>Become a magnet that attracts what you like (or love)
>And above all -- Enjoy your OWN company
>Sometimes, being by yourself doesn't have to equate to being
> L~O~N~E~L~Y
>If only you learn to love yourself
>
>But after being hurt & disappointed a few times
>(In friendships & in love) -- thru iLL reasons & rhymes
>I started to understand
>So I found myself reaching out for my OWN damn hand
>Shaking it in agreement that Me ~ Myself ~&~ I were hella
>good company
>"We" were smart -- "We" were pretty -- And "We" held a
>kinetic key
>That opened doors to communication -- And moved positive
>energy
>
>And I damn sho' didn't need anyone to supress or defeat me
>I was already WHOLE & complete
>But I did WANT someone to help polish & perfect who I was
>As a person -- As a woman -- As a spiritual being
>I had to open up my third eye -- Cuz in my youth, I wasn't
>seeing
>
>I see now tho! -- ;^)

i can mos def relate to alot here... it was refreshing to hear someone put it into words.
thanx photo!

-Stephani
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I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me