Tag: CreativeWriting

Sunday

They say to pray every day, especially Sunday!

But what of a day that you wish to remain uncomplicated.

What happens when you pray, anyway? Elaborate further, please?

I think aloud sometimes and alone more often than not.

I remember the last time I prayed; it was back in 2013.

Sunday is the day of rest, but where is rest found in this era?

Viruses are spreading all around us and a resolution no sooner!

They say to pray every day, come together and unite as one.

This is the day that the Lord has made.

I recall asking, begging, pleading for him to save.

I cried while holding your little body in my arms; I cried for your life; you had not been given a chance to live. I cry for your memories – Every heartbeat counts.

I knew then God only existed as a word in print.

They say to pray every day, especially Sunday!

A Fragment Lost

A problem shared is a problem halved.

A heart opened is a form of love life carves.

A blessing on Sunday is like a blessing any other day.

A life that connects with yours forms a part of your destiny, I’d say.

A kiss under the glow of the full moon when it’s pink, is the perfect setting for new love, I think?

A dream so stunning it feels real enough to touch, is a dream worth chasing if it’s not too much to ask?

A corrupt mindset will emit waves of negativity, basking a lone heart in falsity.

Eventually, love will burst open, breaking free into reality, causing the lone heart to crack and fragment, piece by piece in glorious actuality.

Done

“Done dealing with you
Don’t know how to deal with me
Done fuckin’ with you, don’t know how to love me” – Jhene Aiko

I feel much stronger I’ve got this!

With the power vested within, I’ll remain true to myself, and you shall not flood my life with bullshit again.

I imagine yesterday, to be the day you realised I’ve gone forever.

No longer shall your issues plague my existence. No more I will be your crutch, holding you up when you need a prop – user.

My life is my life, and I shall live it as I wish.

You Cannot

You cannot define me.

I’m unique.

Our universe placed me into this world.

I’m the only version of me, in existence.

There are no duplications for you to start over with.

All the replicas never passed beta mode.

I had hoped for better.

I Pray

I pray that you get everything I could not give to you.

I pray that you do well.

I pray for you.

Crow cackles in the short distance, and out he coughs ‘Liar, liar! Atheist! Atheist.’

His sapphire blue eyes turn fiery red, and he flies down and lands on Unique’s head.

She’s kneeling at the grave of a love that never existed, for she pays her respects. But Crow cheers her for being a hypocrite.

Atheist! He caws before landing on the fresh mount of dirt.

‘Here lies a foolish man who is now home to my snacks, worms and maggots and the odd juicy rat!’

A fake tear falls from the right eye of Unique. Crow turns quickly, and it lands on his beak.

‘I love you, Unique.’

Can we Bend Tomorrow?

Hey friend! How are you today?

I wonder if you could help me, please?

I have this idea that transpired from an arm stretch, and I wish to bend tomorrow.

I want it to curve and wrap itself around me, as I know it will be tremendous and meshed into the sea.

Tonight I’ll pick five stars from our wealthy universe; I’ll ground them with my elbows and sprinkle them all over your house.

Join me now.

#APrivateThought

I hate Rona’ just as much as anyone else. But Rona’s presence has caused me to start over – I now go jogging/running at least 3 days a week.

  • I read more (guess I miss being able to visit the library.)
  • I value the little things more! Far too many to list.

#Covid19Life

iRead: Waxy by Camilla Grudova

iRead: Waxy by Camilla Grudova

“The man ordered a whole Golden Syrup Toast from himself and ate it greedily, chewing with his mouth wide open in a grin. I felt ill, and never went back to that café again. It didn’t much matter, the café menus were the same everywhere:

COFFEE

GOLDEN SYRUP TOAST

BOILED TINNED MEAT WITH TOAST

The tinned meat became grey when it was boiled and made the toast all wet; most people just ordered the Golden Syrup Toast with Coffee.” – Waxy (Pg. 43 Grudova, 2017)

As a Writer, we have the super-power to create any world we wish! From the Wizarding World of Hogwarts, right through to cafes all around offering the same menu. I think it’s easy to forget that we are here to create! I inherently know I was born to create, and that’s all I do.

There are no rules to a Writers creation – You are the Creator in your world of Writing.  I want you to remember that. Even if you are only starting today, or you started a while ago, you are in charge of your creative pieces, and I implore you to create whatever you wish, in your own words.

Ted Hughes wrote Iron Man

JK Rowling created Harry Potter

Richard Siken penned You Are Jeff

And I created Exit Sasha

Creative Writing isn’t about writing for the sake of it and hoping it’s incredible. For me, it’s about writing from the heart, while remaining true to my mind. My amazing mind that produces unique pieces!

What super-powers do you possess as a writer? What advice would you share in this day and age?

I appreciate everyone who reads my blog, and I hope that you gain something positive from your visit.

Unique

Today

Today

It was today I realised some actions have no value.

I’m dishonest.

Big Squares can’t fit into small circles, but small circles can fit into big squares.

Then I remembered I do not believe anyway!

If and when trauma hits, I would’ve died 33 minutes prior to its arrival.

💗

That pink heart has literally floated away.

Bullshit

The last record of B

Finally!

It has taken me months to delete you permanently. Your number in my phone caused me a great deal of anxiety.

We were once close – but I now accept your best facadé. ‘I could just lie to you now!’ You once said that, twice.

Only you were lying; it’s taken me forever to realise.

I trusted in you! I believed all you spoke, I lifted you high up and you gave me hope. But that was AI

You wanted to keep in touch, to have your ego regularly stroked ‘Hey Unique, how are you doing?’ Was your easiest entry.

Imagine you texted shit, to have access to me? Imagine you went from minutes to weeks – that felt like an eternity.

I do not wish you well!

I hereby retract all wishes.

I hope you drown in attention and your deceit eats into your dreams.

You may think you’re somebody now, but 7 billion people reside in our world.

Not even 0.1% know who you are*

I do not wish you prosperity as you had that once before.

You’ll never get that status again, never.

No. Not one.

Your next text will be deleted.

Unread.

Deleted.

Your negative energy is blocked, for eternity this time.

You’re fake.

Keep acting – the bathtub suits your life in the gutter.

I replay memories of your lies in action; I hear the cries and artificial stutter.

No more bullshit from you, B!

Monday

Hello Monday,

Nice to see you again!

I wish for many more to come, filled with sunshine, snow and rain.

I love the beautiful birds that sing all around.

I miss a lot of things, but staying inside is where I can be found.

#StayHomeSaveLives

Narcissist

I confess I’m a narcissist. I need to hear what I already know.

But I need you to say it, and even then I won’t go.

I must hear it from your lips, in your voice, your accent, even in a whisper.

Tell me how amazing I am!

Tell me now and tell me so.

Stroke my colossal ego and then fuck off. GO!

Sugar

Sugar poured through my DMs with offerings of joy and money.

Sugar said, ‘Unique, I want you!’

Sugar said, ‘decide now or never?’

I licked my lips and pondered about sending sexy pics. But how many pairs of boobs are available on Google?

Sugar sprinkled around my DMs offered sweet talk but no therapy.

I deleted his messages.

The Offspring

‘I wish I had met you years ago!’

Said the man that claimed to love me so.

Back to the whore of his child’s mother, he spoke.

Silently, longing to choke!

YOU!

Crow peered into your beautiful eyes and said, ‘my dear child, they’re almost as beautiful as mine. You should never have lied!’

Years ago wasn’t the right time.

I left the room, thus leaving you to cry, for a broken heart, was never truly mine.