
To your network,
Networth,
Net,
Whole purpose.
I don't write. I create.

At night the brightest star glowed many light-years away.
I saw it, night after night, after night.
Pressing my hands against the large windowpane, watching sky glitter again and again, and again.
My deep brown eyes stare right at a single star.
Knowing in my heart, I’ll always know exactly where you are.
Deep blue space encapsulates life, stars around stars, around stars for the real ones.
I sleep wonderfully each new night.
Under the stars, closing my eyes and resting my mind.
Good night.

Thank you. ❤️

You to pop in and hop out of my life.
You to make sound waves.
Showcase imagery and zap it through to my box.
You to consider what I may be doing at this very moment in time.
You to wish for my return.
You to hope for reconciliation.
I forbid you to visit shared memories – you need my blessing for it to be great!
I forbid you to visit shared memories – you need to find me to feel the power!
I forbid you to visit shared memories – my touch is sacred and you threw my potential into the bin and expected Unique to return and congratulate you.

The Good Die Young
Nine Nights have commenced in loving memory of you, Grandad.
From such a young age, you inspired me with your stories of hope for your future, courage with every step and variety as the spice blended throughout your message from within the words.
On the 6th if November 2020 you returned to a star within our universe.
The pain I’m feeling, I can’t seem to translate into legible words. How does one comprehend a gargantuan loss?
The Good Die Young
You triumphed as the better man, in a country where being black is a crime. Especially back then.
I can’t even write in a way that makes any sense, because I can’t believe you’re no longer here with us. I don’t want to believe that.
I close my eyes tightly and warm tears flow continuously down my face. A few escape and jump into the part of my dress that’s resting on my lap.
My vision is constantly blurry and my voice infrequently squeezes out a painful whimper. It’s the ache from my heart that’s the most traumatic, it holds pure love inside for all those I love in my life.
The Good Die Young
You made it to 90!
The Good Die Young
Your love extended beyond the realms of blood and trees. Beyond the stars that glitter throughout the night. Beyond the moon that glows over your final breath in this life.
The Good Die Young
You instilled the best memories into the minds of all who had the blessing of you in their lives.
Thank you, Grandad.
For being the strongest man
For having the biggest heart
For sharing the most joy
For always remaining true to yourself
For being my Grandad!
Love
Dominique

Q. I don’t know her.
Q. She slid into my DMs last night. Complaining.
Q. My understanding is that she’s now dating a guy I dated.
Q. They’re both insecure. She believes I’m talking to him on a regular.
Q. I’m not sure what triggered her but seeing her picture boosted my self-esteem immensely.
Q. Of course! Haha!
Q. Well, my response was silence, thats the most powerful response one could give. I guessed her mind will cause her more pain and upset than my denial ever could.

Words can’t describe how heartbroken I am right now.
You will always be a G’ to me!
Fearless, you travelled far and unfazed by turbulence.
Cool, you were the coolest member of our family. My words can’t adjust to life without you.
What could I possibly say?
I’ll continue to write until it’s time for me to go up amongst the stars.
I love you, Grandad!
6th November 2020 – Beyond eternity

Noises.
I hear everything and nothing.
Breathing too loudly.
Fearing what’s behind closed doors.
Longing for your hugs.
I miss you.
Rest easy.
I had suspected it would come around again.
I voiced my thoughts to one or two partial friends.
I listened as he spoke, and I shook my head.
I rolled my eyes and tweeted my thoughts to the nest.
I scrolled and found a few cracked eggs.
At the base was a few rotten chicks, whose song sounded like a curse.
I rested my head upon two pillows, eyes closed with thoughts drifting as warm air comforted my moment.

I should’ve never swiped right.
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
‘Not I,’ said Unique
‘Not I,’ said Unique
‘Not I,’ said Unique

Hello.
I’m, I’m Unique.
I’m in pain.
Because you stabbed me.
I’m bleeding out.
Remember our first kiss?
I’ve been feeling pain, trying to hold on.
I’m cold.
I tried. Albeit haphazardly.
But when is it right to wanna end my existence?
The only thing I did wrong was choosing you to rest my heart on.
Let it be known that I truly believed that together we would be phenomenal. Only you don’t think you deserve a woman as amazing as me.
At the fall of my last tear, you turn your back and begin to cry.
Regret is your mindset.

My heart going wild within my chest.
ANXIETY
ANXIETY
ANXIETY
Everything is a mess!
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Shake.
There’s no escape.
No escape.
Escape.
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.

At first glance on a bright sunny day, the colours consume you, in awe, some may say.
Through the core of a black woman, radiating pure love.
Incomparable to the rings around her, due to hatred from eyes self-positioned above.
Push through.
Push forward.
Educate all and any along the way.
Allow the strength of your soul to shine through, your stained glass heart, always.
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