Wellness

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If beautiful ends, it does not cease being beautiful...Wellness

I am the dark side of twilight, A stormy existence, The beginning of great delight And

not what you expected.

I'm not  poetry trained. I'm not an educated person. But I am  creative . I have a decent imagination and that's all I need

I am not edifying language. That exhausting, tyrannic, unscalable, chromed, whitewashed, unblemished verbal display no...

I am just a window between the beautiful outdoors and the peaceful indoors not the scene itself but an opening in the wall

I am not sober I don't listen to songs I drink through them and when it makes me high i remember u

I ’m not ready to ask why and how fake I am.

In shades of greys, I am not , colorless, there are sways, in the lot, relentless, blues and greens, without a thought.

In the immobile light I move my lips and perhaps I am even glad not to find the desired word.

I am not a cure I am not a vitamin I am just someone who tries to chase the wind.

I am not your sweetheart, I am not your man. I am terror and iron. I am wild  . I am my own,

I am not your eyes when you are closed for the night... see for yourself the carnage of my mind as it is I am lost with no reason

I am a soldier sore wounded but not slain I will lay me down and bleed a while And then rise up to fight again.

I AM grief for hire .... After, four forty, in the AM , I 'm taunted, to be haunted, but I 'm swayed, by sweet lady, of insomnia,

I am not sure about my identity, I ’m wearing a mask for the whole world to see

I reprimand myself when I 'm not myself i understand myself when I 'm outside myself i

am studying you I 'm loving you

I am mostly mush, no etched carvings. i am unsculpted and soft. but this softness is mine and not easily stolen.

 I am not a prophet or a stone-age man, just a mortal with the potential of a superman...

Mostly I am not the story you have been told

I am not the language you have heard before...