Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain

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I don’t think twice

Lemon slice on ice is one of the things that I like

I post what I like!

My blog ain’t defined by all the things in my life.

I write how I write.

If you don’t like, click unfollow and no goodbye

I ain’t got the time

Don’t sleep with a watch on, so these moments fly by.

I create all the time

Walk with a notepad, to record parts of life.

I’m so divine.

My name is Unique and I heard this online.

You need me in your life.

I’m evaluating options and need to issue a few fines.

I don’t pray at any time.

God never answers his prayers soak in some brine.

I know how to mime.

Like Charlie Chaplin imma mime through time.

S/O to Creative Writers! ☺️

My Writings Pretty Shit

My writings pretty shit.

But my creativity is legit.

You can’t get a hit.

So you might as well sit!

Wrap a band around your arm and inject a little bit.

I’m not talkin’ drugs. I’m promoting my spit.

Thighs too hot, don’t forget your mitts.

I cry sometimes, but I’ll never quit.

Pussy sweet like honey, but you’ll never get a lick.

Your dreams so vivid, like PornHub you click.

Kiss you so good, with my sexy red lips.

Bought you up to my attention, with my fingertips.

Vegan burgers on my grill, we got an avocado dip.

Saved only memories, but I’m still booking a Lil trip.

Watch what you say, you don’t want Crow to flip.

Running through my city, down the middle of the strip.

Eyes so brown, look deep and you may slip.

Slip into love and feel pain from my clip.

I’m not talking about guns, I’m giving you a tip.

Baby, please don’t cry, cut us out with a snip.

Like I stated earlier, my writings pretty shit.

PS: Did I forget to mention, this whole piece was a blip.

A Drink & a Tale

Unique unique unique ME

I’ve almost finished this bottle of wine.

It’s almost late and somewhat bedtime.

I think and you know what? I’m here and there! I’m drinking through the bottle and I don’t really care.

I give so

Much

I give bits of little

They push me down into darkness and I never spill a drop. I never drop.

I have no slippers on, no heels just my skin.

I’m here today and my thoughts kinda spin.

We win on a Saturday and I never pray anymore.

I’m almost drunk on a bunch of grapes but I know how to explore

June 26th 2020: An Arbitrary Thought

📸Unique

I found joy today, in the form of a bag of lettuce.

It was pre-washed and still crunchy, despite the hints of light brown around some of the edges.

I gave it companionship by placing slices of cucumber beside it and I showered it with sesame seeds after this picture was taken.

The heat embraced my body with its hotness, but a cool breeze broke through and glided around me.

Right now, I’m thankful for my readers – without you, only my mind would enjoy these words.