Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain

She Said

From the mind of her

She Said

He whimpered and left like the weak man he’s always been.

He avoided and lied about where he’s been.

He restricted and denied his desires deep within.

He built and constructed another life. Because that’s what he felt was right.

She saw her.

She saw her predecessor.

She saw his thoughts drift away each night.

She saw his mind wander back out of sight.

He would stare over there.

He would shield his desire as care.

He would remember life as a pair.

She said, ‘You better call Unique with the blue hair.’

Obedient

A statement from long ago

Obedient

I told you before, I’ve told you today that the submissive one always has her way.

I’m infrequently reluctant, and I like to snooze.

But my dear sweetie, you’ll always lose.

With other women you choose…

On the floor we roll, up close and out of place.

On the sofa, I bow down to you and drown within your grace.

In your mind, our moments are engrained, forever, you’ll see my face.

Throughout your day you think of us and wonder if what you decided will be true.

At night I keep your heart beating, hard as if it were new.

I can, I will, I have, and I do.

Always have space in my heart to hold you and only you.

A Private Thought – by B.

📸: From the files of B

A Private Thought

Sent: ‘I’m happy for you. Unique, I really am.’

Received: ‘Thank you.’

Sent: ‘You deserve everything you need from the universe!’

*I really miss you.

I need you in my life.

I’m kinda happy for you? Well, I don’t want you to be too happy. Because I want you to turn to me when you’re sad, ask me if you can rant.

I want you to need me forever.

I want you to share everything with me.

I know this is terrible when I know you’ve moved on. But I want you Unique, I’m going to remain in your life.

Even when you push me away, I’ll be right here. I’m not going anywhere, you’re too important for me to lose.

I just felt we were?

I miss you.

Tell me anything you like. I wanna know.

Received: ‘I wholeheartedly trust our universe.’

Sent: ‘You deserve everything in life.’

Received: ‘Thank you.’

**You used to tell me everything. You used to say more!

I want you to tell me everything.

I want you to say more.

I can’t accept the ambiguity!

Sent: ‘You know I’ll always be here for you, whenever you need me.’

Received: ‘I’m happy. Thank you.’

**You’ll never know how much I miss you.

B.

Zone

Dedicated to You

Zone

Remember that area that you were not permitted to use.

But you trespassed anyway.

What are the rules to the unruly?

Words spoken, understood, never followed.

Remember that area you were not permitted to use.

But you asked too many questions.

What are words on paper categorised as law?

You heard everything and obeyed nothing.

Look at yourself.

Welcome, Unique!

Open Me

📸: Unique’s email notifications

Open Me

16.01.2020

Hey Unique,

I’m sending this email as I’ve noticed that you haven’t replied to any of my messages.

Why haven’t you responded?

Are you upset with me?

Have I done something to upset you?

I really hope you do reply! I’ve been wondering if you would like to meet up for lunch? Or maybe we could go for cocktails this weekend. But if you prefer lunch, then I do too.

Can’t wait to hear back from you.

Xo

**Meanwhile

Unique sits on a train heading up north to Edinburgh. She is sipping on Innocent orange juice while reading My Sister the Serial Killer.

Her phone is on flight mode.

Unique is listening to Beethoven, unbothered by life outside her mind.

Trees

📸: Pixabay

Trees

The carving was done by an amateur, but his eyes saw none.

He whined and held onto control, but his heart was done.

He spiked, he rooted he soiled within the soil.

He claimed pressure on priorities, they noted the TOIL.

His sides contained small pockets of rot.

Roots peeping near forget-me-nots.

The ants crawled up the squirrels scurried down.

A century of life forgotten as they chop off from the crown.

Through the skies, he falls, in silence from here.

The vibrations felt hard by the heartbeats quite near.

But Mr Jones needs a new couch.

A hundred years mean nothing when we want for ourselves.

Written by Unique Inspired by The Huntsman

Scapegoat

📸: Pixabay

Scapegoat

Man: ‘She grassed me up, she told the world!’

Woman: ‘What, she really spoke?’

Man: ‘She more than spoke, she told the others.’

Woman: ‘Don’t worry about it, we’ll cut her throat!’

Man: ‘She’s exaggerating about the facts. I mean, yes I did a little bit of this and a smidgen of that.’

Woman: ‘But it was just a joke?’

Man: ‘Yes. I did do all that she said. But fuck that dramatic bitch! She’s pushed me right over the edge.’

Woman: ‘Don’t worry about it, we’ll cut her throat.’

Man: ‘I want to choke the fucking grass and smash her head into her desk.’

Woman: ‘I’ll support you, either way, do what you feel is best.’

Man: ‘When she returns to work, I’ll break her down. I’ll overwhelm her with tasks, I’ll smash her crown. That pretentious witch believes she knows best. Well, I’ll give her what for, I’ll increase her stress.

Little Ms KnowItAll, informing the powers that be, that I mistreated her!

I!

ME!’

Woman: ‘On that final note, don’t worry about it. We’ll cut her throat.’

#Scapegoat

Forget Me…Not

📸: Galaxies

Forget my sapphire-blue hair, ruby-red lips and 34DDs.

Forget the calypso of Shea-butter oil, that exudes a sweet aroma from my hair.

Forget how I made you tingle all over, by delivering my honey kisses. When you longed for them, and when you dreamt about them. I always delivered.

Forget the moments of calm I instilled within a whisper.

Me talking you through the ways in which you will get through.

Me holding you tight and keeping you safe.

Me touching your mind in ways you never knew existed.

Me stroking you for hours and hours.

Not the aspects that you conveniently forgot about.

Not the conversations that floated off our tongues and into the universe.

Not the connection that was felt from our first exchange.

Not the star we built, shared and lost.

Forget me…not

I Never Existed

📸: Pixabay

You imagined a saviour.

You found me and I saved you.

You needed comforting.

You called me and I held you.

You desired to be loved.

You kissed me and I loved you. In a way that was real enough.

You needed your heart repairing.

You held me and I stitched the fragments back together.

You wanted peace and quiet

You expressed your wishes and I let you fall asleep on my thighs.

You had headaches and they stunned you each time.

You spoke of head massages and I massaged your mind.

You attempted to drown yourself.

I raced over and pulled you out of death. I performed first-aid and you choked, between your tears. We sat in silence, until your mind was here and not down there.

You abandoned me…like I never existed.

I Died First

📸: Pixabay

‪I died 1st‬

‪I woke, I worried, I wondered, I fed.‬
‪I worried more.‬
‪I pondered.‬
‪I identified. I stressed.‬

‪I tapped, I thought.‬

‪I cried. I cried. I imploded, I scowled. ‬
‪I was vex.‬
‪It was a mess.‬

‪You had lied.‬

‪I dispatched our connect.‬

‪She died 1st.‬

‪#Poetry #CreativeWriting‬

You Can’t See Me

📸: Unsplash

We are two people.‬

‪Separate.‬

When together we form one. (Ish)

Hugs everlasting and memorable.

Warm.

Secure.

Until I got scared and lied to you.

I lied profusely.

I invented stories.

I acted, by reacting to things what I said happened.

I made sure you saw everything.

All I wanted was more of this.

Instead it dwindled.

I transformed into a honey badger and clawed away at your ankles until they snapped and you fell.

I ran away.

I shrunk myself down and grew long black wings. I felt more balanced and well rounded.

I flew through the forest and found you eating wild mushrooms.

I saw bandages holding your ankles blood supply in tact. I shuddered at what I put you through.

I flew on.

And on.

And on.

Until my heart stopped! I fell from the sky disgracefully. Right into an area of quicksand.

You can’t see me.