My Mind on a Mission of Truth

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Description

This book written over the span of 4 years has many different emotions placed in one place, it displays all of my untapped emotions brought to light to share with the world, and people I love the most.

Sujets

• Arts visuels
• Arts visuels
• Art

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 22 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669842248
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

Extrait

My Mind on a Mission of Truth
 
 
Simple is not as simple as simple seems simply put!
Two copies with no original!
Friend or foe who am I to myself!
 
 
 
 
 
 
“O”
 
Copyright © 2022 by “O”.
 
ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-6698-4225-5

eBook
978-1-6698-4224-8
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
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Rev. date: 08/22/2022
 
 
 
 
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Contents
My love for you is psychotic
Up at 501
 
May my doubts and insecurities fuel my ambition, for I shall no longer reside within life’s prison of a hollowed existence, shackled by the thoughts of my own creation.
Know I was placed on this earth with a purpose, let my goals prevail as my soul burns bright.
With a blinding glare, my spirit shines through the dark clouds that shade my arduous pursuit of grandeur.
My heart is black, nurtured by the hardships and pain I choose to bare.
Judged by social bias and ignorance, I stand trial and accept my faith.
A spirit lost, to the selfish desires of man.


My love for you is psychotic
I am a fiend for your taste, your beautiful scent, your presence, ignites my soul.
I yearn for the madness that you bring to my mind.
The chaos that you brew within my heart, I am beyond help, I, a prisoner trapped within the contents of my thoughts.
The emotional turbulence you bring gives me life, my worse addiction, is the pain of loving you.


 
Laying by the cold lake, listening to a song of a foreign tongue.
I find warmth in the moonlight, as it illuminates the stillness within my soul.
Lost in nature and the mystery that lies under the matted black sky.
Like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to the silence.
I have never experienced such a place, not filled with pain or chaos.
Reminiscent of blissful times, told only in books of old.
How wonderful it would be, to be loved by thy neighbor as I love myself.


 
Your smile vibrates, illuminating the soul of the wary.
Your essence sweet, enticing to the senses.
In a world so bitter, your presence blooms the fruits of life.
Nurtured within your embrace, fingers with a feather’s touch.
The embodiment of a Goddess, with virtue of bliss.
I yearn the softness of your lips, as it kisses my despair into the clouds of reawakening.


 
Perpetual motion of my mind flooded with realistic hallucinations, as I dream awake.
Gassed, out of breath, with vision blurry, confusion sets into my chest.
“Where am I”?
What is this feeling of dread that has bittered my senses?
The earth beneath my feet I can no longer feel.
Hard hitting is the wave of calamity, that knows no boundaries, how will I charter my course?
With a glimpse I see the shore, not missing my moment I make my final push.
With my heart rekindled in peace, far removed from despair, I still have a place to call home.


 
The pain that dwells inside me, a manifestation of personal resentment that takes face and form.
Ignoring the plight that is causing my afflictions, to what end will my pondering remain a mist?
Fortification of my mind compels growth, and the reassurance of my intuition, resolute.
Thoughts of what can fill this dark whole in my chest, a distant vision of a life unattainable by the living.
As I follow in the footsteps of my thoughts, on the road to the happiness I require to exist.
Tears fall inward masked by a smile, for I without intent nor visions of grandeur shall take heed to my own suffering.


 
The agony of my suffering is suffocating.