Pessimism

I really have little to express myself with. The fact is I've been depressed.
I guess it has to do with disbelief. My lack of interest in things.

I did a commercial recently and have another audition next week.

My parents have been urging me to move on with my life. I don't know what to do?

Everything seems brutal.

Varieties of common sense

You think you have everybody fooled.
Blind, never out of danger.
These tears shed of a vanity;
gone between the senses.
The white flag lowered:
I salute an ear full
of.
When balloons travel afar,
high above,
and flying pineapples have wings
that carry on.
The greater challenges of a world
that will not pass me.
As for intelligence can factor
through observation,
whether or not the truth,
truth or not.
The - the reveal.

Wind of Fortune

Water towering over
smoke-screens.
Retrieval of convention, rectified.
The rendition of a relic.
A 30 year old perdition.
This talented and brave theory.
This a matter is conviction,
emotion,
can do no wrong.
There are 2 sides to every reason;
and both sides contribute to my privacy.
No guests:
"uninvited"?
Of whom I'm not,
I've forgotten!
Essentially, out of the darkness
and into the sun,
the vanity in me.
How one can achieve satisfaction,
moral high ground,
to lay a whisper.
A practicing bodyguard.
The license against your own worst enemy.
Reserved for a method,
of natural pragmatic thought.

Breath and rescue

Contrary to popular opinion which I recognized, -
there is no 'I' in team.
The fear of a patronized doubt.
The future of weight, in time,
light in gravity.
The gravity that speaks of ecstatic, elated,
- fantastic contingency.
Walks the distance.
I walked the distance of such
sensations as I watched in rhythm
and sang.
An increased objectivity,
only aware of responsibility (encourage:
free thinking)
Danger - hierarchy.
Secret privilege that makes me feel safe.
A lucky trophy case where all my eyes can see.
Danger in hierarchy where all my eyes can see me;
multiple eyes.
Asking for no sense of discouragement.
The issue arises,
has been its reach.
Forced to start whistling.
The contended thoughts from having pretended.

Parade of tears

In this parade of dreams?
I've set my pieces;
laid to sleep for rest
expressed in kindness!
This open door, the key to
confidence and every consequence.
A condition embarked on:
excellency, not complacency.
Dignity to action created
upon a mystery to honor.
This growth of skin.
I laugh.
The character of an inhibition,
almost invisible
and twice the distance of ones freedom.
Indestructible.
A permanent intuition.
I've stuck onto the direction,
of an urgency.
A plagarized obligation,
of an objective metabolism.
To lose weight in gravity,
without gaining it back again.
Of an immediate intermediate level
for persuasion.
No impartial or indifference instantiated.

Watermelon Heads

Absorbed in gods will with the rules of responsibility;
acting as you shoot for the stars.
This epic thought;
cracking on attributes of skill?
Acting gods will!
The rules -
the rules
- of maturity.
A mental:
cognitive preperation.
To my satisfaction the shoes fit.
I've already ironed out my hardened ability,
through given respect.

Spoiled Milk

How predicatble; is it
to care?
You've set everything:
apart!
A sign of the future
and something else
borrowed. Only in
time remains, impossible.
This karma
smiling above.

The Greatest Spirit (upon a 'whale')

The great whale's spirit;
is of such radical persuasion?
Imagine yourself in a timed atmosphere:
surrounded with water and the ocean
level-floor echoing beneath!
That is passion within me.
The calling of a spirit with enormous density,
a realization of my will and one's authority.
To hear the sound of maximized full potential. . .
a spirit strong enough to reach upward
toward the sky and above the ocean's surface.
Like the whale flips to turn itself over on its
back as its leaped through the air.
And once it touches,
the whale mists the ocean breeze
from its spout.
I've contained myself no longer.
For the whale's spirit is my only equal.
I have set free the mammal,
the greatest beast on planet
mother earth.
This joy I sing,
praise and erected. . .
as happy as a whale.
Is man can it be.
I have said,
enough has been said.
I have said enough.
Enough of it.
It is my personal belief
that inspires me.
Inspired nature that directs
me where I'm going.
To lead I moved ahead
into the lonely abyss
of knowledge (and. . . sadness).
A mirage.
A model of desire.
A method of consequence.
An urge (to fulfill).
A discipline that travels
through dreams.
Nor am I a victim
to such things of parody.
But when you have no fear
of desire,
it is ambition I choose
I chose the cause,
a source of ignition.
That saved me next to
my neck.
So normal as it is discreet,
I will not forget or dare
to neglect the thought.
The amount of messages I received
came in the form of bank
notes.
$ $ $ burned.
Forever.
That money so well deserved as an added
illusion.
A bonus cheque.
I have no motive for lack of suspicion,
ambiguous -
a story of ethical refusal
- and directing shock waves
through replacing my nervous system,
an evident body without it harmed.
A spontaneous eagered response.
Overwhelmed, the natural instinct is to become
not only what you wish for.
A sprouted virtue
contingency x confidence
plan x consequence
analysis x conscious.
The matter is incentive,
to imitate
to initiate
to be aware.
Remembering a time when I felt needed
synonymous with lifestyle.
My presence.
Anonymous yet narrated.
A place and setting.
A pragmatic manner of charisma.
Ritual in divine intervention,
the intention of a spirited nature
and my youthful wisdom.
Only happy like a whale.
A recollection of defining cynicism.
A question of chilling reminders.
Happy flapping baby whale.
I protect - I project
the inhibition of character
assembled in fuel. (Whale blubber.)
Compete.
'Blub - blub - blub'.
A sense of glowing in the humor
of warm September.

(no cliche) Marco; in a faith restored

Everything depends on the conducive timing of events?
A unit of investigation:
there is a bigger picture thinking outside of the box!
It tastes of revelation; -
and tolerance.
The forces that they exist between,
collide hand in hand,
are arm in arm.
An evasive smile
- you can't avoid learning.
Ingredients of an addicted imitation,
my character is revealed into common sense perception.
Fishing for compliments.
My love carried out in this I'm aware of.
Let me be the one followed.
To hide behind my insecurity, inadequacies,
insufficient imperfections.
I love the feeling I get from walking on wood of
a mini golf course.
Limited of the.

Reputation of anomalies

In this sea of self-doubt;
I sense new founded respect?
Probably,
only because of "the place"
that makes it embarrassing to watch!
Like swimming lessons I was taught,
through my own determination and perseverance.
Of a dispatched ambition, behaves.
From altered mind, heart
of body, birth of soul.
Afraid not to look back, -
my spirit in saving face
a hopelessed romantic solution.
- The sublime color of octopus,
busied in emotion, hurried in time.

Falling in love

I feel in love with an accordion.
Each stretch of the instrument;
it inhales?
As you pull-and squeeze
it exhales!
Those sounds are like a tale
of myself.
Of a love gone with personal thoughts.
Of a love with humanity.
Of a love with such dreaming in color.
Of a love with heavy to the ear.

Learned assets of a mysterious paralysis

Prepared conversation in speech;
my thoughts are actions?
Perhaps it is true happiness
as my only guide!
For survived an instinct.
Only a lunatic baptized with
watermelon juice.
Increased my full potential.
Less than irrational emotion in thought.
More than double crossing,
the beauty within me.

Why happiness is the choice

The demons;
that try to inhibit you? -
They are not as aware:
- as you deserve!
A decorative element of time,
assembled into a clock.
Defenseless as a victim.

Everybodies weight in attitude

My memory is one of
karma and remains inert.
Producing many-many miles.
All honesty in my fears are released.
Feel relieved, history?
I vow not to repeat;
no conspiracy of mistakes!
Judging from my behavior:
what to deduce. . .
if done what I'm
thinking.
Its vulnerability in the
process of refining ability.
Its meaning I pursue with
excellence.
I preserve my own dignity -
I've reserved
- not to be avoided.
But the isolation I rejected
from everyone outright.
The thought of such
karma will not knock down
in defeat.
If not compulsory a lie
than a forbidden kind.
As I only have,
returned to the scene
from danger.
Freed and transformed.
For those that rules
do not accept in all its applications.
The matter of boundaries.

Fatal Flaw

The depressed.
I like wearing my sunglasses;
on my head.
To dance and rejoice it.
A self contained hierarchy?
One that limits anything handed to fate!
The:
look into a contrived image of thought.
Saved humanity.
A fire set in dirt.
Censored, the moment of truth.
A purpose of practical proof amidst certainty.

Belt of Ideals

A truth mongering suspect;
taking extra precautioned alarm?
A desperate care of the subjected element:
for surprise - surprise - surprised!
I've given credit but,
never offended.
To separate a sense of humor from appreciation.
A break in a story like me.
Nor chief mentality.
Nor unpleasant.
Slaved.
The flaws of garbage in law.
I didn't think it was very funny,
and I don't believe it was me. . .
trying to amuse.
Such is animation there is no doubt,
I resigned entertained with myself.

Ghosts from Brazil

I don't try.
I sell myself nothing short on instinct:
I now break away!
Taked one step further;
from my favorite number?
How many guessed it.
Right or wrong of me.
Everything, not in everybody,
depends on my miserable interest.
The tinman's loss of a heart-beat,
and the abortion of playing with fire.
Where the fight floats on air,
in flight.
I am up to conscious.
The cell is a prison.
Its paradise lost unto death, behind
bars, and alive as myself.
As am I. . .
I am over the sunshined past - present -
future,
its ended.
The long eyelashes (mine) blinked.
My obsession without having jumped it.
Imagine like frogs - frogs,
teaching you the correct form
or method
for doing a push-up or cartwheel.
I've unwounded me from it,
intellectual curiosity aroused
not from robotic mechanical
movements
but enigmatic spiritualled entropy.
Ethnic, eccentric and
enigmatic of me.
No voids of emptied spaces
I have learned to treat
all diseases.

A deepened breath (in the expansion. . . of my vocabulary)

I've breathed;
and then trained as
I have -
. . .both the requisite
for knowledge becoming
wisdom.
A chime that sounds,
in seeing far few distant
things.
A charm that settled
the threshold for failured/
attempted.
An invisible pain or an invincible suffering.
My "team" concept of winning built
on character, not weakness, but strength.
The unity of spirit revealed (my own)
character.
Myself in the eenvironment in your -
future surrounded.
- Empathy in yourself.
A safer distance next to repitition
I'm not holding my breath in.
I take defined;
the breath I conceal within me!
That in confidence:
I gain (again) will weigh in how
emotions that the soul take part in me?
Its body that reveals charcter, is
my nature,
the force in me.
This, my job.
Be. . . judged.

Fragiled Fruit (firey taste)

The popularity of lemons;
how lovely are they?
The shadows of - of mushrooms!
A shortage:
not from color blinded curiosity.
Pears are ripe as my own -
a hero,
- lucks in its tolerance.
A threshold in experience.
Tired of me.
Too many cooks in the kitchen,
and not enough persistence.
This the size of my vulnerability.
The purpose is to propose,
why the world revolves around the sun. . .
resolved.
A safer distance next to repetition.
Threshold for failured/attempted without fate.

Hercules the luxury (beneath has surface)

Upstaged depression home;
what women want is candid kindness?
A look toward the planted eye:
coming up from the ground like a
ruby!
A crystallized form of electricity.
A personal cohort.
Halucogenic is my skin and flesh,
a conscious kind of awareness.
A type of time between heroes luck myself.

Expressed confessions in the history of man

Delicious
frosted fruit
as only
nature
intended?
I contest is ritualled. -
The imagination whispered
- no pain!
An indispensable sense of urgency;
I've developed.
No risk:
of inferior disposal.
Yes, and a lack of undisputed fear.
All I needed to hear of it.
For in kind, from that I listened. . .
in stolen thought.
That I wanted to toss my hat
into the air, and as it
came through its force of gravity
the world would flip over in
all its beauty.
Counter intuitive are
when skeptics become doubters in
themselves.
Contradictory are messages
not to follow them.