I don't write. I create.
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.
Almost daily I miss our bond.
I love you and I’m sorry we never remained friends.
I know in my heart we were bought together to educate specific areas of my life.
I know in my soul that were it not for your presence, I would never have levelled up!
You may never reach out following our last conversation. However, if you did? Know I’ll be happy to hear from you.
I may never contact you in this world. However, take comfort in the fact that I want to.
I’m in a place where my thoughts are valued and my points are understood. I’ve found a space for my creativity to thrive and for my heart to expand with joy.
I have a bounty of gratitude I reflect upon daily.
Our initial bond gave birth to a whole new universe and I’ll forever remain dedicated to the gift. Your role in this has been noted and tears have fallen.
Avo.
Your blue eyes are kind and peaceful.
I find peace in your sky-blue eyes.
There’s something about you that intrigues me so.
There’s everything about you, I wish to know.
I will know.
I will know.
I will know.
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.
I wholeheartedly trust in our universe.
Womb flutters.
DNA blend and match.
Fuelled growth with nourishment.
Blessings to the world from our universe.
Your little brown eyes are everything.
♥️
I’ve evolved.
Seat.
Hugs.
Kisses.
Space.
Us!
Us!
Us!
♥️
You are macho.
That I agree.
You speak all adventures.
I’ve seen nothing of value.
To reply.
I’m looking at it.
I’ve been tormented by your silence.
Incapacitated by your love.
Lost time over how you’ve treated me.
Scars on my arms and etched into my mind.
I never asked for this. I only wanted to love and be loved.
When you don’t like an action I’ve taken, you impose an order of silence.
I wait anxiously to discover the consequence.
I lay beside you, awake.
You hold me tightly and whisper.
Inside I’m broken.
Inside I’m broken.
Inside I’m broken.
I wake up and you’ve made breakfast.
You’re happy! You kiss me.
I’m confused.
Did you not?
Did we not?
Did I not?
Your body embraces mine on a sunlit balcony.
I want to feel bliss. But fear races through me.
Why am I afraid of you?
The morning is the day after the night before.
#LoveDrought plays 💙💙💙
RIP
To the one (I) lived with little ignition.
Mrs Pepperdew peppered you with spice.
Mrs Pepperdew peppered you how nice?
Mrs Pepperdew flummoxed you each time.
Mrs Pepperdew connected you through rhyme.
Mrs Pepperdew sang to you, with aromatic spices.
Mrs Pepperdew convinced you that you could sing. But Mrs Pepperdew mocked you, as crow swooped in, ripped your tongue out and tossed it into the fire.
It snapped, it crackled, it fizzed, and it banged.
Mrs Pepperdew sang and she sang, and she sang!
I died 1st
I woke, I worried, I wondered, I fed.
I worried more.
I pondered.
I identified. I stressed.
I tapped, I thought.
I cried. I cried. I imploded, I scowled.
I was vex.
It was a mess.
You had lied.
I dispatched our connect.
She died 1st.
#Poetry #CreativeWriting
I received a silent text message thanking me for my contribution.
It never beeped, but I bleeped!
Fuck you! Obscenities monitored and wiped out.
Gee, declarations were live – attributing delusion to the success.
I received a silent text message, it read:
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