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They would like to participate in your event when they’re riding along for free.
They tag along right beside you when the attention is warm, and the vibe feels right. I guess I automatically become a log fire, lit and burning bright during the winter nights.

Until nothing but cold ash moves gently, like a man that just been shot five times in his right leg. Then pain is evident, but the blood eventually starts to curdle.
I know nothing.
I know that I know nothing.
I know you’re tired of thinking it.

They limp beside me in fake association when I call out for help. The dialogue translates into this:
Me: Help me!
Them: I’m here.
Me: The problem is…
Them: I’m here to help but I’ve just got to run home and turn off the oven. I’ll be right back!

11 days later
Me: #Winning
Them: Hey! Hope you’re well. I was just thinking about you.
Me:

Deep in the forests, they shaded life away from my existence.
Out on the open road, they would like to ride shotgun.
Far into the ocean heads are held underwater for a least 11 minutes.

Look up into the sky and watch me glide over my consciousness.

Mask On! Fucking Mask On!

In the 1900s* the United Kingdom drafted men between the ages of 18 and 40, to fight in the war. I think it’s fair to assume that many of these men and their loved ones, feared for their lives.

Fast forward to 2020 and the UK Government has asked that all of us:

  • HANDS – Wash our hands for at least 20 seconds.
  • FACE – Wear a face covering to protect yourself and others from contracting/transmitting COVID19
  • SPACE – Maintain a distance of at least 2 metres, where possible.

Log onto social media platform and you’ll see people complaining, about having to wear a face covering. I mean, when I first saw the barrage of complaints, I thought? We’re not being drafted to fight in a war! We are being asked to cover part of our faces, for our health and safety.

A few days after, I visited my local supermarket and a random person walked in shouting, ‘The Government are liars! They want to keep us in a muzzle, its all a lie COVID19 is fake!’ They weren’t wearing a mask on and stomped around the store, with no respect for the social distancing measures in place to protect.

I don’t like wearing a facemask, but I wear one to stop myself from spreading coronavirus – as science educates us and has advised, we can be asymptomatic and transmit this virus. I wear a facemask to minimise the chance of contracting the virus from others. I repeat I do not like wearing a facemask, but I wear it to do my bit and help limit the tragic loss of life.

It’s like the ones who don’t give a fuck about others, will continue to ignore the guidelines and flaunt it online. #SayNo2Muzzles #NoMask

I know some of you reading this may find my next few sentences utterly abhorrent. However, I feel I must say this, for all those that feel a mask should not be worn, they should sign a waiver.

I must pay for a coronavirus test if I feel I have symptoms.

I do not deserve to be treated if I test positive for coronavirus/I will pay for treatment if I test positive for COVID19

I believe that these people won’t ever take this seriously until a family/friend gets the virus and it proves to be fatal.

Equally, I do understand that for the majority of the UK, we’ve been in lockdown since March 20th 2020. Feelings of restlessness and upset are beaming out and we are tired of this ongoing critical global issue.  However, the longer we have people ignoring all the safety measures in place, the longer it will take to reach the end of this crisis.

We are experiencing unprecedented times, yes! We ALL are going through it together. Please recognise it only take one #Covidiot to inspire masses of anti-maskers to ignite the spread and kill more people.

Again, I do not like wearing a mask, but I wear one for the sake of humanity.

In the 1900s* the United Kingdom drafted men between the ages of 18 and 40, to fight in the war. I think it’s fair to assume that many of these men and their loved ones feared for their lives.

‘Heal the world.
Make it a better place.
For you and for me.
And the entire human race.
There are people dying!
If you care enough for the living.
Make it a better place.
For you and for me’ Michael Jackson

Thank You 2020!

Thank You 2020!

Reflections

Around this time last year, I vowed to post a creative piece each day. I’m happy to state that I achieved that goal, surpassed it even!

I’ve created and shared 644 creative pieces with you. Ranging from love and appreciation to nightmares and the depths of hell. I’ve enjoyed the embrace of the world of fellow Creative Writers and I implore you all to continue to write and share your pieces.

Before time transitions into 2021, I wanted to take a moment to thank you. Each one of my followers, subscribers, random viewers and surely friends of our universe.

I’m forever thankful.

2020

This year has been quite challenging for me on a gargantuan scale. I started 2020 with rotten remnants of 2019 clawing away at my ankles. I tried burning the pale arms but they clung on for dear life.

June arrived and I found glimmers of hope within my heartbeats. The magical vibe I emit began to warm up once again.

Today, 31st December 2020 I can confidently say, ‘I have levelled up!’ the fuck I’m waiting to exhale in this life. I grabbed a machete and sliced the claws off my smooth ankles. (I did that in November.)  I feel I must add that while 2019 was a diabolical year, I had to wade through that bullshit to become a better woman today.

I’ll forever be thankful that our universe is plentiful.

That the crows, crow around me.

That my words inspire, anger and delight.

That my heartbeats, although temporary create powerful feelings.

That I exist in this life, in our universe, on this page.

2021

I’ll be sharing creative pieces at least once a week, preferably on a Monday! The reason for this is because I hope to develop more in-depth posts, some of which aim to help fellow Creative Writers.

‘I’m the not the highest grade of weed in the dispensary.’ – Charlemagne Tha God. But I’ll be dammed if I allow my weaknesses within my writing to hold me back. – Dame Unique

I know the world is ‘going through it,’ literally! I wish you all a Creative New Year!

Dame Unique & Crow

That’s Not My Story

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.

Block

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.

From the Files of Crow and Unique: Next Lifetime

I’ll perch on your chest and feel your heartbeats through my feet.

I’ll flutter around your mind like a humming-bird about to dip into a flower head.

I’ll dive deep down into the sea, to scoop up your waves of love.

I’ll fly beyond the perimeter of the Earth, to sprinkle my admiration directly above your layers.

Next lifetime, I’ll recognise you.

Next lifetime, I’ll hear you.

Next lifetime, I’ll see you.

Next lifetime, I’ll press my heart beside yours. We’ll beat as one.

Next lifetime, Phoenix will rise and burn out all the memories we formed in our lifetime.

Next lifetime, Crow will tear out from the heart of the Phoenix.

Next lifetime, Crow will paint every universe black.

Next lifetime, you’ll see nothing but I promise you, you’ll feel my love.

Goodnight

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.

Fan

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