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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.

Rhetoric

Will you join me in the bathroom? It’s the best room to be.

I’ll bath in bubbles, you’ll film me!

I want you to see my nipples through the mango burst soap suds.

You will film me and you won’t stop until I say.

Only stare into my eyes, or I’ll demand you leave right away.

Will you join me in the bathroom? It’s the warmest place to be.

I’ll press my breasts against the shower screen, I’ll press and you’ll see, that the bathroom is the greatest place to be.

Just Another Monday

The earth has spun, I’m now on the side of the sun. But the rain came down this morning and washed some debris away.

It’s a new Monday, one we’ve never had before! Isn’t this amazing?

I had oats with oat milk, and it was delightful.

I’m currently sitting in bed with my laptop on my lap. It’s cheap, but all I use is Microsoft Word.

I’m thinking about what I’m going to make for dinner, and already I know it contains broccoli.

Half the world is on the dark side now, sleeping perhaps?

I wonder why a lot of people hate Mondays?

Should we not be grateful that we’ve made it this far?

Just another Monday, you say?

I say thank you!

Cherry

Cherry in my smoothies.

Cherry on my lips.

Cherry kisses for my new love.

My new love…

The sweet sensations you deliver to me, through conversation and genuine talk.

Cherries in hand, a squeeze or two with you.

Cherry.

My future love he exists.

My heart is healing from fake love in the near past.

Love is near.

Cherry.

Sunday

They say to pray every day, especially Sunday!

But what of a day that you wish to remain uncomplicated.

What happens when you pray, anyway? Elaborate further, please?

I think aloud sometimes and alone more often than not.

I remember the last time I prayed; it was back in 2013.

Sunday is the day of rest, but where is rest found in this era?

Viruses are spreading all around us and a resolution no sooner!

They say to pray every day, come together and unite as one.

This is the day that the Lord has made.

I recall asking, begging, pleading for him to save.

I cried while holding your little body in my arms; I cried for your life; you had not been given a chance to live. I cry for your memories – Every heartbeat counts.

I knew then God only existed as a word in print.

They say to pray every day, especially Sunday!

A Fragment Lost

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.

#APrivateThought

I hate Rona’ just as much as anyone else. But Rona’s presence has caused me to start over – I now go jogging/running at least 3 days a week.

  • I read more (guess I miss being able to visit the library.)
  • I value the little things more! Far too many to list.

#Covid19Life

iRead: Waxy by Camilla Grudova

iRead: Waxy by Camilla Grudova

“The man ordered a whole Golden Syrup Toast from himself and ate it greedily, chewing with his mouth wide open in a grin. I felt ill, and never went back to that café again. It didn’t much matter, the café menus were the same everywhere:

COFFEE

GOLDEN SYRUP TOAST

BOILED TINNED MEAT WITH TOAST

The tinned meat became grey when it was boiled and made the toast all wet; most people just ordered the Golden Syrup Toast with Coffee.” – Waxy (Pg. 43 Grudova, 2017)

As a Writer, we have the super-power to create any world we wish! From the Wizarding World of Hogwarts, right through to cafes all around offering the same menu. I think it’s easy to forget that we are here to create! I inherently know I was born to create, and that’s all I do.

There are no rules to a Writers creation – You are the Creator in your world of Writing.  I want you to remember that. Even if you are only starting today, or you started a while ago, you are in charge of your creative pieces, and I implore you to create whatever you wish, in your own words.

Ted Hughes wrote Iron Man

JK Rowling created Harry Potter

Richard Siken penned You Are Jeff

And I created Exit Sasha

Creative Writing isn’t about writing for the sake of it and hoping it’s incredible. For me, it’s about writing from the heart, while remaining true to my mind. My amazing mind that produces unique pieces!

What super-powers do you possess as a writer? What advice would you share in this day and age?

I appreciate everyone who reads my blog, and I hope that you gain something positive from your visit.

Unique

Bullshit

The last record of B

Finally!

It has taken me months to delete you permanently. Your number in my phone caused me a great deal of anxiety.

We were once close – but I now accept your best facadé. ‘I could just lie to you now!’ You once said that, twice.

Only you were lying; it’s taken me forever to realise.

I trusted in you! I believed all you spoke, I lifted you high up and you gave me hope. But that was AI

You wanted to keep in touch, to have your ego regularly stroked ‘Hey Unique, how are you doing?’ Was your easiest entry.

Imagine you texted shit, to have access to me? Imagine you went from minutes to weeks – that felt like an eternity.

I do not wish you well!

I hereby retract all wishes.

I hope you drown in attention and your deceit eats into your dreams.

You may think you’re somebody now, but 7 billion people reside in our world.

Not even 0.1% know who you are*

I do not wish you prosperity as you had that once before.

You’ll never get that status again, never.

No. Not one.

Your next text will be deleted.

Unread.

Deleted.

Your negative energy is blocked, for eternity this time.

You’re fake.

Keep acting – the bathtub suits your life in the gutter.

I replay memories of your lies in action; I hear the cries and artificial stutter.

No more bullshit from you, B!

Monday

Hello Monday,

Nice to see you again!

I wish for many more to come, filled with sunshine, snow and rain.

I love the beautiful birds that sing all around.

I miss a lot of things, but staying inside is where I can be found.

#StayHomeSaveLives

Narcissist

I confess I’m a narcissist. I need to hear what I already know.

But I need you to say it, and even then I won’t go.

I must hear it from your lips, in your voice, your accent, even in a whisper.

Tell me how amazing I am!

Tell me now and tell me so.

Stroke my colossal ego and then fuck off. GO!

Wishes

I wish you did not exist.

I wish we had never kissed.

I wish you didn’t fucking lie.

I wish simple things had never died.

I wish you weren’t a fucking cunt.

I wish your life weren’t a front.

I wish you didn’t lie to me.

I trust no one now and no more I will see.

Bullshit in my view.

Sugar

Sugar poured through my DMs with offerings of joy and money.

Sugar said, ‘Unique, I want you!’

Sugar said, ‘decide now or never?’

I licked my lips and pondered about sending sexy pics. But how many pairs of boobs are available on Google?

Sugar sprinkled around my DMs offered sweet talk but no therapy.

I deleted his messages.