I ain’t that.
I ain’t down with that.
I ain’t calling that.
I ain’t that.
Fuck it!
You’re a piece of shit.
I don't write. I create.
I ain’t that.
I ain’t down with that.
I ain’t calling that.
I ain’t that.
Fuck it!
You’re a piece of shit.
Tell me what’s up?
Tell me what you want from me?
Tell me how happy you are?
Tell me why you smile every day?
Tell me who labelled you amazing?
Tell me if I’m ever wrong?
Baby girl!
I love you.
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Don’t 079ME when I reach the outta stars.
You know who now? I don’t know the fuck who you are.
Statement. Period.
I stayed indoors.
Indoors I stay! I wish for forms of normalcy to resume.
I can tell you about the blue buckets I have in my bathroom.
They’re filled with love.
At night I wander the streets and sprinkle hearts on all things green.
A bucket here, a bucket there, you know what I mean.
But where do they come from?
I can’t share that information on my blog.
Remember when we…erm…you know?
I heard from a bird that sang the sweetest notes.
I never stopped to record it, although I recall it was a moment ago.
A problem shared is a problem halved.
A heart opened is a form of love life carves.
A blessing on Sunday is like a blessing any other day.
A life that connects with yours forms a part of your destiny, I’d say.
A kiss under the glow of the full moon when it’s pink, is the perfect setting for new love, I think?
A dream so stunning it feels real enough to touch, is a dream worth chasing if it’s not too much to ask?
A corrupt mindset will emit waves of negativity, basking a lone heart in falsity.
Eventually, love will burst open, breaking free into reality, causing the lone heart to crack and fragment, piece by piece in glorious actuality.
Hey friend! How are you today?
I wonder if you could help me, please?
I have this idea that transpired from an arm stretch, and I wish to bend tomorrow.
I want it to curve and wrap itself around me, as I know it will be tremendous and meshed into the sea.
Tonight I’ll pick five stars from our wealthy universe; I’ll ground them with my elbows and sprinkle them all over your house.
Join me now.
Doll Face
Perfect hair.
Dazzling smile.
Vibrant eyes.
Peachy cheeks.
Call her pretty, call her sweet.
Sugar and spice and everything nice
But that’s overused clichés.
All of the above.
The piercing of my gum started a few days ago.
New hole you made and pushed through baring your head.
Ouch!
You’re huge and annoying.
When will you leave me alone?
Like the storm, be gone! Be gone!
Wise wisdom be gone!
‘Indoors, indoors, indoors!’
‘Crow, it’s for the benefit of all.’
‘Indoors, indoors, no more!’
‘Crow, it’s for the good of human-kind.’
‘Indoors, indoors, I hate these walls.’
‘Crow, you picked the colour, remember from before?’
The little blackbird ruffles his feathers in his spot on the corner of their kitchen table. He looks longingly out of the window and snarls, ‘Fucking panic-buyers, there wasn’t any chicken nuggets left!’ Unique turns off the saucepan that now has heated baked-beans, mushrooms and onions inside. ‘Crow, we’ll be fine. We have chickpea-chick’n for tomorrows dinner.’
‘Indoors, indoors, indoors! No more indoors, no more.’
Unique serves up two bowls of mashed potatoes, beans, mushrooms, onions and a sprinkle of sesame seeds. Places the dishes onto the table, Crow grumbles and whispers, ‘I wanted roast chicken!’ Unique rubs his left cheek and prompts him to try his first meat-free meal.
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I want to fly far away.
I want to go.
It was delivered at 11:11 to my penthouse apartment.
I received the box and felt a sense of unease; it was blue, my favourite colour. But you never knew this, no one knew.
The box was velvet, which is a texture that makes my skin tingle. I hate it.
I sign for the box. Unique Dame.
I open it up and there it is, you did it.
I can’t say I’m proud of you. I wish you would leave me alone.
Well, leave me be. I’m happy.
When I said, I want your heart, not your money – I never meant your actual heart.
I assumed you were non-committal, and it would encourage you to disappear.
Crow had warned me months before, and he said: ‘Unique, your use of words can confuse the average man.’
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@Dame_Unique
Pressing the toggle button on my life. Saying, ‘hmm,’ each time a new result is generated. #MaslowEffect
08/08/2018, 04:50
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