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Never to be Read
There have been days where the recognition of my beating heart was most repulsive to me. Where I’ve obsessed over stillness and silence. Instilling in my mind imaginations of how gorgeous rigor mortis is. To be unshakable. Unmoved by words or winds. Or the unforgiving flesh that taunted my eyes even after I had repented of my sins. There were days where I dreamt my sleep would be eternal. In order for the volcanoes under my eyes not to erupt and scorch my face with tears rising from this inferno. Mornings where mirrors were the ugliest things in the house. And my shadow seemed so unnecessary. Moments where I desired to tattoo stanzas of Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allen Poe from the surface of my skin to the marrow of my bones. I hope my mother never reads this poem.That her ignorance might not be shattered and she comes to know that her son is a lost sonnet misplaced in a world that resembles a “shaked” sphere. -Joekenneth Museau (April 14, 2012) *This is not necessarily a new poem. It was written a while back. I found it recently while cleaning up my room. As I re-read the piece, I realized that I was at a very low point in my life when I penned those words. The emotions expressed were a combination of inner struggles and external worries. I no longer dwell on such negative thoughts. Life is too much of a beautiful struggle to surrender. My faith in Jehovah and the strength He provides in times of tribulation will suffice. Therefore, I exhort you, the reader, to continue to STRIVE regardless of what may come.
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Hello world! Thank you for visiting my tumblr. I chose to entitle my blog "The Thoughts Within Us" because I honestly believe that our internal pondering effects our style, passion, art and determination. Further, whether we are conscious of it or not, the thoughts within us are exposed by our actions or inaction which can inspire those around us. Inhale your elements and proceed to give humanity a breath of fresh air.
-Joekenneth
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