To post something.
Haha.
I’m posting now and backdating it.
The mighty power of technology.
Haha.
I don't write. I create.
To post something.
Haha.
I’m posting now and backdating it.
The mighty power of technology.
Haha.
At my door in December.
I opened up and coughed on em’
Fucking viruses.
The pulses zapping around.
Even the pain was fierce I remained silent.
Your blue eyes are kind and peaceful.
I find peace in your sky-blue eyes.
There’s something about you that intrigues me so.
There’s everything about you, I wish to know.
I will know.
I will know.
I will know.
You’ve done well.
I’m proud.
I’m inspired.
I’m somewhat happy for you. Honest.
The left side of my neck hurts.
You achieved something new to your life. Brilliant.
That’s not my story.
Do not wish the same for my life.
Our universe has chosen. I’m at peace with where I’m going.

I’m sitting in a BMW i8.
It’s black with electric blue around the wheels and the headlights.
The seats are leather and heated, my ass is warm.
I’m sipping a cup of hot-chocolate made with oat milk. Cows milk is for baby cows.
All windows are up, I hate the sounds of those grotty voices nearby.
Does it look like my car needs cleaning?
Only me and I’m stuck.
Is there ever traffic at 0333 hours?
I’m not moving.
Engulfed in thought processes.
Delinquent of 70% responsibilities.
I’m not a passenger.
I’m not a red light.
I’m not another car in a queue.
I’m not even there.
.
No doubt consideration will be taken into account.
Only, when I’m ‘needed.’

Anxiety
It keeps pulling up over the years and tries its best to drag me down.
If I smile in your presence I’m truly delighted.
The processes have me seduced by the flow. The many flows, within veins I’ve never thought to go.
Exploration of cavities can lead me to race through the darkness in my mind.
Toxins, disguised as love, always catch me by surprise.
I fear the dark side, yet my arms remain open.
I cringe at the nightmares that invade my day-dreams.
I shudder away from all signs of love, as I sense evil within loves true meaning.
Anxiety
It keeps comin’ thru’ like an old flame burning bridges. Like a snake in unicorn skin, only I see the ridges!
The diagram you place before me isn’t accurate, to say the least.
Deep in your eyes, I see jealously and bewilderment. I see love and comfort entangled around an iron blade. I see the lies you are eager to share, delivered alongside the thorny steams of white roses.
I kiss you then close my eyes.
Goodnight.

A fan loves the character(s) you create.
A fan will cheer you daily.
A fan will feel the boost in their ego, that your status brings.
A fan will show love but it will never be the love you believe you’re deserving of.
A fan will smile and obey.
A fan will pose and snap that moment, every day.
Where was your fan when you were in the gutter?
Where was your fan when your shit hit the fan?
Where was your fan when…never mind.
Personally, I’m not sold on your celebrity – K. Lamar
May the many creative writers within our universe encounter my existence.
May the many creative writers within our universe break free.
I follow the stars.
I worship my heartbeats.
I’m not your fan.
I’m a bomb in your lifeline.
Rest In Peace
I wholeheartedly trust in our universe.
I saw a number calling I shivered.
It was you.
It was you.
It was you.
I saw your number calling and I pressed the red button.
I just want to be Unique.
STOP!
Seatbelts, please!
I just want to be Unique.
GO!
Gain on em’
Run them the fuck over.
Oops!
Let’s get you in the sex.
Pause.
Seatbelts, please!
I just want to be Unique.
This is all me.
This is all me.
This is all me.
Driver, slow down. I need to watch my foes cross part way.
Beep! Beep!
Run em’ all down.
So evil on a Sunday, the day of the Lord.
Damn.
I told myself I don’t need help.
Can you hear em’ crying? Nah? Well move on.
I can’t complain.
This is all me.
This is all me.
This is all me.
DRIVER, SHUT THE FUCK UP!
I like listening to the rain, when it rains as I sit in the back.
My spoon was cold.
His back was hot.
The fleshy parts were rotten.
My spoon was cold.
However, I managed to create a cavity through his hot rotten flesh.
Tell me what’s up?
Tell me what you want from me?
Tell me how happy you are?
Tell me why you smile every day?
Tell me who labelled you amazing?
Tell me if I’m ever wrong?
Baby girl!
I love you.

In the sky.
In the forest.
In the sea.
I found you beside my bed watching me breathe, during sleep.
I found you in my kitchen, toasting bagels and pouring juice.
I found you on my sofa, snuggled on my breasts. Free and loose.
In the sea.
In the forest.
In the sky.
I found your love in my heart and passion that never dies.
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