Activities of Blessing Kalamatila

How did I get here?
A place that, on one hand, feels like zero gravity,
floating among broken, shallow pieces of me,
yet landing gracefully, with a deep sense of peace.
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When all is said and done,
we take to the grave the truth
and leave behind a lot undone.
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If eyes were compasses guiding us through, And love a map unfolding before our view, What then is love at first sight?
If the heart was made to beat for another at first glance, would I be wrong to call you naive?

If it took the cross to unveil love's depth, Wouldn't it be absurd to die for one you just met?
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They say tough times don't last, Yet tough souls persist. Wrestling with this adage for days on end, As trials claim the brightest parts of our exist.'If the worst can happen to you, ain't it common sense for us to believe the lie we chose to project? I mean we cheer for the cinematic act maybe because the truth is something you wouldn't want to admit. What good is a smile? When memories of your trauma may cause you to weep? Especially when pain runs so deep, we realize tough times don't just pass, they seep.So excuse the tough persona because I see you, What good is pain as a transparent shield when I can see past that too?
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Looking back, a skill honed to perfection,
You, a page adorned in the gallery of my recollections.
Each brushstroke of memory paints the man you were,
A portrait in the museum of time, an enduring blur.
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Annie-Marie, tonight these words have already taken flight to the stars, and I hope for them to collide into a shooting star—a celestial dance, painting our love across the cosmic canvas. I find myself wishing, with each radiant streak, that you were here already, your presence illuminating the sky of my dreams.

In love's cinematic dance, where faith paints unseen strokes, an absent ultrasound sparks endless possibilities. Shouldn't love sway with the heart's dreams?
Let our love craft the intangible into reality, entitled to cast and choreograph the longings of our hearts with imaginative wit, though life may not always yield as scripted.
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How did I get here?
Falling deeper into the abyss of ignorance, All because of shallow thoughts. In the echo of odds, whispers of a gambler's plight.
A dance with fate, blinded by elusive lights. The hope I long for is nowhere in sight.
Last night, lost almost half my savings, Confidence shattered, despite the massive wins the other night.
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Imagine, just a minute or 2 inside a girl's mind, God, the pressure from Mom, a relentless grind. No leisure in sleep, just the demand to be neat, A glimpse into a world where chaos and order meet.

Tangled in a web of supposed perfection, already yearning for a break,
a moment of reflection but you see this mirror reflects more than just a face, It echoes a struggle, what a relentless chase.
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Vama love.

When did the purity of love morph into a curse?
When did affection transmute into agonizing stress?
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[Blessing]:
We could be wrong for inditing this poem,
for reciting our innermost thoughts as we endeavor to find the balance between what society deems right and wrong.
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