Tag: InMyFeelings

Wednesday Welp

I messed up yesterday, the day before that and last week if I’m being honest – a matter of fact.

I was supposed to be working on three short stories, but I’ve been doing nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

I’m constantly bombarded with the problems of others and it drains my energy and blocks my creative output.

It’s easy for many to say, ‘Don’t answer the phone, ignore them!’ but it’s hard for me to do. I realise now, I’m going to have to if I want to succeed in this life.

This is crazy, I try to be here for everyone, but it ends up meaning that I’m never here for myself.

In Other News: I Miss You

I miss your face

Your voice

Your sex

I miss your number because the law states always delete an ex

I miss you!

In other news, I remember when you stared into my eyes and lied

I remember when you silenced your voice, silent abuse made my love subside

I recall sex was? I don’t remember

Who the fuck were you? Dinner companionship last December? Nah!

You were, are and always will be a bitch!

I forgive you not, because forgiveness makes me slip…into the realm of your nonsense, remember you had no sense. Immune to my plight of neglect, yeah, your emotions were senseless.

In other news: I now know how to read minds.

PhD: 3 Days

For three whole days, I’ve been feeling down, low, lethargic!

I’m not sure what caused this, but I remember where it started – three days ago!

I woke up and thought, ‘Meh!’ in fact I may have made the sounds to go with it.

For months I’ve been trying to write a short story, it’s in my head. I know everything about the character, but I can’t get her to speak. She’s a devious woman, don’t feel sorry for her.

I guess it set it further and deeper than before, my PhD is now HD, and I feel the pressure even more.

All I wish to do is improve upon my grammar and punctuation, the way I speak words with my voice, my pronunciation and elocution. I know my strengths, my weaknesses, my opportunities and threats! I know my friends from my foes, to the superheroes above me.

I see my pathway, my purpose and feel my heart roar inside of me.

Little did I know that I would fall in love with the pen.

Blue ink pressed on paper, with Crow as my main friend.

I feel the jagged edges of the mountain pierce my skin, I know the literary world was destined for me – the only world I fit in.

I don’t speak much about how I feel, or why I feel how I feel when I do. Because people often hurt me and I don’t want people to form part of you!

I know myself.

I hear my mind and see the clarity within my heart.

I know Creative Writing is the only writing I’ll love eternally every part.