A collection of creative pieces about transformation and mental growth. With this collection, I share with my readers moments of change that has occurred both within and around my life.
Some pieces derive directly from my heart, whereas other pieces flow out of my mind at a pace I have no control over.
I’m truly thankful for everyone that has assisted with the rise of my inner phoenix. I agree, 2020 has been a challenging year for all the inhabitants of this earth. However, life is about growing, understanding and expressing your soul.
This collection is for all the stars that glow in the night sky.
Your best friend, who lifts you high into blissful moments.
Your lover, your one and only! A cherry kiss from her red lips.
An enigma.
A dream.
A quiet thought with a pinch of care.
One wrong move and Crow will gut you, right after or just before you ask God for forgiveness.
Unique is this thing that flourishes in your life.
Unique is?
Unique is an amazing thought process, wrapped up in pain and anxiety.
Don’t ask her to choose, life is full of commonplace varieties.
NEVER ask the opinion of everyday society!
Don’t stare too long, Crow will tear you from out of that seat at their table of peace. For one cannot dream of what Unique is, without something good to eat?
Unique is a mixture of warmth and ice, like cookie dough and ice-cream with added observations.
No cinnamon sprinkles, it’s fucking disgusting.
Unique is a plethora of stars made into human form.
Unique is living remnants of our universe from way back when.
Keep asking questions.
Keep watching your shadows.
Did you know, Crow prefers homemade banana bread?
Complete with heartache and suffering and that bitches ignorant head!
Unique is your bestie! Your homie beyond death you’ll never part.
Unique is pure mind-games, surreal like Dali art.
Unique is present, past and your future.
Unique is your tears as they profusely flow.
Unique is the end game and that is no joke.
STOP!
Ssh.
Crow is listening to your thoughts.
Unique is above average in fact beyond the range of online surroundings.
Unique is Pandora’s Box in a misunderstanding.
Unique is the gift of lava burning through your soul.
Unique does not exist in this world, therefore you’ll never know.
Remember to close your windows and lock your doors, the evil one flies through the night…
Guess you were dragged up from the dregs of societies gutter. Low down where the super-sized rats roam through the shit you spew from your brittle lips.
‘You’re just a puppet show.
A little boy that often sits alone and cries.’ – Mariah Carey
The catalyst for your disruption was that I woke up.
I saw the bits of matted flea covered fur you left around me. I noticed the putrid smell of your shitty words and the horrific sight of your existence.
Go perform like the clown you know best.
Go play dress up and hide the overplayed mess.
Go mimic better men and tell yourself you’re amazing. Self-affirm some nonsense to take attention away from the fact that you’re less than nothing.
A stain in a basement of an abandoned, derelict house. No one truly cares about you.
‘Who’s gonna love you when it all falls down? Who’s gonna love you when your bankroll runs out? Who’s gonna care when the novelty is over?’ – Mariah Carey
What about the other? What about the other? What about the other?
You never truly cared…
One night as you sleep peacefully with the one you chose.
The other will wake you with their screams of betrayal – it’s the lies that hurt the most.
You won’t have time to react as they’ve stabbed an ice-pick through your trachea.
The other went on to reap blessings in abundance. The other went on to reap blessings in abundance. The other went on to reap blessings in abundance.
It was 3 weeks before anyone noticed production had come to a halt. The one flew far away with cash filled in a rucksack and a statement on Wiki.
The other made a video about liars: ‘remember, telling lies is bad for your health and well-being. It ruins endless memories and life opportunities!’
The other scratches the end of their nose and whispers, ‘the other will always rise above you. Cut you out. Cut you out. Cut you out.’
I shudder at the endless variations on the next event. I fear failure and a steel tent over my need to communicate.
I feel faint…I…
_we both know what was said during that conversation. Your title holds little weight with outside communication. I don’t know when I don’t know how but I’ll find you in the future.
I’ll open my eyes and gut your soul, placing an end to our contention.
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