I don't write. I create.
Felt so drawn to a person.
Been so interested in their brain.
Fascinated by the way words flow from their mouth. Lips, I long to kiss.
From my inner core, I’m compelled to embrace you.
Though time is moving in such a manner, I feel you.
The past few months have taught me a great deal of patience and compassion, and this period has brought out a softness in my spirit that I have wholeheartedly indulged and embraced. These creative pieces will show you love in different aspects of life.
Through this narrative, I shall show you my interpretation of ‘love’ in all its shades and how, one day, something reached my core and revealed another unexplored facet of life.
Dame Unique
Like you.
I’m masked up, always masked up.
When I let it slip, my commitment to this ‘friendship’ is questioned and shunted.
You’re elated when I’m doting over you and my attention is all about you.
You have developed a taste for motivational speakers in your circles. You like playing princess and promoting your view on women catering to men.
When I’m focused on my work, you cry neglect.
Your smiles are present when I feed you.
But what of the days when I’m at a low point? You shake and shunt, I fall off, and you’re the one crying.
I had knives in my back, and tears blurred my vision as I bled out. Yet you’re upset because I hadn’t said hello.
Who can see through suffering?
May the users be strung out, stretched and covered in eggs and flour.
Leave them out, in the sun.
I reclaim my time.
May their cries be dry and muted.
Unblocked
I don’t know why.
Thoughts never stop in the mind. A place where the red light means lust and the green indicates toxins, though it’s the amber that burns through.
Anxiety is present, and my heart rate is okay.
I cry because I’m upset.
Why is this life so difficult? Creation is easy for many, yet the masses become gods of chaos and delusion.
I wish I had never met you. But, I’m also delighted I did – Without the experience, I would not compose this text.
I’m finally out of the dark, for your clouds bore stains around this sphere.
Do you remember when I taught you how to swim? You dived right in, ice reclaimed the seal.
I saw you.
Your pain, your suffering.
I felt the air slip away, though you eventually stopped begging.
Okay, I’ll admit this. Narrow passageways aren’t for exploration; they remind you that blue is a beautiful colour.
‘I’m here to protect you!’ – Future
I’m realising that I’ve been in an emotionally abusive relationship.
He’s abused me for almost seven years. I understand now why my predecessors left and why my successors will leave.
Regret is circulating through my body, wishing I had listened to myself more. For years, I have felt this deep repulsion at many actions he has taken.
Yet, like many women out there, I’ve ignored them.
‘I’ll miss you now, but you’ll miss me the rest of your life.’ – Rosie
Today, she gave herself permission to let go.
Though she felt completely dead inside, she knew that her weakness was the source of all her pain.
Today, she allowed her heart to open up and become the target. Her mind regurgitated memories of the lies he sang to her in the form of a unique connection and emotional bond.
I’m highly fascinated with ‘human behaviour’ in particular, the dregs of society who appear to have a hierarchy complex; they believe that their position in life is above education and never below the sewage level that they rest upon, in comfort and self-disgust.
There’s something very rewarding about having time to switch off and rejuvenate. I’m surrounded by vampires. Insomnia chases me most nights, yet my voice hides away in fear of my power. I’m exhausted.
‘Advice is for the weak and I’m in profit.
At the top of this tree, I sit, and no one will clock it. Day by day, I grow and swell; I understand where you stand and how deceit bloats common minds.
I’m not defined by my words, but inflation steals my time.’
DR. UNIQUE
Right now, I feel good. Thank you.
Tomorrow, I’ll feel better.
In an hour, I’ll feel restful and at peace with last weekend’s peril and demise.
I’m thankful for being taught valuable lessons and for confirmation that my spirit is centred and my moral compass is aligned with my purpose.
Tonight
My head is tired.
My thoughts are on high-speed.
Abandonment is painful.
Everyone goes, eventually.
Trust is costly, and time is a trait of age.
I’m frozen with the memory that my writing was admonished for expressing my feelings. I’m cold with the thoughts that I thought you would never behave in this way.
Even knowing my trauma, you opened the curtains and re-enacted one of the worst things anyone has ever done in my life.
He saw I was down, injured by shards of misinterpretation. No! Misrepresentation! The information was ambiguous and clearly indicated a meeting.
I bled out, and he asked, ‘What are you up to?’
Then left me there for 24hrs.
Thankfully, I managed to get help. Miraculously, I survived the night. Regrettably, I sent a text. Notably, it went unanswered. Lazily, one word was sent in response. Secretly, I pondered over my next move.
I’m awake now. I reckon I’ll be okay. My new scars cover old scars, hiding my love for the unknown and perhaps the inconsiderate.
Tears are there, and a great escape is pending, but I push back. Well, step back. This is too much.
Now he’s gone.
Today is an extremely difficult day.
I want to cry, but my tears have yet to escape.
Today, I hurt.
People make life toxic! Where do I find the flow of clarity?
I want to cry now. Please.
Crow kicked the ball; it rolled and rolled.
Crow kicked the ball, and it rolled.
The meat inside had lied. He lied!
Crow kicked the ball, and it rolled.
The softball lied.
Gas was lit beneath, and Crow danced and danced.
Strike the match and dance some more.
Crow kicked the ball, and IT cried.
Crow kicked the ball, and it screamed.
Crow kicked the ball, and it died.
And just like that, sense has prevailed, and the fog has dispersed. You should’ve made it clear, my dear. You should’ve been truthful. 📵 ‘Fuck that liar! Fuck his friends and fuck his bitch.’ – Life Mantra
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