A peek into the magnetic mind of a becoming poet, politician, historian, and journalist.
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Intro: She.
Dewed to the diction of silver tongues in her perceivers.
The replenishing of her core lifted by the fountain of ancestral tongue.
The propping hands of those she changed with honey dew eyes.
The limbs of identities, yet to be uncovered.
The eyes of anchors, clouded by the unspoken tone,
And brushed knowledge fueling the craving of abundance.
Ever-lasting she wanted to be.
Whimsed in the winds of olden pastures.
Crackling the beauty of untamed spirits, she chained her own spirit forward.
Grazing the grass, as infants do in wonder of existence.
She walked before she could fly.
Posture, graced.
Voice, demanding.
Words, stricken.
Adorned by the captivating imagination of her noveling mind.
Groomed wisdom of elders,
And enduring trials the essence of truth becomes her.
Fractured the shell of who she was , identity was second glanced.
Every pinpoint, curl, and sector of her body pushed the stream of who to be.
Crisp on the edges of her future, fortune held in the whisper of a breath.
Silence befriending the creation of a joyfully noisedd mind.
The outpore never knowing an outcome, but simple being as made.
Forming itself,
Colliding a thoughtful emotion,
She made her staging claim as indescribably her own.
Her words would not be purged in the hand of bottled false.
The position of her held upward towards the light of her burdens.
She nurtured the winged tips, and looked upon them awaiting their movement.
Not knowing what beheld her, her future blossomed
As her words purged onto the page, and the wrenching of her heart freed her mind from it's ailing cage.
The words spilling, and the elevation of tongue peaking gold.
The cranium benign as the spirit flowed from her fingertips, and into the resting soul of her existence.
At peace she became , allowing the depths of her to woe.
Allowing her soul to free, and embrace the fulfilling prophecy of her words.
Assurance in words propelled into her perception.
Craving the knowing.
Grasping the tuft.
Hearing the fathomed breaths.
Sovergneidged did she give her thoughts.
Molding her senses.
Graveling the disputes of her psyche.
Binding the sound.
Forcing the words.
Paving all she will to be.
She stepped into the clouds of philosopher's toll.
She claimed her throne of ruling thoughts.
Her pebble of sectors swifting across the sky in bliss.
The pleasant reveal of a past love kiss.
The passion obtained, and knowledge devine.
She mapled her way, and raptured in time.
The diamond carving of a flawless
Mind her way
She . Is. The. -
way.
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⏳ALL IN HER TIME ⌛
PoetryThis book was marveling for me to write. Filled with a series of poems and short stories. Simple songs and testing essays. Questions of inquiry, and basically any form of writing that holds value to me. Unexpectedly taking a turn to its meaning, thi...
