Journal
A daily journal in the life of I–battles of self, surrender, and purpose
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Why do I fight so hard?
Against the tide of strong river currents, I fight with the will of God. Why? Aimless passion, love, strong heartedness; never backing down. I fight for a life and future that I talk to Her about every day. I fight for what I’ve learned to be motivation, purpose, and ambition.…
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my problem is I love to be brokenhearted
Because it seems as if I search for it in everything I create and come in contact with. I know now it’s not for poetry but stems from the pain that dwells within me. Is this sad or life? I no longer seek anything outside of me other than the…
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When will it get old?
The more days that pass it’s me that ages. I stuff myself in holes of immaturity and self doubt, buying my way into the fancies of life. When will it get old? Maybe in due time—maybe never. I don’t mind the fits of sadness and despair—craving, desire, and moments of…
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I’M BLOW TORCHING MY LIFE
AND IT’S ALL ON PURPOSE! Action. Real action; is all I crave. Why must I be like this? A poet? at best. An ARTIST of life; painting my days as the most beautiful gruesome scene there is. Art. HA! Something I know nothing of—-sure. And that is why while you’re…
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Keep the streets empty for me
There’s nothing more prevailing than the silence. Biting of the lips until they bleed dripping on unknown territory. It doesn’t matter what you tell me anymore I’ve lost myself to the night. At this point I’ll never tell you my purpose for I don’t know. I have always been in…