When's the last time you did something for the first time?

If today's our last mission, before October comes in to spook us into character, why aren't you putting in any request? We all want something but a lot of us are choosing to take what we can get. Meanwhile there are people who are taking rather than asking. To me I think being selfish is okay if it could potentially help others in the long run. Clearly September came in and left like it had somehwere else to be, I wonder if you saw the impatience that took place and decided to take advantage of September fast pace energy. Did you do things without thinking? Did you finally sign up for that class knowing that it was now or never? Did you place yourself in better rooms to hear better advice, or did you stay stuck within your own vices? I mean if you were to ask me, I noticed that I couldn't be everywhere all at once, but I could very well be in better places altogether. I have a feeling that this October is going to be most people's take off, and I feel like o

I've been dipping my feet into new waters and it's been revealing to me just how important human beings are, and why we're a major threat to those unlike us. I don't know. Most days I feel empty but then there are days when I realize that, that empty feeling comes from unknowingly straying away from my desires. Knowing what you desires are and choosing to go after them are two different things, and they quickly become obstacles if you're allowing others outside your plan(s) to keep you empty and open for untrustworthy spirits to possess the potential that was purposely given to you. Let's digitally talk the ending of September and how it differed from all my other Septembers. Last year was a different year. Hell every September before this one was a continous cycle. A cycle I thought I could never escape. A cycle that seemingly had the power to trick me -to keep me feeling unwanted and unimportant. I was stuck emotionally. I was trying to find comfort

I was starving myself of a really good segment with great potential. I think somehow I needed to be on the brink of starvation to realize what exactly brings me nourishment and what doesn't. I know, I also get it. This segment could seem toxic to the untrained eye, but I promise in all of my toxicity who has ever complained out loud. My words are the most seductive when I don't spell it out. I lead by example even if bending down means exposing my vunerability. I admire guys like you, and I also need girls like myself to lead the way. In order to change the present a women needs to be able to withstand her past mistakes. But anyways it's midnight and since you're up, stay. Keep me company. Don't be a meanie and leave me all by my lonesome. I promise I'm a good time. I have a question to ask. What's the difference between a poker face and a straight face? Does one stand the test of time more than the other? Ladies can our victims read one face m

Heyyy, it's me again. It's me just trying to make it but how does one truly make it if the best season is already finding creative ways to leave us? I don't want to exit autumn without having a story or two(or even three at this point). I'm typing this while being engrossed in the rain. I don't know, it's just relaxing when you're able to find comfort when most of the world is unappreciative. Feel free to call me out. I think my god complex is just as big as the lord's(or shall I say someone else's lord). And believe me there's just too much going on nowadays to ever feel comfortable enough to look beyond what's being presented to us. So here I am in my digital element. I wanted to digitally talk about troubled souls and how if unchecked it could really cause damage on you and those around this odd planet. So, if you're like me feel free to grab a blanket and a nice bowl of fruit before you settle where I need you most! I get it

I wouldn't really consider myself lazy, but rather in a familiar rut. It's me comparing myself. Or it's me laying around until later in the day to be somewhat "productive". The saddest part is I know why I'm stuck and sometimes being stuck is the only option until better comes along. What do I mean by that? Well, the universe loves to watch us but rarely does it ever speak our human language -english. It knows no honesty because with honesty comes boring journeys. I had to admit this to myself. I had to admit that the universe loves watching us fall and stub our toe(s). The difference between others and I is simply this...I knew that I was nothing more than another tag along wondrous entity when I begged for a sign and got another failed mission. The realest thing we could ever do is ignore the universe when it's trying to test us. Yeah that's what I just said, yeah I said to ignore the very thing that gave you life and still continues to gives

Honestly sometimes I feel like I'm intimidating and then there are other times where I'm just too breezy for other people's projections. It's always too easy for me. One day I'm scary and then I'm just like someone else -feeling the weight of the world. But through it all I've never been a small minded person. I don't think I'm overly official but I am able to realize that some people are just built different -mentally. Everything is real but for some odd reason there a people walking this earth without the capability to think how I think -or how you think on a daily as well as morally signifcant compass. Scary isn't it? I remember when I was back in school, I noticed how much the school systems seemed to make it their sole mission to allow things to live that needed nothing but to be put to rest. Cruel things became normal things and in the end it became our daily vocabulary for such unintended expression. None of us knew that we were be

Can I be the grim reaper for a second and ask you a life or death(well mostly death) question? I want, in fact, in most situations I take my words more seriously if they're coming out of a dead man's mouth -instead of my own mouth. How many times do we disarm the words that flow through us with the intentions of being our own worst contradictions? I mean for me I'm always being a sufferer of my own inflammation. I stand around flammable beings as if they weren't the ones who made me weary in the first place. With all that I've been through I could be soulless but who would that help -other than the grim reaper himself? Why would I go out of my way to please a man... a dead man at that? Why would we allow those below us take us where they're eventually going to go? It's another Thursday night and I'm already tainted. Hell, I've been tainted my whole life but who could I possibly be if I or even you chooses to live in the past? If I want to se

Don't ask me where I come up with these names, because if I could answer this question without going off the deep end I would. I'm actually at the edge as of right now so if you really want the answer, do what's in your reigns and push me off. Don't worry my spirit will tell the cops I told you to do so. I'd tell them that I gave you my permission -with my last dying breath. I wished it so, but I was too much of coward to actually do it myself. But here we are on this wonky wednesday night and I created a piece that could send me to both to heaven and hell, but wouldn't you want to know -where I'd actually choose to stay if given the permission to do so. I don't know if I'm sad right now or if my body is allowing me to shed another layer of myself to actually get to the real me. I think I'm a banshee but why won't I fully claim what I tragically claim to be? I always need to scream when it's quiet. I always need to scream when I

Before you start, I already know that I promised something that I didn't give. I already know that. And am I beating myself up over it, no. I know that I can be an unprofound person, but I'm also well aware of my gifts. One empty handed promise doesn't override all the other decent words that I've spilled. I've just so happened to have spilt my past over and over again without sounding redundant -and still I can see myself spilling more... and more. It's just who I am, I'll never be able to let go of my past because in a sense it'll be me letting go of the worst parts that turned me into a poetic killer. I'm a time machine but I'd never screw with my past if it meant not being able to flourish in a diabolical sense. So here we are reliving the 4th day in this chilling month. It's September and what do you know. I'm here again because I can still see my past again. Seasonal Depression is a real thing... and I never wanted to see

Hey you. How are you? I know I've been gone but what's your excuse? Usually I would say that this is my spotlight but today it's ours. You've been compromising and so have I. I've been distracted by hotties when I know I always speak about being seductive all while holding my dignity to a higer god -but I slipped. Okay! I came to the realization that I wasn't all that interested or shall I say I wouldn't have been all that interested in about another week. So how did I or how am I recovering... might you ask? Well. Well. Well, wouldn't you like to know. But honestly I'm no silent beast when there's no need to be. I've been realizing some things and maybe my realizations can spark the genius in you. Who knows... Let's digitally talk about certain realizations and how if tamed on the first of the month, could produce a better rest of the month -rather than before. My first realizations is quite simple. 1. If I don't have sc