I don't write. I create.
Peace has finally arrived.
No more will I hear your customised chime.
No longer will I see your name showcased in my notifications.
For too long, I have entertained you, stroking your ego with lies.
Pretending I care just to extend my presence.
Peace has finally been received.
I removed you from my life, thus eradicating you from my purpose.
Crow will ensure you never contact me again.
Unless you wish to lose all your fingernails.
I lied today.
I said I’m not tired, when truly I am. @Dame_Unique
Smile, baby, I love you like yesterday.
Crazy green.
Wild green.
Forest green.
True.
Envy green, fuck no.
Fuck you, I hate you!
I love YOU.
Now say CHEESE! And smile!
Bootyful my ass feels on your face.
As I ride your tongue, my juices flow, you love my wonderful taste.
I climax, and I’m beamed outta space.
My thighs squeeze you in closer, you love my embrace.
My thighs hold you in place, you love my embrace.
My thighs keep you in longer, you love my embrace.
I have nothing to say, well, not spoken words anyway.
Bodyguard
I never knew you, but I trusted you.
I placed my guarded trust into you.
I followed you down dark abandoned paths.
I believed in you because you made me laugh.
I opened my heart to you.
You are now dismissed.
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.’
Click, click, click.
The light-switch isn’t working.
This darkness is disturbing.
I can’t see where I’m going.
Paranoia is annoying.
Creative ideas flowing.
My mind is going.
Where to?
Unknowing.
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.
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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
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
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.
Poem written and read by Unique
Grey
I wanna lick your eyes yesterday, today and tomorrow.
I wanna lick your eyes now and tonight.
I wanna lick your eyes with my eyes closed.
I wanna lick your eyes, that is all.
I loved stroking your belly, I could stroke you forever.
I loved kissing your belly, I could kiss you forever.
I loved being close to you, our hearts beat on forever.
Now my face imprints on the fresh mound of soil that covers your final spot.
Remember the darkness that filled the room, the moment you stepped out.
For YOU stepped out too soon.
You never gave us water to grow and feel nourished.
You abandoned by default, claiming anxiety flourished
Too Much
The fertilisation.
The help.
The drama.
The unforgiving.
The depression.
The whiskey.
The work.
More drama.
The bullshit.
The lies.
The need.
The house.
The finesse.
Ro’ took what she wanted because you’re weak.
Balls balls, pop the sweetness into my mouth
Swirl them around a little before heading south
They cause me tingles and trembles, leaving my lips still.
Frozen balls of ice.
Think what you will!
📸: 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
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
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