The lies we tell to paint pretty pictures.
Tag: CreativeWriting
Attention

Up! Two, three, four – Where the fuck is your girlfriend?
Why do your tears clog my drains?
What happened this time?
Where did you say you were again? Ah! Yes, you were floating away on cloud 9.
Bitch better get off my back.
Release my fucking hope! Stop clinging onto to me like the worthless piece of fucking shit you are.
One! Two, three four – Where the fuck is your lifeline?
Fall off my fucking boat! – Stop shouting for help and crying for the Captain.
Up! Two, three, four – Unique is not here no more.
Five, six, seven, eight – Unique is strong, and Crow is great.
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve – Crow made me happy, and I no longer dwell.
Mason Knows
He saw who lit a match between their beak while standing near your soundproof walls.
I sort of spoke. But then wondered why? You wouldn’t have heard me anyway.
I remember someone saying, ‘the night is young.’
We all remember it lasted for days.
Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to you.
I don’t give a fuck day, fuck you!
Happy ‘why are you still here?’ day, dear History!
Happy Birthday to you.
Neon

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Back Then
Unique wanted to become a Scientist.
A Singer.
A Chef.
A Cashier.
A Lawyer.
A Teacher.
A Manager.
A Coach.
A Fashion Designer.
A Vet.
A Shop Keeper.
A writer.
Unique wanted to become a Writer.
I said a Writer.
Unique wanted to become a Writer.
One Day
I’ll tell you everything.
I

I want to cut you.
With a knife I own, you wouldn’t know, but it has serrated edges.
I want to cut you from the corner of your left eye, down to the right side of your lips.
I love your smile.
Under the Rock

From Under the Rock
Intuitively, I’ve thought about people who I no longer associate with. They’ve crossed my mind lately, as I was the one that cut them off and walked away.
This decision ranges across a variety of different events/scenarios; however, the reason remains the same, ‘I’m responsible for my happiness.’
Please note: I hold no remorse over the above, for I am happier and more relaxed. *Yes, I closed friendships where I believed at the time; it was one that will remain forever. I’m sure it’s common for many of us to think of those that no longer exist within our lives. I know factually that I’m not the only one. Some of the objects that were strong connections to those people, I’ve discarded; I don’t like to keep negative energy sources around me.
Why? You may ask. Or you may assume I’m a selfish person? Either way, your opinion on my choices bare no attention from me. However, I will construct a form of an answer?
People who are overly negative, inherently toxic, stagnant or outright duplicitous, I remove myself from their lives. – I don’t have the energy to be mystified with negativity on the continuous rotating ring of hell.
I wish Rona aka COVID-19 would fuck right off, but I must point out the insight they have given to me. I hear from those who genuinely care for me in this weird time.
Those that don’t care, I won’t ever hear from, but neither will you.
The cockroaches and cretin from under the rocks are coming out in full force. ‘Hey Unique, long time no see! How are you? You crossed my mind today.’
It’s beautiful how our minds work, we are all the same, yet we are all intricately different. Only, we are linked in ways we are still learning.
Questions form as I ignore the calls.
Delete the messages.
Spam the e-mails.
‘Do you miss me, really?’
‘Is this the social version of the last supper?’
In this life, I keep repeating the above actions.
In that alternate universe, I pour lava over the rocks that rumble and Crow sings a sweet song.
Snug
Snug as a butterfly in a cocoon about to break free.
Gone
That day was then.
You opened her up.
She’s gone now.
Gone, but forever remembered by you.
Gone because of you.
Stop asking about her.
She’s gone.
Gut Feeling

Gut feeling
I’m not a toy.
I’m not your mother.
I’m not your wife.
I’m not your friend.
I’m not your keeper.
I’m not your counsellor.
I’m not your mentor.
I’m not your father.
I’m not your pet.
Unlike them, I don’t give a fuck about you.
Crow chimes the clock tower in the event of your demise.
Inspired by Alice

Inspired by Alice
You cut my time to get to know her.
You advertised how she saved you when I don’t recall her presence during your darkest times.
Crow was correct when he said, ‘Off with their heads.’
Like

Like acid, you burn through me
Like a guillotine you behead me
Like a throne, you scream entitlement
Like a message, you annoy me
Like memories you stalk me
Like feelings, you pester me
Like a liar, you lie.
Like a user, you surface when you’re in need.
Like this post, you seek attention and validity.
Shop-Pigs!
I visited the super-market and could not buy:
- Hand-sanitiser
- Antibacterial Surface Spray
- Antibacterial Wipes
- Porridge
- Oat-milk
- Self-raising flour
I have visited the super-market every-day since March 17 2020
It is disheartening each time I visit, nothing is available…Knowing that people across the United Kingdom have stock-piled through sheer greed!
#ThanksForNothing
Empty
Empty
I’ve never felt so alone, through the meat to my bones, I’ve never felt so empty.
I feel like I reside on the wall inside art by Dali.
Yet, here I hang alone in an empty gallery. No eyes on me.
21 days isolation, extended on Friday I bet.
Although, betting is futile in a world of social-distancing. My purse remains untouched.
Silence

Alone.
Unknown, I cry and think.
Alone.
Deep in the center of the forest, I bleed.
Alone.
Blood nourishes the roots of the trees around me.
Alone.
My thoughts are inside me.
Alone.
No one knows I’m here
…waiting for you.



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