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Here we go.

It's nice to get thoughts flowing again. It had been a few days of a pretty miserable wellbeing, and I was glad to have my friends there when I needed them. I had to cancel my flight to visit friends this weekend because of work, which bothers me even more, but I disappointed a professor. I don't mean to sound like I'm always looking forward to impressing the professor, because frankly it isn't about that, but rather whether I truly feel proud of the project. And I don't. I don't feel proud of my work, the project isn't entirely functional, it actually kind of sucks, and I was glad my professor let me know that up front. It was a rough emotional hit, but it was the truth. Today I am reorganizing my life, putting the pieces of a war-torn yesterday self back together, to come back a stronger, and more prepared self. I will not let the things that have affected me in the past affect me again. I will pick up and get my shit together, because I am not here for the luxury ride. I am here to exploit my fullest potential. I haven't been quite me recently for this SCAD class. I haven't given it my all and I know I can do better. I have hit rock bottom, and am ready to stand up. I have been taught that preparation and organization are key, and that just because you have gotten a silly device to work for your program does not mean that it makes the game good. The simple words of the fields as they speak to me across the mist which will soon clear. Clarity will be the steps of the future, as I carefully take the hit, and get ready to put these wounds in the past, and man up.



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First my apologies.
Perhaps I gave y'all the idea that
it was all spit without the gears
We aint about that shit

Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
The irony of words is that they hold the strength of plans
Without the gunshot
You'll never be grand.

We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
I can't even rhyme shit
that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…



It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
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Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
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To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
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The portrait tact
And yet somehow,

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

On nature's sincerity

I wish I could But I spoke nonsense I wrote it rather To speak it back to you.
The trees spoke quietly I looked from above and smiled The sun tucked away and I hoped It would spill its secrets.
The picture was rightfully painted Had I blinked, I would have missed it. Do not use sincerity It is not becoming of usage.
Learn to become And you will see the world As it was born It will smile once more. x