Stimulation: Let That Sink In
Eyes that can't see clearly,
Ears that can't hear keenly
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
I hated the moments you called me a boy that's dense...
It just doesn't make sense...
Hence, I think up on other notions...
Fenced in by my own ignorance
Hoping to gulp down solution-potions as soon as possible...don't be discouraged by the delighted demeanor of commotions (don't give up by the mere overload of fitting in, even if it means indulging in short-term satisfaction)
Yeah...let that sink in...
I made a lot of these lines up through thick and thin
I'm not bragging...I'm just relieved to let it all out
At least everyone who reads this know what I'm about...(glad that readers know my character)
Delete the history of sexual immortality that has been detected in my life, oh Lord Most High...
In other words, forgive me of my downfalls that took away my virginity of vitality
Truth hurts honestly...lies are fickle frankly - that, I can't deny or make up a white lie to try to cover it with a useless try
My lightbulbs of ideas are dimming as night unfolds into a brand-new morning...yay, yet another night of insomniac, maniac pleasure beyond measure...
Sorry, I can't help...
B-b-but be stimulated
I whisper and yelp...
From the inside, I am humiliated...jaded...hated...degraded by discouragement that has been anticipated (typical cycle of negativity that people with bipolar go through in some phases)
There's a light in goodbye
There's a twinkle in your eyes
Rumor has it that you've become so shy
There are truths behind the lies
Documents of deception have stimulated my utter humiliation (being misled by conspiracy theories has made me embarrassed)
Abashed to say the least...
These words are just not beast...
Maybe I'm just assuming again as usual
I'm just in need of God's faith fuel
I pray that all suffering ceases from the ones that deserve it
Because...not everyone will absorb this poem internally...they will take it as just-another **** fit
Sorry...I wrote and said so many bad words
I don't belong in the herd of good birds
I feel misunderstood...
My nature and my outlooks in reality is not always of good
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2016
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