Tag: DameUnique

YouTube

I once ?

Did absolutely nothing.

No idea what I’m even typing.

Don’t read this shit.

Imma call the police.

DAMM

I’ve got an empty bottle.

More wine in the fridge but that’s like in the kitchen.

Call the authorities!

I never watched your channel – I followed the bean.

Jack is on my ass.

Fucking giants on the gram.

Is my fridge still open?

Fuck it! The food can fade to off mode.

The wine will stay in place.

YouTube.

Ah! Fuck it.

I am Ironman.

Ted Hughes gave birth to…

Right Now

Right now I’m drinking from a tiny bottle of wine.

I have a lot on my mind.

People draining me daily, all the time.

My life is a life that is alive only sometimes.

This wine beams through me, deep through the darkness of my mind.

I call out for you! I call out for you.

Where are you? It’s late. Never on time.

Debating on life is a crime unfiltered.

I call out for you. Notifications remain muted.

The bait went stale.

Click. Click.

I’m exhausted, I miss aspects of interactions.

Reactions are volatile.

Because you always overreact – like an over sensitive weak human. Bitterness intact.

I probably shouldn’t be on my blog.

I probably should type out so many subliminals. I do. Oh! I do.

With the tiny bottle of wine, I salute you, you, you and you.

Love me, Love me Not.

The bright hue of Scarlett.

The warm scent of new.

The heavyweight of sorrow.

The belief of love renewed.

The reality of intention and deception.

The thoughts so dark and grey.

The scope of fame and fortune, with clickbait, added each day.

The whores attitude of your attitude towards my existence.

The ego you blow up and in my space, the knife stabbed through to mitigate it.

The blue blocks of builds hiding the levels of coerced promotions.

The white lines of the show you glamorise as actualisation.

The whisky you take straight on a Tuesday afternoon.

The roar from my heart at the sign of a new moon.

The rust from your mindset as it’s set in its ways.

Love me, love me not I don’t care anymore, anyway.

Friends

If you’ve not seen my WhatsApp story updates.

If you can’t see my Instagram.

If you can’t hear my tweets.

If you never receive a card this Christmas.

If your emails file straight to junk.

If your shared media has deleted and expired 30 days after deletion.

If your letters remain unopened or worse, unopened and returned.

If you try to call and can’t ever get through.

We’re not.

We’ll never be.

I’ll never seek.

I’ll never speak.

I’ll never hear.

We’ll never share a friendship again.

Dear Love

Dear Love,

I love you.

But I love the world around us even more.

I love our sky.

I love our sea.

I love the air we breathe.

I love the swans paddling by on a warm summers day.

I love the peace of mind when drama and pain fade away.

I love your eyes.

I love your mind.

I love your brain in its entirety.

I love your soul.

I love your heart.

Every heartbeat counts, no authority.

I love the way your smile beams through to my vision.

I love your warmth, including extra love only emissions.

I love your kisses.

I love your touch.

I love our love when love is never too much.

Love

Unique