Author: Unique

I don't write. I create. #EveryHeartbeatCounts

Haircut

I was young and trusting and I trusted you to do my hair.

To braid it up and make me feel pretty.

But you cut my hair at night-time, you cut my hair as I slept.

Auntie B, you’re a BITCH!

I woke up and wept.

I hate your existence; I despise your blood type.

Don’t speak Unique into your life, when you see my name in print and online.

I’ll write about how disgusting you are and how unfortunate I couldn’t pick my family.

I’ll emphasize your ability to be a whore and work legit at the same time.

Technically you’re listed as an aunt on my tree, but bitch you’re no family of mine!

I’m Here

It wasn’t so long ago

I pinged you

I texted

I called

I hoped

I prayed

Today I heard you ask our universe for me to return, I heard you beg.

Too late, you should’ve replied with accuracy.

Later…

I never spoke of you.

Your name is not worthy of my voice. But I wrote about you because writing is love and not a choice.

Next Door

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Next door, to my left, lives a man that plays music loud in the morning. Every morning I’m mourning for good music that has since passed.

Next door, to my right, lives a couple and the fight most nights. He slams doors and she cries. Every night I’m screaming inside for a moment’s silence to record ASMR right.

Rage

Would you like to see rage?

That’s not me. I’m classy.

I’ll step back in silence, turn and walk away.

I won’t even repeat how you fucked up, I have no words to say…

In Other News: I Miss You

I miss your face

Your voice

Your sex

I miss your number because the law states always delete an ex

I miss you!

In other news, I remember when you stared into my eyes and lied

I remember when you silenced your voice, silent abuse made my love subside

I recall sex was? I don’t remember

Who the fuck were you? Dinner companionship last December? Nah!

You were, are and always will be a bitch!

I forgive you not, because forgiveness makes me slip…into the realm of your nonsense, remember you had no sense. Immune to my plight of neglect, yeah, your emotions were senseless.

In other news: I now know how to read minds.

Saturday 9th of May 2020

I’m lazy on a Saturday because I wake up at 4 am, I ponder around my bedroom and I dream of some intriguing men.

Writers, Creators and even Brownie Bakers.

I see the originality in life as it is.

I dream about many because creative writing is my biz, Ha-ha! See what I did?

Say cheese Unique!

Creative writing is my heartbeat – I love you WordPress!

Noodles

I wanna break you into four pieces and place your body into a pot.

Hot water will bubble and boil out your soul.

I’ll add essence to your existence and flavour you with hope.

I never said no to your hunger, I said no to your shit pot of nothingness.

Unieeeq

Who is Unieeeq? Who is she? What is she? Who she be? Who she be?

I’m the bird of flame.

The tiger in the heart.

I’m a tsunami in the artic.

The blue star amongst the art.

I know not how to speak or to write, I simply think!

I’m not unique, I’m Unique…