'Our Deepest Fear Is Not That We Are Inadequate. Our Deepest Fear Is That We Are Powerful Beyond Measure. It Is Our Light, Not Our Darkness That Most Frightens Us. We Ask Ourselves, Who Am I To Be Brilliant, Gorgeous, Talented, Fabulous? Actually, Who Are You Not To Be? You Are a Child Of God. Your Playing Small Does Not Serve The World. There Is Nothing Enlightened About Shrinking So That Other People Won't Feel Insecure Around You. We Are All Meant To Shine, As children Do. We Were Born To Make Manifest The Glory Of God That Is Within Us. It's Not Just In Some Of Us; It's In Everyone. And As We Let Our Own Light Shine, We Unconsciously Give Other People Permission To Do The Same. As We Are Liberated From Our Own Fear, Our Presence Automatically Liberates Others.'
I like people who are unique, interesting and who have something new to bring to the table, someone that can make me think of things I’ve never thought of before. I’m not on here for any particular reason. I would like to be messaged by anyone. UnLeSs YoU WrItE LiKe ThIs. Messages like 'you cool?' or 'your hot, wanna get to know each other?' they just don't cut it, be creative! I’m pretty easy to get along with unless you chat shit (... in a bad way, not a good way, I like people who chat good shit, I’m sure people that do it will understand), I’ve got a strange sence of humour. So if you think an old lady fallin over her shoppin' bags is funny then message me.
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I see the same boy everyday who wears the same white adidas hoody. It’s always in a different place that I see him. I don't know him. He is just everywhere that I am.
I love it when bus drivers wave at each other. Such a heart warming moment.
I hate people who get mini statements at the cash point. ahhhhhhhhh!
I like to think I have my head screwed on 95% of the time. The other 5% is when I’m having a 'Kayte' moment.
Recently the bus I get in the morning has been diverted because of roadworks. I know this because I get the same bus everyday. Every time we get to the point were it diverts I take out my headphones so I can hear the drama when the other unaware passengers realise the bus has changed direction. Sad but hilarious.
I have to have food set out in a certain way on my plate, in a certain order. If someone cooks for me I like to plate up my own food.
I love walking in the rain if I have no where to go.
* bows * thank you and goodnight you don't like me?.. don't worry.. I like me.
I’d sincerely like to thank u 4 giving me the opportunity to display some of my work on your page. If u like this, you truly haven’t seen nothing yet. Adding the fact that that was me many years ago and my writing has truly advanced.
I’d like to take this opportunity to tell you that I am currently trying to publish my
Book titled ‘Let My Soul Be Heard ’ dedicated to R & B and Hip Hop. So stay tuned
and God bless Beautiful. Mad Luv d_nero xxx
The reason why this second poem means so much
to me is because I read it to a young man a few years ago
and he told me thank you.
I replied “For what” without knowing his past.
He said in return. “ For touching me. Touching my life with
yr words. That was me before and thankfully I too got saved.”
God bless that man.
Life’s darkest hour is my second ever poem published in a book
Called ‘ The Energy Of Life ’edited by Heather Killingray.
Life’s Darkest Hour
As I wake up to another day that goes by
Hair looking foul, face bumpy, bloodshot eyes
Birds are tweeting so I know the sky is bright
Cabinet beside me, half-full tablets from last night
Feeling my heart, realising I’m alive
Knowing facing the darkest hour of my life.
Daydreaming now spreading my wings
I can fly
Going up, seeing a dark tunnel in the sky
Fulfilling all my dreams if I reach the light
Hearing voices, ‘Don’t let him go, he’s a good guy’
Something compressing against my chest
Waking up to a face I don’t recognise
My cheeks are experiencing a warm breath
Above me a person dressed in white
Vision blurry, voice saying, ‘ You’re lucky to be alive ’
Now it is just another day, a dark hour in my life.
Some men try to sell their dicks online.
I’m trying to sell words that will seduce the mind.
‘What is love?’ is my first ever poem published
in the book titled ‘Reflection’s of the Soul’ edited by
Sarah Marshall.
I wrote it many years ago still seeking the answers today.
What is Love?
Is love eye contact without a blink?
When two souls become one and link
Needing her heart to live
Close to you forever hearing two throbbing beats
Joyful breath of life every time your lips meet
I ask a question is this love?
Is love when you exhale from your partner’s touch?
Chills shiver down your spine knowing you are loved
She mentions the words I love you as your insides rise up
Feeling so beautiful I ask is this love?
Is love headache the minute you separate,
Or hearing your companion’s voice
As you curl up with nothing to say?
Words not being able to explain how you feel in many ways
But a smile like sunset that brightens up days
I ask a question is this love?
Sometimes we as men are foolish.
We somehow manage to hurt or disrespect
the one’s we care about.
We try our best to portray who we really are yet at
times we fail our women by being
the thing we hate the most.
We give that bad impression and stain our character.
Some women will give us a second chance to show our
true character but men behaving badly reinforces
a woman’s insecurities.
I have to ask. How many chances do we need fella’s?
I’m a man like any other and I admit to you today that I am
foolish and have been that foolish man. Instead of building with
my fans. I put my foolish male ego first
disrespecting those who have been good to me.
My aim here is to touch lives.
My aim here is to help lives with words that touch the soul.
I cannot afford to lose any potential fan so here is to you fan.
I’m truly sorry for being a man.
I’m truly sorry for the mistakes I do and will inevitably do tomorrow
as a man.
I love all and any potential fan and I am truly sorry.
