Affirmation: Every step I take, no matter how small, is a step toward understanding my purpose.
Dear Diary,
What’s the highest elevation of the self?
Is it wealth or glory?
Is the highest elevation of the self even a true story?
Like, is it possible?
Sometimes I wonder if I’m a philosopher, searching for the truth. Religion says searching is a form of Lucifer, but I’m just a questioner—a quester.
I don’t know.
I want my tomorrow to be better than my today.
Sometimes I fall.
Sometimes I stay in place.
Sometimes I elevate.
At the end of the day, I wonder: what progress was made? What even determines progress?
Is it the accumulation of wealth?
The preservation of health?
Or the pursuit of the highest elevation of the self?
Dear Diary,
I get confused by the rules of life.
To change the world is to change my sight.
Am I right, or am I wrong?
Left, or right?
I followed the path—and I was wrong.
I abandoned the ship; swimming took courage and strength.
But I’m strong.
Dear Diary,
Allow my legacy to reach the stars and beyond eternity. Allow the universe to embrace me.
What defines the highest elevation of the self—success in the world, or peace within it?
Tag: healing
Dear Diary 6
Affirmation:
I choose kindness, positivity, and self-awareness to guide my words and actions today.
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Dear Diary,
Today I began a challenging, thought-provoking journey: seven days of saying nothing negative. At first glance, it seems simple. But is it really? Let me share the steps guiding my quest:
1. Set Clear Intentions
Start each day with a goal. Write down a positive affirmation like, “I choose kindness and positivity today.”
2. Increase Awareness
Think before speaking. Ask yourself, “Is this necessary? Is it kind? Is it constructive?”
3. Reframe Negative Thoughts
Instead of complaining, focus on solutions. For example, rather than saying, “It’s so cold outside,” try, “This weather makes me appreciate being cozy indoors.”
4. Practice Gratitude
Reflect on what’s good. Today, I’m grateful for:
1. My Lord.
2. My sanity.
3. My health.
5. Surround Yourself with Positivity
Seek uplifting books, music, or people, and avoid drama or excessive negativity.
6. Use Substitutions
Replace negative phrases with neutral or positive ones. For instance, instead of saying, “I hate Mondays,” I’ll say, “Monday is a fresh start.”
7. Forgive Yourself for Slip-Ups
Mistakes happen. Acknowledge them, apologize if needed, and move forward.
8. Reflect Daily
Journal about the experience, noting successes and how reframing negativity impacts your mood.
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Dear Diary,
Here’s how today went:
I started hopeful and optimistic, ready to embrace this challenge. But almost immediately, I slipped. Someone told me yard was canceled due to snow, and I blurted, “Damn, this is some bullshit!” Mistake number one. I reminded myself to stay aware.
As the day unfolded, I noticed how deeply ingrained negativity is—in my thoughts, my surroundings, even in the words of those I consider positive. It made me question: What defines negativity? Is it shaped by religion, culture, community, environment, or the individual?
I’m in one of the most negative places in New Jersey, yet even here, positivity exists. Still, the contrast is stark. I work in the cookhouse, and I’ve observed that some of the free staff are more negative than the incarcerated men. It’s ironic—and humbling.
I find substituting negative phrases with positive ones to be a challenge. For now, I remain silent when I can’t find the words. But I’ll try harder. For example, instead of saying, “I hate my job in the cookhouse,” I’ll say, “I’m grateful for meaningful work.”
Forgiving myself for slip-ups feels crucial. If I don’t forgive myself, who will?
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Dear Diary,
What is negativity? What is positivity? Who decides what’s kind or constructive? Can positivity even exist without negativity to contrast it? And, Dear Diary, who are we to strive to be godly in a world that thrives on duality?
Dear Diary 3
Daily Affirmation: “I will surround myself with actions that match words, and I will give the love and loyalty I hope to receive.”
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Dear Diary,
Loyalty is an action. Love is an action. Yet, so many people throw these words around recklessly, spewing them from their mouths without any intention of standing by them.
If you love me, show me. If you’re loyal, how and to what extent?
The words loyalty and love carry weight; they leave marks on the heart. They’re impactful, shaping who we are and how we view the world. So why do people say these words without meaning them?
I’ve been told so many times, “I love you… I got you, bro… I’m going to hold you down.” And yet, not one person has lived up to their testament. Their dishonesty—or reckless use of these powerful words—left me hurt.
Over time, I’ve grown used to hearing empty promises. A callous has built around my heart, and all talk has become cheap. Don’t tell me; show me.
I strive to be a man of my word. If I say I love you, I’ll show you through my actions. That’s what real love and loyalty mean to me. But when others had the opportunity to show me love, they failed miserably.
I’m not crying about it, nor am I bitter. I’m simply aware now. I understand that love and loyalty are rare. And when I find them, I’ll hold on tight and place them in my heart forever.
Dear Diary,
If I died today in this lowly state, who would care? Who would pick up the work I’ve started and carry it forward?
I’m trying to build an empire. But how can I do it from here—with no love, no loyalty?
Sincerely,
Kory
Dear Diary, can love and loyalty truly exist in a world where actions often fall short of words?
Sunset Serenade
To be or not to be in love with your smile,
I’m digging your freedom, together we’re wild.
Singularly stunning, yet as one, we’re a style,
Our passions erupt, melting boundaries mile after mile.Who am I without you?
Untrue to my soul.
Your divine eyes, colored like sunshine,
Drive me to lose control.I exalt you, my queen, you reign over me.
I’m your king when I’m on top, setting us free.
Our heights together make sentences blur,
But say my name, if your love is sure.To free a dove is endless love,
Turning a thug to a man—a vow above.
I’ll sing my love for you in a tune so deep,
Strumming the chords of your soul’s heartbeat.I’ll drum your rhythm with steady hands,
Whisper your melody in a way that demands:
Sing my name, express your care,
Tell me you can’t breathe without my air.Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me,
Sometimes I go hard, other times easy.
Rough yet gentle, beyond the physical—it’s mental.Your words, melodic, unlock confessions,
Bringing to life these deep obsessions.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Sea breeze
As Gentle as a Sea Breeze
As gentle as a sea breeze’s tender kiss,
In fluid motions, your grace and bliss.
You’re one with the ocean’s ebb and flow,
A sunset’s beauty in a silent, radiant glow.
Inconspicuous moves, you rise and fall,
In harmony with the moon’s celestial call.
Your eyes conceal what your heart holds dear,
But your touch whispers secrets I long to hear.
As Sweet as a Blooming Rose
Like a rose in bloom, you exquisitely unfurl,
Flourishing flavors, your essence a world.
Ultrasonic sounds, like a summer’s chime,
I savor your presence, a captivating rhyme.
As True as the Night Star
A true night star, in the vast expanse you shine,
Melodic light, a celestial design.
Your mission, synchronized with Earth’s grand scheme,
You flaunt your worth, like a vivid dream.
The Deepest of Your Heart
I see your heart in each tender caress,
My nerves resonate with your secrets, I confess.
Ultrasonic signals to my ears you send,
Revealing thoughts, fears, a connection without end.
In Your Philosophy, I Find Meaning
No denial, our existence deserves commitment’s embrace,
I feel the depth of your thoughts and grace.
Your philosophy, the foundation of your soul,
I desire your wisdom, the deeper you unroll.
The cloak over your eyes, a mere fraction it conceals,
Your touch speaks love, in ways no word reveals.
So, tell me you love me, in this silent, sacred art,
As you touch my soul, and we share a beating heart.

Smoking All Night Long
Under the moon’s embrace, we linger in smoke’s embrace,
To kiss or not, a choice we face, a dance of desire’s grace.
Weather’s whispers in the night, secrets hidden in the mist,
Your eyes, an invitation, a world of mystery they enlist.
As smoke curls in the air, rising like a silent plea,
My fevered senses heighten, an intoxicating spree.
A climate of yearning engulfs my every thought,
In this haze of longing, all reason is forgot.
Through your eyes, I glimpse horizons, uncharted and unknown,
Elevated in your presence, on a realm we both have flown.
Let me trace your rhythm, let my fingers find the chords,
In the symphony of passion, where our spirits are the lords.
A melody of poetry, entwined with Ganja’s sweet refrain,
An R&B of sensations, transcending the mundane.
Your smoke resonates, a melody so loud,
My smoke, a wistful cloud, weaving dreams like a shroud.
An aura of resilience, a G’s strength runs through my core,
In your presence, I find power, wanting nothing more.
In codes unspoken, our connection finds its root,
Wisdom may fade, but this fire we will not dispute.
For one night, let’s be free, surrendering to this decree,
Inhaling life’s pleasures, as our spirits break free.
We’ll share breath, ignite souls, let our essences ignite,
Bask in each other’s warmth, like stars in the night.
With the rising sun, our symphony shall cease,
Yet the echo of our encounter will find lasting peace.
In this cloud of passion, we’ll etch memories strong,
For in this fleeting moment, our harmonies belong.
Still Blowing
We exhale
Inhale
Our desires prevail
We brought it down
Brought it down, surrendering to the haze
Lost in the rhythm, in a passionate daze
Our intentions clear, in each lingering touch
Written on our bodies, a desire that’s too much
As the air clears from the smoke-filled room
We still move, bodies in the perfect tune
Intentions translated into actions full of bliss
We sway and dance, caught in this passionate abyss
We create a symphony of love and heat
Embraced within the sheets, our souls complete
We exhale, release, and let the passion begin
Indulging once more, in this forbidden sin
Well into the depths of the night
Our love burns bright, ignite, alight.

Asymmetrical
I ain’t no freak.
I’m a sexual intellectual
My Gangsta’s reverential
Can you feel my potential
Do I tickle your spine
I’ll touch your mind
Then make you mine
I have the potential to get inside of your mental
I see your physical
However, what’s your point of view
And what’s your potential
Because I’m digging you

Love Vision
Let’s make love floating on the ocean over coral reefs and pearls
Let’s populate the planet
Let’s rule the world
Can you comprehend my vision
Can you see as far as my eyes can see
Let’s make love atop a mountain
The ultimate summit
You halo my glow and we shine our light over the world
Look into my eyes
Let’s communicate with our souls
Tell me how you feel me
I write the script and you play the role
Let’s make love atween the sun and the moon
Fire and passion
A love everlasting
Let’s burn an imprint of us making love into a pyramid
We’ll be one with the ultimate wonder of the world
We’ll be here forever and ever
Can you comprehend my forever
It’s a journey
Let’s walk it or fly it
Can you see it
Open your eyes and take in the scenery
Your comprehension is exponential to our revolution over the world
Come with me and be my forever girl

Easy On Me
Take it easy on me
Your words could be so heavy on me
Such a price to pay for you to answer for me
Old me becomes new shit
Why you can’t see the difference of me
New picture of you old pictures of me
I’m lost in a swirl
Once upon a time you were my girl
A nigga got snatched and you became one with the world
So different of you
No loyalty in you
What’s the use of you
Do I love you?
I can’t even fuck with you
I’m so easy off you
What’s the purpose of me
To remain focused on me
There can never be a we
Or an us
In you I have no trust
I believe in me
So fuck you








