Call my commiserate heart soft but my vehement emotions beat out hard till my lungs collapses & bleeds when I sternly cough. Yet I try to deliberate myself by keeping a tight rein on my breath even though if circumstances comply to remain tough. Although I'm imprisoned in a false hope in the anatomical blueprint that is adulterated in a bluff, most times I excruciatingly feel the zemblanity where I've honestly had more than enough. Pour me the filthiest gasoline & watch my imperceptible soul set on fire as nebulous smoke puffs where no ocean can snuff. Lock me up with the serpentine dragons in the dungeon where we'll conglomerate our apoplectic fury that can neither be decrepit nor cuffed.©gold__illusionist360
Save me from the cataclysmic thoughts of me being wickedly suicidal because the impervious storm inside my head needs to be bridled. Blinded by the dark who dwells in fool's paradise while sentient beings accepts the state of living in denial, my horse sense shall not be kept idle even if the day of judgment comes for me to stand for trial. I will rave & bang to be decisive where I shall project the monolithic writings on the wall from the sacrosanct bible, falling towards the depth of the ocean floor to pay my homage to the serendipitous idol & reverberate my body to invigorate for me to feel eternally tidal.©gold__illusionist360
The Dark Tower
Sink in your own teeth & bite off your tongue before you speak for the dead for their death token to be bequeathed. The Netherworld rose from beneath for the angels of death to find peace where the reapers' blade can finally stop dripping blood when kept in the sheath. Anaesthetised souls then become easy victims who will be induced by the scoundrel, echoing in their subconscious of his infamously unsaid name even without the vowels. Being seated in his thorned throne in his eponymous dark tower, he feints his hoes to twirl & set the world on fire as he breathes in his ambiguous power with disavowal.©gold__illusionist360
Vanquished souls being offered in rigged auctions for monsters to gamble, prosperous lechery who are aways devoured in being unnecessarily fed is still not procurely ample as the underprivileged gets caught in between the lines of this cunning scandal for the appetite to scramble. Platoons being stationed on either sides who have assembled themselves for a rumble, preparing a battle of schism for the magnetic poles of Earth to tumble. Succumbing to another post apocalyptic encounter while children & mothers sing their melancholious song with a treble where sons grow into malefic men & daughters into bewitched women who will carry memories of a broken mind & heart that will turn rebel.©gold__illusionist360
The existential apparition of our embodiment may seem figurative if our cognitive mind gets trapped in an air bubble, drifting away into the aperture that pops unconsciously when we collide to huddle. We've become a reflection of our neighbouring interstellar cloud of couple where we see no collateral image of our own double as we stimulate the eyes for it to cuddle. Imprints of our transcendence left behind in the planetary puddle, genome sequencing shall be complete when we spiral into the time traveling shuttle. Baffled by the transtemporal creation of opening the unknown portal to our imaginative frontal, sensory information being transmitted visually becomes subtle.©gold__illusionist360
How do I subdue the gradient pattern of fate when the cosmos in chaos are transgressively disordered? I've been traumatised by the nightmares that showcased colossal horrors where sometimes I wished I didn't have to move forward so there'd never be a past to live in until hell freezes over for me to be bothered. Call me schizophrenic or bipolar but the pretence of my ignus fatuus is within the consciousness of my borders as I believe in the former while I suffer to face my marytrs. The cold blooded could never get any warmer because they never could bleed themselves out through their shredded armour where the grim reaper couldn't find a breather to allow the corpses be sown by any farmer.©gold__illusionist360
An ugly truth has been placed to sterilise in the dirt, leaving no trail as sandstorms blew to cover the Earth that became an unhabitable desert. Cacti cultivated where lies were reasserted, exposing clusters of spine that kept pricking mother till it hurt. We follow & obey men's law as if we're rolling up our sleeves like we've got something to overt but the foul smell of corruption never truly reveals what's under a shirt where perverted douchebags are more diverted towards what is under women's skirt. Sick minds with feelings of oblivious desolation reverts where the warning signs were clear when they started to flirt with turrets, giving a red alert as nature becomes disconcert.©gold__illusionist360
In The Parallels Of An Antithesis
Replication of matter, space & time to coincide in the same dimension would be a struggle to upkeep in the multiversal parallel where it would be paradoxical to unfurl a corresponding effect that will be imperil. There's neither a cut through nor a diagonal to integrate a hurl from the cardinal as the fibonacci universe grows spiral. We may never capture all the extraterrestrials as they've always been freely feral even if the starfleet vessels are set to maneuver a chandelle in order to find a herald. The consciousness of the human race have been kept in the barrel which is why the inability to conjure the conspiracies that has been preserved sterile.©gold__illusionist360
A gaping hole I made on my chest where I thought nothing could infiltrate my bullet-proof vest but I opened further for my lesions to expose my bones for my affliction to manifest. A haox of incubation taking place in my cicatrical scars for external hosts to infest, helps to mutilate the atrophic pests living inside of me who are considered my unwelcomed guest. Swimming in the dead pool filled with bloodsport in the dyspeptic tempest, I felt the whiplash where I had to float on still water to sanitize my skin to bones for me to coalesce. To the Holy spirit I have my sins confessed, please father have me be blessed to reach out for the crest & allow a mark of divinity to attest.©gold__illusionist360
Guilty Pleasure Of Making Out With Medusa
Atoms in the universe could no longer fuse where matter went rogue when beauty was heinously abused by a prominent member who was the brother of Zeus. The angle at which Poseidon glared at the temptress Medusa was obtuse which led her with a dark image that got bruised as she was seduced. Her pulchritudinous elegant view was tarnished with a venomous curse she couldn't willingly refuse where anyone who stared dead in her eye would turn to stone if you're accused. The gorgoneion hisses from her hair strand got her hypnotised in a trance state of muse where her despicable black heart prevented her from signing a truce as bad blood has been let loose for taking advantage of the golden goose.©gold__illusionist360
The Killing Moon
Crimson Seductress, I bid theeFrom deepest depths, to tallest treeFrom ages past, and yet foreseen I give you now, this offering.Her flesh is torn, from favorite veinAdorned in scars, and bound by chainsIf wild she was, tonight she's tameAs servant whimpers, Master reigns.A feast as such, oh, verily!Consumed her soul, quite merrily!She tried to cry, but my, oh my!She bled, instead, quite terribly!Seductive call, to finish soon?This call to chaos, death, and doomTo spare her life, or spare what loomsUnderneath The Killing Moon©lazzarious
Porcelain People may hide their cracksBut heat can expose themAnd knock them off trackPorcelain People show no remorseThey're too fake to show honestyAnd create the discoursePorcelain People are all just the sameAnd when they feel threatenedThey just shift the blameBut Porcelain People forget one small thingIt's actions, not wording That leaves the worst stingSee, Porcelain People think they're smartThey mistake misdirectionAs a fine form of artBut people like that can be seen from the startBecause we don't look for bullshit.....We look for a heart..©lazzarious
My Anger Management
Turning anger into action,It is much harder than it sounds in depression.Anger is like a virusThat needs air to cool off When it is shared. Anger is a strong feeling of annoyance that the enemy allows.It creeps on us like a cloud.Anger can't be placed in quarantine to contain it's badly spread.Anger feeds upon itselfAnd burns flaming red.©ciara25©ciara1
Ain't No Mountains High Enough
When there are mountains I wish that You would move. When You don’t part the waters I wish I could walk through. I will believe in You. We are in a war, I confess. When I grow weary, I need your rest.In all things, be my life and breathe.But not just with objects, I want all things to be a bless, alone with the mountains and objects that were created and was made by you I respect,You alone fabricated the mountains and objects that we see,It is you alone with all the mountains and objects that will move through you that I will always believe,Because there ain't no mountains or objects high enough that will keep me from you my God that created me to breathe.©ciara25©ciara1
It's okay to trust And get deceived,It's okay to be kindand receive hatred,It's okay to do mistakesand learn from them , It's okay to be aloneand ignore the world !Everything is okayif it keeps you peaceful !©effulgent_ananya
The World Doesn't Accept Homosexuals
Many people have committed suicide because of their sexuality.
I have a beautiful soul
At encouraging people, writing tons of poetry,
advice poems and writing good books on many various platforms.
Yet I have a dirty heart of
Sin for women I see out on the streets, But I came to a realization that being a homosexual is not a sin,
I admit it,
I am a bisexual woman.
I long for men, but I lust for
I do have a boyfriend, but I
lust for women.
My advice to society is
If you have homosexuals in your family,
Please accept them,
Of course you will not understand their sufferings because you haven't experienced it,
But if you all will just
take the time to sit down
And listen to their story,
You will understand.
There are so many children that are afraid to be themselves because we are living
In a judgmental world of haters.
But God loves all people for who they are.
God loves you for who you are.
My advice for the children on this app is if you are a straight boy or a straight girl, and you do not understand the people that are close to you regarding their sexuality.
Think of it like this, put yourself in your gay friend's shoes or your bisexual friend or even your sister or brother's shoes that are struggling to become who they are, and they can not express it to their parents how they feel because their parents rejects their choices.
It is your choice to decide who
You want to be with.
My story of being a bisexual woman is that I had a choice to decide rather who I always wanted to be with. I feel comfortable around a woman and a man, but the difference is that I prefer being in a relationship with a man than a woman because all I see towards women is just one thing,
which is lust.
When I see a man,
I see a future having children, and getting married, but I do not see the same thing when I look at a woman. It is more sexual based with a woman. It is still sexual based with a man, but more things I long for within a man.
The concept of bisexuality is the liking of both sexes, but you have a choice with one or the other. You could even be with both sexes if you want to.
I just chose to be with one, which is a man.
Being gay is only desiring that one particular sex.
If you are a gay boy or a gay girl who is just into one same sex, but you are being with the opposite sex in which you are not attracted too, than you are not being yourself.
If you are not attracted to both sexes and being with the one you do not care about, than you are not being true to yourself.
If you are with someone that you do not have any connections with, and is not attracted to that person. That relationship will not workout for you, you have to be attracted to that person in order to build a future with them.
The world would be so much better if everyone would hear each and everyone's stories out, no matter what the story of struggles they are going through.
I have a beautiful soul
praying everyday, studying God's words, doing meditations,
I have a beautiful heart of
Treating people with kindness,
Happiness, outspoken and all about keeping the peace.
Always accept and support the LGBT communities.
© All Rights Reserved©ciara1
One World Religion
What is going on in the world today,What is everyone thinking?Everyone is getting confused onwhat Gods they want to follow,The one world religion
Many dare not to oppose
Influencing the life with precision,What is going on in this world,There are so many religions To explore and convert to,Christianity is not alwaysguaranteed,Knowledge is powerKnow or you will perish regardlessBe self-conscience on which side you're onBabylon, I'm kidding, there is no sides on this fence we're on second coming is inevitable no matter whose fence you climb or whose wave you surfing; you can not hide behindBelieve in a higher power; mankind have not been given of knowledge except a little,Open your third eyeEnvision the days go by and listen to the groans and cries; who is going to release themOnly if you keep an open mindYou will experience the true depth of your own soulIf you don't own itDue to the sacrifices you made to be rich in flesh?The Almighty will condone itTo be rich does not mean wealthTo be enriched mind, soul, spirit and bodyImmense flow of chakra allows you to see beyond your selfTrue definition of health A gift from beyond it helpsWhere there is no vision the people perishAnd do not pursue that of which you have no knowledgeForge a living out of sacrifices Stay righteous that is what might is,Many people don't do simply as they are told,
A sacrifice is constantly required,But that is our choice of sacrifice,We have the right to any religion of our choice,
And the ritual must be achieved
It will promise you a Empire
If all you do is believeCiara Webb & Gulian@Gulian385 & @IceCo5842© All Rights Reserved©ciara1
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To all opportunists out there, please Stop or just LEAVE!!!
#acceptance #tolerance #love #support #unity #forchar #loveforall #peaceforall #oneworldonepeople
ACCEPTANCE by Carolyn Glackin We need to make it ACCEPTABLE for people with depression to feel valid and worthy, and to know that we take them seriously.We need to make it ACCEPTABLE for those with a mental illness to be active, cherished, and respected members of society. We need to make it ACCEPTABLE for all survivors of rape (both male and female), to feel safe and supported in their communities so that they can reach out and get the help and healing they desperately need instead of feeling scared, powerless, ashamed, and alone. And we need to start doing all of the above NOW because people are taking their own lives due to these issues, and that is NOT ACCEPTABLE! Copyright Carolyn Glackin 5/20/2020
I took time writing this.. Hoping its useful to insecure people out there..
Her Silhouette Stands Silent
Look at her, but not at how she crumbles in the mirror every morning from deep self insecurity.But...She excels at soccer ball,And always stops by study hall,Loves the weather in the fall,And about giving up; Not at all.But...In her eyes, she's just a rat,Or something like a large gnat,even thinks she's overly fat.When in truth, she is none of that.Shes a beauty on the board game of life,A poet of noises sprung by a fife,A hole in one in the fields golf lights,A human with passionate might.Love her. Don't leave her.©mattybobatty