I don't write. I create.
‘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
‘That’s not fair!’
‘What about life, is?’
You are there as a suppressant. I listen, I ingest, I digest.
My limbs aren’t getting me out of bed.
My eyes keep filling with tears and releasing streams down my face. My lips part, but my vocal cords are stiff.
My brain is screaming at me. Trapped beneath layers of your lies. Your deceit is fueled by my decline, nourished by my fear of growth. Yet you foolishly compare ‘accomplishments’ to credits you will never earn.
Crow shall not hide away.
Crow will not seal his beak.
Crow will never stand down.
Crow is forever.
Unique will not bend and serve.
Unique shall paint with every hue of blue.
Unique will speak through twisted coherence, and those who disobey will lose inexplicably.
Yes, I will console and consider. However, Crow will fly, and my voice will blend into everything.
There’s no escape.
Cry, cry, baby.
No unwanted conversations or snakes burning their eyes out to forget how amazing I am.
The haters never congratulate; the fraudsters mingle and disassociate.
The pig oinks and climaxes over a bucket of fried chicken.
The haters whisper, trying to peddle a false narrative of success.
I remain silent.
No nasal intrusions; investigating lunch. Gone for a moment are the moments of the boring asking the same question, ‘But what next?’ Inside my mind, I hear laughter – my big brown eyes ask silently, ‘Who the fuck are you?’ I smile.
I remain silent.
In the early hours of this morning, I called out to my love, and he answered.
I shouted, ‘I love you,’ he replied, ‘I love you, too.’
I remember feeling a little uneasy, but that never stopped me from expressing my love. Finally, he left out for work, and I turned my back on the window and cried.
Never before had I felt anything resembling love. Not until that moment, that is.
An excellent sentence to use and to hashtag, the sentiment of true love pulls everyone inside, and the caution of love has the love-less peering in through the open windows.
When I first heard those precious words whispered into my soul, I bore a beautiful baby.
I felt like I had to show my love, so I created love with the one who loves me the most.
Today I received a text from my love, reminding me I am loved, and love continues to flourish, even throughout the weeds of life.
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