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Respect
From the moment we met you wanted to fuck. I stood back and reset my train of thought. How easy was it if you threw yourself at me? In that moment I saw everything, Your heart hurt to be loved but craving a touch. I wasn't down to give in to some vulnerable thoughts. I ain't like the rest I put you in check. Don't throw yourself around and look for respect. I gave you something the rest took and then left. Keep that in mind next time you're crying wondering "why?"
By Tee's Views8 years ago in Poets
Mount Charleston Secrets
We reside on a planet of habitual control..So I try to stay in my truest habitat. Being present in nature is a peace loving practice and will always put you in alignment if you allow yourself to be quiet enough to receive. There is this perfect balance of coexistence. If only we could coexist the way the trees do amongst so many aesthetic differences. I felt the calm wave of the mountains and tapped in to the messages gifted to me. She told me to slow down, be patient with myself and the divine timing that exists everywhere in the universe. Learn to appreciate and love where you are. BE present right now is the only moment we’ll ever have. Always LEAN into uncertainty with joy and excitement. This is where creation derives. Live in limbo, but do not vacillate, yet choose wisely and always follow your higher inner guidance. We come to Earth ultimately to learn and most of us spend our lives scared of the unknown and avoiding lessons trying to sit comfortable. Don’t be stagnate when you are a life force on a planet that is life. Step back from your emotions and thoughts and figure out how to decipher through the voice of soul and the voice of ego. The greatest deception is the doubt we create internally. Align your inner dialogue with that of your soul and watch magic happen.
By Natasha Beauchamp8 years ago in Poets
Do Not Fall in Love With an Artist
Do not fall in love with an artist. They will draw flowers in your lungs. And although they are beautiful it is so fucking hard to breathe. They’ll make your troubles wither away and they will become the flowers growing in your lungs. They will replace your veins with the stems of daffodils and daisies. They will make you a better person. But with those flowers came weeds, there’s always weeds. The weeds are problems, problems growing inside the artist, but because you fell in love with them, the weeds become your problems too. They’ll weigh you down until you can’t take it anymore. So don’t fall in love with an artist. Don’t fall in love with me.
By Chanelle Theagene8 years ago in Poets
