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Im tired,but im still inspired,to shine like a diamond
And stay sharp like a gem stone,sometimes feeling like an alien
But this E.T. can still always phone home
Im stayin connected with my spirit which has been resurected
Im so blessed today that my thinking is no longer infected
I didnt just seize the day i own every moment
Im still livin my life,i have a chance and i havent blown it
Out of the grip,i aint living sick
I've seen hell through a needle point
Now i just have a hope shot,thats the hit
Im not stumblin around caught up in my shit
Im walking and not dead,alive for sure with nothin but hope to spread
I have gotten back my dignity.its more then a thread
Its a spool that im weevin, sharin my story to give people somethin to believe in
Ive shed my skin,because it was akin to a prison
Now im truly livin,seeing life through these eyes that are no longer screaming........
And stay sharp like a gem stone,sometimes feeling like an alien
But this E.T. can still always phone home
Im stayin connected with my spirit which has been resurected
Im so blessed today that my thinking is no longer infected
I didnt just seize the day i own every moment
Im still livin my life,i have a chance and i havent blown it
Out of the grip,i aint living sick
I've seen hell through a needle point
Now i just have a hope shot,thats the hit
Im not stumblin around caught up in my shit
Im walking and not dead,alive for sure with nothin but hope to spread
I have gotten back my dignity.its more then a thread
Its a spool that im weevin, sharin my story to give people somethin to believe in
Ive shed my skin,because it was akin to a prison
Now im truly livin,seeing life through these eyes that are no longer screaming........
Literature
Matchstick
irreplaceable yet unnecessary
leave me in your retrospect
where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head
or a Matchstick, maybe
I'm the fire you started &
couldn't put out
the one you doused &
the One you'll freeze without.
Literature
Magic Lesson
Magic Lesson
She had everything they thought they would need to impress a spell guild instructor. Robes, a hat and a staff. Of course, the robes had been tailored by the finest seamstress in the port of Chalserra, spun from fashionable blue silk and cloth of gold in spite of her flaming hair. The hat was wide brimmed and pointed. Mother had had a fit of how passé it was, but father had assured her that it was the proper style for a wizard and all of the household servants had agreed; not that that their opinions mattered to mother. The staff was of fine mahogany and topped with a ruby the size of a pigeons' egg, crafted by the apprentic
Literature
The Journey
Highs and lows
Twists and turns
Some days it glows
Some days it burns
An unwinding road
We all must travel
Pulling a carriage of hope
Over gems and gravel
Some say it’s written
Some say it’s not
May be it’s a riddle
Solving which is tough
Simply, it’s a journey
Memory after memory
A story to be told
When we’re old and weary
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Marvelous work A combination of morality and reality. I like it.