003/365

Exploring the very fine line between love and lust... 

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Instincts kick in the instant
I get a whiff of him
We circle each other hungrily
His essence predatorial 
Matching my eagerness for the hunt
Flames burn in the depths of my yearning belly
The warmth melting away an icy shield
His heat sets the bars ablaze around us
Yet his presence keeps the fire at bay
My curiosity gets the best of me
I get up close to marvel at this beast
Aware that he may consume me
On a whim at a moment’s notice
Out of wonder for what I taste like
I’ve never met such a creature before
But I can feel what he is capable of
I do not need to hear him roar
To acknowledge the strength in his diction
He speaks victory into existence with power
Enough power to motivate mountains to move
I’m drawn in by his massive frame
A build that would make any man cower
But I am no mere man and we are no mere mortals
Our spirits collide swiftly igniting sparks on impact
The air comes alive with excitement and desire
Bodies sway to the beat of our passion
Time takes a break to revel in the ritual
For never has it witnessed the thrill of the chase
Such as this

002/365

I was inspired by my desire to watch the fireworks conflicted by my hesitation to watch them anywhere near my neighborhood. Such a tragedy when you do not feel safe where you rest your head every night...
- VQ

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BOOM BOOM BOOM!

The sound resounds deep in our chests

Hundreds of heavy hearts sink in unison

Impending doom rests in the pits of our stomachs

Silent prayers reach the stars instantly; instinctively

Innate hate fuels the soldiers on these streets

Scavenging and savaging to barely survive

Never given a real chance at peace or progress

Every opportunity diminished by the density of poverty

Wandering around worthlessly defeated by default

Anger misdirected at one another’s heads instead

Ruthlessly reducing human beings to beasts

Knowing that behind the fireworks is bloodshed

001/365

I will speak on my lack of motivation for self. My tendency to fixate on others, their problems, and their resolutions while completely ignoring my own. Do you call that denial? Of that I’m not sure. I don’t deny that I have this innate behavior pattern embedded in my DNA, or is it a choice rather? Is the source of my deficiencies even relevant to gaining resolve from them? Is it possible to grow past them or will the weight of this self-inflicted burden simply get heavier over time?

I believe I have a chance because I deserve a chance. That’s as best as I can explain it. The universe will certainly reward me for my attempts, right? The problem is I’m not making any. How the fuck can I receive credit when no work has been done? Sure, I deserve acknowledgement and praise for my gifts but how can I expect to get there when I don’t even do the bare minimum of putting my thoughts on paper. What am I so afraid of?

I’m weary of the backlash. Of the judgment I have always preached so hard not to give a fuck about under extremely false pretenses because I didn’t wholeheartedly feel that way. I care what people think. Especially of my craft for if they are not interested then I won’t be successful. Yet, that’s not even fair to say to me. I wouldn’t say that to someone else if they came to me expressing the same hesitation and self-doubt. I would say that…