leaves huge gaping holes in my heart, I must accustom myself to the ice cool breeze willowing through this freshly carved cave

Perhaps one day it’ll become as magnificent and jeweled as the worlds oldest caves.

It’ll become my castle, my sanctuary of ever flowing hopes and dreams. Pure tears from the valley of my eyes, furnishing mirrored stalagmites of sincere desires.

Reflecting the years of sabr  

and dedication, and the serene streams of honesty meandering through and through.

This is my artwork, this is my treasure, which no eye has seen.

And it’s all carefully crafted by my patience, sincerity, and destiny.

This is the immaterial heaven of my living self.

The throne of my mind-palace. 

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Dear brain

Dear brain, sometimes​ you screw me over 

But other times, when I can’t feel , you open things up for me.

When my emotions and desires rage a storm, you put a cap on it and make it drizzle and call over the sun to show me rainbows.

Sometimes you make the dumbest decisions and my heart has to become the detective and find a way out, but then you rejoice and humbly celebrate with my success.

You wait in patience when times are tough and I want to give up, and when I want to play tug-a-war, you let me win only so I can see that you were right after all.

You teach me things ,experience after experience, and calm my excitement when I get too hyper. 

Just wanna say thanks, even though I want to punch you for being an idiot or thinking too fast for me to recall .

yep, thanks for hanging in there as a splurge you with memory after memory. And helping me not forget what matters.

my nose is caught high on a hook

The pain of thought would have diminished as the excess scent of incense blows away,   leaving the gentle aroma behind.
Instead, I have now tainted my feet and must allow it to heal, as well as to let my hardened tongue to soften and stop oozing the puss of angst and pride.
my nose is caught high on a hook, I’m a display of arrogance and humiliation.
I’ve exhausted my soul of proper recompense, I can only move on to tell myself the tall tale of my belligerence.
Complaining leads to further damnation

It’s when the thorns outgrow and envelope the rose of patience and light.
Taking away the sweet fragrance of forbearance and experience, further expelling the ungrown seeds of wisdom.
Had I been patient and silent, I wouldnt have burned my feet on a road of hot black asphalt, only to find a thorny dead end.
Sometimes, we take our privilege to such an extent that it destroys us.

A mystifying divine right, revenge.

Revenge
A destroyer of Nations
A fuel for hate

A sweet sultering darkness that swoons over all thoughts into a mystifying divine right.
Pure intimidation and lust at once
Drunk over the word loss and chance
Staunch over a decieving thrust to jump the bridge into a searing chance of bliss and victory, only to land head first into a landmine of regret and loss of time
It’s another realm , not a dream , not a nightmare, it’s an illusion- a smog intoxicating the heart

Smoldering in pain from scathed open wounds, only to heal them with red hot stones, and to leave a defying scar, a trophy of loss, defeat, and revenge. Has harmony been achieved?

There is no victory in revenge

the memory of faltering to the ground is still Stark and glowing amidst the dark

A mystifying divine right,

but there is no victory in revenge

Fairest of em all

I’m a queen of my own making

My sweat adorns me with gold

My feet carry me to my throne

And my lowered eyes make me high
security is my sword

upright shoulders and a solemn tongue

I have honor shadowing my path
Virtue has draped me in a cape

And my heart has become my veil

My secrets are my strength, of which is no one’s avail.
I’ve no ditches dug for blackmail or treachery

I don’t need a fort to keep me snug

My honor is the sun and cool air beeming around me and creating happy shadows, 

I have nothing to hide
I can’t be fought over a drought dried of delight and rain

I’ve distanced myself from your woeful gain
There is no usury without the ingredient of misery

and I have none, thus I’m unbeatable

And my journey has just begun
My head is bare of a crown, my keen scrutiny is enough for a noticable light of status.

I don’t look into murky water, it’s a waste of divine time

I’m a queen of my own making, and my successor is my good deeds

Thus creating Never ending waves as my army
My name may be one day forgotten

But my work will be everlasting

And that makes me

The fairest of em all

#sjw

#female

Silence and tears

Sometimes you have to cry over the little things that otherwise an “adult” with thick skin might suck in and deal with.

To cry over the lack of understanding on regardless of whether it’s on your part or theirs.  because regardless, there’s a misunderstanding, and regardless, there’s a ripple ,creating movement in still water.

There isn’t much you can do when it comes to the tongue exercising its malice and expressing its inner pain, all expelled onto you.

You just suck it in.  let your heart succumb to the venom.  and let it cycle through your body into tears.  tears to purify you of your pain, tears to create a quiet stream to carry you to a refuge of silence

Silence and tears, they’re such a perfect duo.