I saw a bear in a cottage rummaging through a jar of biscuits.
I watched on through the kitchen window, admiring the glass jar and how it holds the biscuits within its body.
The bear smelt my sweet aroma, for I had honey all over my face. I had only gone outside to put the bins out, I’m sure I was gone for only a minute. My phone had buzzed and I checked a comment made on www.dameunique.blog heard a noise and turned to head back to the kitchen. However, as I came closer to my kitchen window and saw the most serial image. A bear eating biscuits from a glass biscuit jar. They were delicious raspberry and white chocolate cookies.
For 13 minutes, I stared through the window of my own kitchen, at this beautiful animal. Delicately stealing cookies from my jar of biscuits, only the cookies! The bear left the other biscuits; custard creams, bourbon creams, jam rings, rich tea, chocolate digestives and surely biscoff.
[05:36, 06/01/2020] Unique: Still
Time stands still.
In my mind.
I’ve woken up daily for five months, hoping that everything between us would heal.
I’ve checked my phone every night, hoping you’ll be in touch.
(You used to touch my mind all the time)
Today I woke up and accepted our friendship died last year.
I know you said you wanted to remain friends, and I know I wasn’t sure about that. (Felt weird)
I know our friendship no longer exists, like the woolly mammoth it walked out one day to forage for food and never returned.
And I accept that.
I know you wanted more than anything to keep our connection.
It was so pure, real, needed!
Our bonsai tree requires care and attention. The leaves have long since faded and the roots refuse to absorb the nutrients.
I remember watching a leaf drop, only one.
The next day they had all fallen.
I remember when we were in touch with each other, every day/night.
Then every few days.
Then at least once a week.
Today I woke up and accepted our friendship faded back in 2019.
The moment that thought was let through the acceptance trial, I cried profusely.
You saved me.
I’ll always feel honoured you found me when you did.
As I write this on the 6th of January 2020, my heart hurts. My tears are fast and constant, that blinking still leaves my vision blurry.
You’ll remain a continuous thought in my mind. I’ll always wonder how you’re doing and I’ll hope that ‘you’re okay.’
It took me months to erase our conversation on WhatsApp. Remember our first exchange and then compare it to our last – I apologise.
I take peace in knowing I was there for you when you needed me.
I relish the comfort in the belief ‘Que Sera!’
The future is not mine to see.
With you, I wanted to see everything.
But whatever will be, will be.
Our universe connected us in ways we never knew existed.
I appreciate the sentiment when you initiate contact and send a message via WhatsApp.
Seeing a video specifically for our conversation is alien.
Hearing a voice note from you, where you state my name is alien.
Although, those lil messages I found sweet.
I still miss our bond from day one.
I’ll never block your number, the conversation will always be open by phone. (I acknowledge ours is borderline extinction)
Our universe advised me not to become so cold.
I know you’ll need me soon.
The ice steals from fear, and my anxiety was losing you.
I woke up this morning and accepted you left back in 2019
I woke up, and my heartfelt heavy with magic.
I have no regrets.
There are people on this earth that completely cut off.
I know that’s not us.
I’m saying wherever you are, wherever I go, you will always have space here.
I’m putting this into the universe because I trust our complexities.
I trust my heart.
I trust my choices.
I believe in my purpose.
I have strength.
I have energy.
I have a healthy mind.
I have scope.
I have insight.
I have unique abilities.
I have my heartbeat.
Until we reconnect
Farewell my forever sweet avocado 🥑
Although 2019 will be over in a few hours, I’m not running away from it. I accept it has been a turbulent year for me and with turbulence comes lessons learnt. I’m taking this knowledge into 2020 and building upon it.
I don’t make resolutions, as goals I set, I start them the day I set them. No point in waiting for New Year’s Eve, life is never guaranteed.
Thank you all for following me on my creative journey, I shall try to post more frequently and read more. I truly appreciate your continuous support.
Thank you 2019
Oh! The Profanity.
‘What the fuck is this?’
‘Why do you ask?’
‘Why won’t you, fucking answer?’
Amid the midst of it all, I really want to relax and indulge in the warmth of plant-based kisses. Maybe, near a bed of pink roses and ‘Fuck off!’
‘No, you fuck off.’
‘Don’t talk to me, bitch.’
When we paint pictures, they expect them to be pretty. I simply do not give a flying fuck, crawling fuck or a fuck that swims beneath you and bites your leg off.
‘Go fuck yourself!’
I only want to paint the darkness that bleeds out from your lips. What did you say again? Speak up, speak louder! I want your words to drown out the prettiness. Could you slow down and listen to the brush as I paint over your profundities of deplorable actions.
‘For fuck’s sake.’
The sound of your voice is drowned out by the coolness of the water, and the darkness of blood. Squeak no more, squeak no less, rats aren’t the best at swimming.
‘You mother-fucking son of a bitch!’
No worries, we’ve got this. You’re being recorded by many – one hash-tagged your swimsuit as looking cheap and tiresome. But go you.
I want to paint your lips red and then press my lips onto yours, rub my lips into your and blow red kisses. The flow down to the bed of the ocean, where the remains of words past are sprinkled with treasures.
Shells of life once inhabited before – Shells of a soul that once wondered the sands above.
‘Fuck you, fuck your soul, fuck your bones and fuck your words. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
I once painted a pretty picture, it had bunnies hopping, birds singing, puppies playing and sweeties raining. Oh! How delightful it is, it was. I poured petrol all over it and set it alight. A lie, your lies, up in flames.
Under the glow of the full moon, we see the scope. You’re viral and vermin. The rats welcome you back in glory.
Fuck me! You’ve created a masterpiece.
A fucking magnificent piece of shit!
Like You Used To
Those dwellers that dwell in the past, beneath the rock that states, ‘I woz ere 2000.’
Why is it that many can’t see and accept when a person changes? The human can become a better person, refining their current skill set and becoming a better person.
I find it a laborious task explaining to someone that most people, ‘thinkers & doers’ alike are groups of people who progress in life.
What am I babbling on about?
Those conversations I’m brought into whereby one party can’t seem to accept, that another does not operate like that anymore. For instance, I gave up eating meat and consuming dairy a few months ago, till this very day I have people say, ‘Why don’t you eat meat like you used to?’
I also never used to date single fathers; however, a recent encounter changed my mind. But I still get those questions!
Why, oh, why? Don’t you do that like you used to?
Are we trying to stunt the growth of a person, to fit our own perceptions that we build within our mind – to keep our own egos satisfied that another person isn’t doing better? (Gee, a mouthful I know.)
The tedious, familiar feeling I have when I must reply. (Not replying comes across as rude)
Why do some of us have this urge to live stagnant lives? Extract the word ‘live’ and replace it with repeat. Why do some of us have this urge to repeat stagnant lives?
We are on Earth, within a multiverse of universes and yet, SOME of US choose to REPEAT stagnant lives. Is this a rant? I would say a mini one.
Maybe I’m not transparent enough? Nah!
I believe some people have become too lazy to think before they plough into a conversation, like a person wearing glass slippers on ice. Or a chef preparing vegan food using meat-based cooking utensils. Or saying you care about climate change while discarding your waste into the ocean and buying a bucket of chicken on the way home.
Like you used to!
Will this stop, not unless they think before they speak. But then who am I to make such a statement? I’m just trying to do my bit in a world where people like to repeat stagnant lives.
Well, rant over!
I hope you see how important it is to vent. Bottling up your annoyance, won’t make it age like fine wine. It will fester and become putrid, like comments from trolls beneath a curvy person posting a beautiful image.
Fester away and attract rats with the smell and stale vibes, of a conversation past due – and poorly placed. Boil away like the multiplication of a Gremlin when wet.
Express yourself, don’t repress yourself.
If you need to rant, then rant. Don’t hold onto it and backpack with it to your tomorrow.
Our lives could end like the male Mayfly – all in a day’s action.
How do I feel?
Awesome. Ready to start a new day.
Picture Credit: Unsplash
No Ceilings in My Life
I was placed here in this universe for a reason.
People have tried on many occasions to dissuade me many times, both close friends and family.
There have even been times where I have believed, they are right, and I can’t do exactly what I want. Looking back there were a few occasions where I gave up on pursuing my passion.
It has taken me years to accept that I can remove those ceilings from my pathway. Which is up! Like a shooting star I shall rise and soar, and the world will see and feel me.
I’ve always felt this inherent desire about where my life will go. I’ve known my purpose in life since I was a young child. My journey is unique to me – I can’t tell you how to get to where you ultimately want to be. All I can say is that you should focus on your own pathway and listen to your heart.
What is working for me may only work for one other person. Or may not work at all.
I’m a firm believer that we all have a purpose in life – I felt it a few times during my childhood. It’s only now in my adult life that I’ve accepted it – I’m unique.
You’re Unique, there is no one else quite like you!
This event is happening now, you must trust your energy. Believe in our universe and take action with your dreams.
You are a creator.
You are important.
You are Unique.
The barriers around you are all a manifestation of negative energy.
Dilute that until it fades.
One thing I do more now is I step-up to the fear.
I feared telling someone how I felt about them.
I feared leaving.
I feared applying to study at University.
I feared tasting tofu (I know that’s random.)
Our universe is plentiful.
You must believe in yourself – break down your walls and build your own table.
Remember: People will do everything and more to ruin you. (Consciously and subconsciously.)
Success does not depend on your existence, it depends on your actions – believe in yourself.
Don’t just live, learn how to self-manifest.
You are the key, the major key, the ONLY key to your most sacred dreams.
How many times have you stated, ‘I’m going to start tomorrow,’ and then pushed back?
What are your habits?
Ultimately, they will form the basis of your manifestation.
Don’t run away from your gift! Embrace it. It loves you!
We are not just here to get by and work.
We are here to live and flourish within this life.
We were created to bless the world with our gifts.
You don’t need to have a huge following or likes. You don’t require approval from anyone else.
Don’t be numbed by employment – work on your passion each day.
The world wants to share your gift and draw upon the energy and inspiration.
Growing up in a society where they promote the way you look over the value you bring is the world, many of us live in today.
Some of us are born into a life of ease and embellished answers for every stage in their lives and the lives of those around them. Others must develop a heart to fight and the tenacity to wade through the shit that greets them with each new day.
Where we aspire to live a better life than that of those who lived before us. We want better bodies; more beautiful clothes and our hearts yearn for more established surroundings. Surprise! We are blessed to wake up and greet another tonne of shit, share it and hope for a brighter tomorrow.
We speak with others and replay the drama!
We speak with others and replay the drama!
We speak with others and replay the drama!
Time continues, life goes on;
We see others and complain about that shit!
We see others and complain about that shit!
We see others and complain about that shit!
Someone will ‘well my advice is…’ talk shit down your ears.
Someone will ‘I would’ve done that instead…’ talk shit down your ears.
Someone will ‘sorry, I’ve been so busy…’ talk shit down your ears.
Flip a coin and recite riddles, they’ll stay preein’ you online.
The one who said, ‘are you sure you don’t want to do something a bit easier?’
The one who said, ‘you should stay where you are and work your way up!’
The one who said, ‘come on, that is impossible to do. I say it’s best to stick to what you know.’
Everything needs practice
Practice needs consistency
Consistency needs belief
Belief requires YOU
The only person that can make your dreams come into fruition is YOU
Others will continue to dump shit on you
Weeds will flourish and take every opportunity to assassinate you
Rats will creep up and steal the fruits you begin to bare
Pigeons will ensure that no seeds remain for you to start-over
Remember the only person that can make your dreams come into fruition is YOU
When the gremlins come out to take away your gains, set them on fire!
Cultivate your garden and plant a variety of seeds, nourish their needs and sprinkle some of their wants. Show your garden how much you love it, tell your garden every day.
Recite your affirmations daily,
I can do anything
I am creative
I am amazing
I have a unique purpose
Believe in yourself, believe in your craft, believe that all you need to start is trust.
Wade through the shit and use it to fertilise your garden.
Never forget where you started
Separate the real from the fake
Invest in truth
Never give up
Free your mind, and allow your creativity to grow
‘and if you fall, stand tall and come back for more.’ (2Pac)
Last week Tuesday, after a bout of depression (?) I meditated with my crystals and asked the universe to deliver. I thanked our universe for all the gifts that it has provided to me and expressed my gratitude. I believe that we are all connected, in more ways than one. I trust that once we open our minds up, we will be phenomenal together.
We are all connected. Trust in yourself and your ability to be sensational. Encourage positive actions and promote positive energy.
Channel negative chi skyward and allow our universe to transform it.
Embrace the feel of the earth beneath your feet, inhale deeply and exhale all the negative feelings you’ve been having. Trust in yourself and ask our universe.
I wholeheartedly trust in our universe.
I am intelligent.
I am beautiful.
I am reliable.
I am determined.
I am creative.
I am original.
I’m thankful for everything you have done for me.
I was listening to Spotless Mind by Jhene Aiko earlier.
Change is inevitable
Why hold on to what you have to let go of?
Like, did I really break your heart?
Was it all my fault?
If you don’t knock it off
You know like I know where this was headed
I’m a wanderer
I’m a wanderer, baby
I’m a wanderer
I’m a wanderer
It made me think about how I sometimes approach parts of my life. I’m naturally analytical and often think about ‘all possible’ outcomes before deciding to take action. And usually, the effect is that I do nothing.
But as the first line highlights, ‘Change is inevitable.’ Meaning no matter what you choose to do in life, Change is inevitable. You can choose whether or not you wish to participate. However, if you don’t join, time goes by, and you miss out on experiences and experience in life.
The next sentence, ‘why hold onto what you have you have to let go of?‘ Infrequently I fear to let go of things, that I have become accustomed to. I often think about ways in which I can hold onto something, just in case the new situation, leads to failure.
However, I’m learning that sometimes you have to just cut things out and walk over to the next. You can’t live your life in fear of living! Be bold, be courageous and live your best life.
Simply put, there is no point in roaming around/online venting about all the negative strands of your life. ‘You know like I know where this was headed.‘
Go out there and be a wanderer, nourish your needs, wants and desires. Irrigate your confidence and cultivate a spotless mind.
Remember those long conversations with friends. Conversations that make you laugh, cry and almost pass out through lack of air.
Remember when you dream about doing something and those same friends say, ‘that’s impossible! You should just stick to working and work your way up in the company.’
Remember those friends that vanished when you needed their support? When you fell down, into a ditch that was filled with thorns of steel. They looked over the edge and turned their backs – Who wants to be that friend?
When I needed you all the most you abandoned me. I called out and I heard a rodent of some kind, gnawing away at the bones you left in your wake.
When it rains glitter on me, I see your eyes beam and shine in my direction. You smile and hit me up with a few plagiarised, overshared text messages. Then comes the invitation to lunch.
‘No thank you.’
Friends – Real friends, are people that stay around. Even though a load shit is dumped on top of me. Whilst I try to climb out of this ditch.
Even now, the only friend – the real friend I have, is Me, Myself & I.
This morning I woke up to face a ghost at the foot of my bed. She was staring at me with such interest and appeared to be intrigued by me. She was small and I say she because she appeared to be wearing a dress and a headband…not that those items make much of a difference in the age. Her eyes were very large (reminded me of The Simpsons) she had a calming vibe about her.
I would like to know if anyone has had a similar experience? Do you believe in super-human/ghosts/spirits visiting us in this life?
How did they make you feel?
Interestingly so, only one friend believed what I had seen. Going with the notion that you are indeed telling the truth – It’s amazing that people no longer accept ‘facts’ as word of mouth. Instead, they demand (not request) demand proof! ‘Where’s the photo?’ then those that are able to produce one are often shot down with questions such as ‘Where’s the video? Who else was there?’
Which, yes I agree! they are valid questions…it’s just that ‘these days’ even when one if presented with factual evidence, one will still doubt and refute the truth.
I ask those refuters of truth, is this because you’re afraid of seeing an aspect of life, through an honest account?
OR do you feel that only God sends spirits/messages to his people and as you deem yourself to be better than the one that is presenting their account, then surely, they must be delusional?
Sunday 28th of June, 2015. I kick back with a bright orange notebook from Paperchase £8 and a blue-inked pen, borrowed from a colleague. Aaliyah – At Your Best, remix with R, Kelly playing in the background. I’m happy with my imperfect life.
There are times when I find, I want to keep myself away from the world. But at my best, I’m in love…with my life.
I’ll let you know, I’ll let you know, I’ll let you know…
This is for real people. (The readers.)
There are times when I fall short, of what I say I’m all about.
Let me know, let me know, let me know.
You don’t have to worry.
I live for my family. They’re a positive, motivating force within my life. (Love you all.)
I’ll let you know, I’ll let you know, I’ll let you know. This is for the readers, strictly for the readers.
Moments like this, I cry. Because I miss the pieces of my heart. 1997, 2008, 2013. #EveryHeartbeatCounts
If you’re wondering? You don’t need to worry.
You’re a positive, motivating force within my life.
Three words in and I wonder? Life with you all.
‘I miss you.’
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Death is unavoidable. We are mortal, each and every one of us.
We have a commonality, we are all human.
I’m thankful. For having family and friends. I’m eternally blessed to have a heart that beats…for now “I miss you.”
“Words can’t sculpt what life means to me.” Just know I love you, remember that I always will. Keep in your heart that, even when my heart stops. My love will always go on…for you.
I’m not entirely sorry for all the bad times we’ve shared. Without them, we wouldn’t be so beautiful in mind, body and soul. We wouldn’t stand so strong. So confident.
I wouldn’t be so unique and equally, you wouldn’t be so divine. Did I tell you I love you? Maybe I don’t say it enough. Just know…I love you.
I LOVE YOU.
Even though we don’t speak often enough, see each other hardly? Ever! I love you.
I appreciate the times we’ve spent together. That moment we met, the first time I heard your name, the last time we said goodbye. Our friendship(s) I’ll hold each ‘heartbeat’ close.
Without you, each and every one of you. I wouldn’t be me. I couldn’t be a true representation of Dominique. Without you, each and every one of you. I would be static. I wouldn’t cry, smile, anger, wish or even die? I couldn’t die if inside I’m already dead.
We are mortal, we are living. Don’t waste time on procrastination – spend time LIVING, LOVING and beating in unison with one another.
Know that as we leave our bodies behind, our spirits will continue to light up. Sculpt a bright spirit today.
Become a fond memory. Become an essential life.
Become at one with yourself, others and most importantly…with life.
I’m not on “Over-used street” I’m creating my own path. I’m a creator, although I like to admire aspects around me…
Holding my hand out to you…
I want to immerse myself in your mind, adopt new ways of thinking. See visions unheard of.
I’ve broken the expectation. I’m not average.
I’m unique. I’m blessed. I’m in love with life.
Who are you all? How can I dissect your Facebook persona? Help me!
I’m Dominique. I’m black, dark skin at that, I love my tone…I’m in love with the emphasis my skin places upon my life. Who are you all?
I see no gender, no race, no nationality. Define yourself to me? Passport is not a requisite for this request.
My eyes see no religion, faith or spiritual belief.
I see you. Identify yourself.
ID cards! Name, age, DOB. NO. I can’t comprehend the meaning.
I’m Dominique, I’m in love with words.
Who are you? I want to know.
Basics, no thank you. I hear no language.
I’m Dominique, I love to write.
Working eyes see black…so blindfold yourselves…now we all see black. Who are we? I’m number 1 of many. I watch trees grow…slowly.
Everything you own has been eradicated. IDENTIFY YOURSELF!