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“Stress Comes After Sunday”

The snooze button was sent from the sunrise… The sun understands that the moon doesn’t pressure you to sleep early… And the stars are stuck watching over you on the weekends… Your alarm clock doesn’t care about your sleep duration… And Monday holds no emotions… I don’t blame Friday for being so distant from it. Ricky “Randum” Maeweather

“We Are Not Candles”

The furnace of your future should not be figured out by your friends or family… You striving, is what sparks the fire… The length of the wick is determined by your work ethic… And you never let failure affect your flame… Burn your way through it, and illuminate every room you enter with influence… You will send out the scent…

“A Smoothie Recipe For The Soul”

This isn’t a basic beverage, it should be enriched with your life’s essentials… Start by adding in your personality… Next, include all of your favorite hobbies… From there, sprinkle in something special to you. After that, include a huge amount of achievements, make sure you grab a handful of goals to throw in also… Hater’s lack substance, so just set…

“Wall Of Words”

Someone like you deserves more than the world… A galaxy of stars doesn’t compare to how gorgeous you are… Spending quality time over conversations hotter than comets… And if you find a way through my fortress of feelings, prepare for my poet emotions… Watch as the trust we build up, construct a palace where we will exchange words through our…

“Six Questions”

What’s a core without communication? Which is more valuable honesty, or sensation? Do you focus on the future, or live in the moment? In your life, is time a major component? When the stress becomes real, how do you deal? How do you bring back that first time feel? I’m just wondering… -Ricky “Randum” Maeweather

“Tree”

A simple seed, studying through the soil. Driving through the dirt to designate it’s diploma. Learning to stand tall and strong for it’s own purpose. Embracing it’s barked scars, and broken branches. Loved, by it’s own leaves… Refusing to let concrete covers control it’s career. Experiencing adversity in storming area’s. And yet, still standing through the stress after the disaster.…

“Skittles” (Poem)

I’ve learned that cleaning can be relaxing. Whether it’s from dusting the dining room, or cleaning out that closet constructed from your conscience. Either way the goal seems to be planning for perfection, until pure from what isn’t positive. I’m sure there are people out there who won’t swim in large bodies of water. Afraid of being ate by a…