Victory Is Contagious

Vanity and insanity Is who I was and am - victory is contagious but has its pros and cons...its negative and positive effects in the long run - sometimes, you don't win 1st place, but last place or in between or whatever place you land in luckily - fortune and fame is not meant for everyone said my best friend a few weeks ago...my everything actually... Crazy cool and yet, a wise fool Torn apart, God save me...Jesus, let me be in your bus Odium of sodium gets my heart pumping in demented glee... Radiant as the sun, yet disoriented as the tornado; Grey Shame as the moon, I'm a titaniumb bard that goes with his pen flow Yet, it's dark as the dusk...when my mind is light as the dawn Issues weaken...bones of my feelings break...don't worry so much about me, carry on...shining sun and be free and flee... Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence....shame embraced you, never leaving your presence...making your strengths weaknesses all over again...what goes around comes back around round round round ...lost and found... Cold to the core without your desire fire Over-hyper-excited-nervous about the rain we are getting in California haha the rain I thought was hale - what the hale is going on? Get it? Nothing much going on in this cell I call haven...I'm speaking to my only friend, solitude, who socializes with me daily and nightly Tired of flirting with people who end up taking it to the wrong levels...it's part of my personality, I can't change what's a part of me...unless God corrects me on the matter which would be taken more than a flatter...thanks for the downpour of water for California who lacked it forever... A sense of neglect and acceptance holds onto me still as I look out my windowsill...look right through the pane and there, you'll run into my lane of reigning-over-me acid rain pain Glory and grace be to God Most High...I'm so guilty for the sins I've committed; please..oh please forgive me...I beg for your forgiveness... Isolated in iced up islands of my igloo ideas...zzzzing in my bed of ice and winter frost and snow and all that freezing fire you cursed me with with things that are not what I desire or admire Oh...don't leave me hanging on the last rope of hope...I'm eating the soy of joy and no one ain't stopping me from being me - a wild, innocent boy...not tainted with abominations of virginity lost in caves of shied away braves Under your spell and above your well...you wished me heaven when I was sent to hell... you gave me a vivacious voice that sends people vibrant vibes as gracious and glorious as the voice of the admirable Adele... Saturated in tomorrow sorrows and my yesterdays are doused in dismay...but hey, I'm still alive and well and fighting with my might, away from my comfort shell...I'm surviving and arriving almost done...but still an 18 year old, a masterpiece left undone - half moon and half sun...but I'm a masterpiece in the making, I'm victoryholic, for victory...in my white and black checkered shoes...is contagious - so is my boredom disease (get a victory vaccination, baby boo...my crazy cool crew...don't gang up on me...Just leave me be with my Earnings, never emptee)