Tag: CreativeWriting

A Private Thought – by B.

📸: From the files of B

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

Dedicated to You

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

📸: Unique’s email notifications

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.

Trees

📸: 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

📸: Pixabay

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

YOU

📸: Unsplash

‘I’ve moved on.’ – YOU

To This Day:

You want my time.

You want my space.

You want my mind.

You want my comfort.

You need my magic.

You need my energy.

You need my positivity.

You need me. Period.

You peer into my world, with your trojan messages. FAIL.

You send me photos of yourself.

YOU send me photos of yourself.

You send photos of yourself that have no real purpose.

You send me voice notes.

You send me videos.

You want to meet up.

I never asked for any of this. I remember stating, ‘we can’t be friends, we can’t be anything. Let’s leave US right here.’

You want to remain friends.

You want to be here for me.

You want nothing to change between us.

You want us to keep our connection.

I hear crow whisper ‘deception, transgression, manipulation, inequitable reward.’

To This Day – YOU

Still

📸: Pixabay

[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.

Everything.

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 do.

I’m sorry.

I know you wanted more than anything to keep our connection.

It was so pure, real, needed!

‘It was!’

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.

Still.

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.

Still

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.’

Still

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.

Still

With you, I wanted to see everything.

‘Que Sera’

But whatever will be, will be.

Still

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.

Still

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.

Still

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.

Still

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 🥑

Mrs Pepperdew

📸: Pixabay

Mrs Pepperdew peppered you with spice.

Mrs Pepperdew peppered you how nice?

Mrs Pepperdew flummoxed you each time.

Mrs Pepperdew connected you through rhyme.

Mrs Pepperdew sang to you, with aromatic spices.

Mrs Pepperdew convinced you that you could sing. But Mrs Pepperdew mocked you, as crow swooped in, ripped your tongue out and tossed it into the fire.

It snapped, it crackled, it fizzed, and it banged.

Mrs Pepperdew sang and she sang, and she sang!

Forget Me…Not

📸: Galaxies

Forget my sapphire-blue hair, ruby-red lips and 34DDs.

Forget the calypso of Shea-butter oil, that exudes a sweet aroma from my hair.

Forget how I made you tingle all over, by delivering my honey kisses. When you longed for them, and when you dreamt about them. I always delivered.

Forget the moments of calm I instilled within a whisper.

Me talking you through the ways in which you will get through.

Me holding you tight and keeping you safe.

Me touching your mind in ways you never knew existed.

Me stroking you for hours and hours.

Not the aspects that you conveniently forgot about.

Not the conversations that floated off our tongues and into the universe.

Not the connection that was felt from our first exchange.

Not the star we built, shared and lost.

Forget me…not

I Never Existed

📸: Pixabay

You imagined a saviour.

You found me and I saved you.

You needed comforting.

You called me and I held you.

You desired to be loved.

You kissed me and I loved you. In a way that was real enough.

You needed your heart repairing.

You held me and I stitched the fragments back together.

You wanted peace and quiet

You expressed your wishes and I let you fall asleep on my thighs.

You had headaches and they stunned you each time.

You spoke of head massages and I massaged your mind.

You attempted to drown yourself.

I raced over and pulled you out of death. I performed first-aid and you choked, between your tears. We sat in silence, until your mind was here and not down there.

You abandoned me…like I never existed.

I Died First

📸: Pixabay

‪I died 1st‬

‪I woke, I worried, I wondered, I fed.‬
‪I worried more.‬
‪I pondered.‬
‪I identified. I stressed.‬

‪I tapped, I thought.‬

‪I cried. I cried. I imploded, I scowled. ‬
‪I was vex.‬
‪It was a mess.‬

‪You had lied.‬

‪I dispatched our connect.‬

‪She died 1st.‬

‪#Poetry #CreativeWriting‬