@Blackween
@Blackween
Be Your Own Kind of Beautiful Dear Diary, Silence has fallen on my pens for two weeks. My ink has been drying up or regrouping itself from the delicate corners of my oftenly bleeding heart. I have seen all sorts of dawns that transitioned to different sort of days. There has been the ones that the fog cleared as soon as the morning sun yellowed the sky bright and others that have seen the mist hover over my being till dusk. Emotional triggers have showed up in…
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Checking On Myself Dear Diary, The strings that play my soul when negative vibes are in control are sitting in a lonely corner. Today, peace is sitting with me. We have been engaging in these short interactions but I know it will be impactful. A smile will find my face because of this. It shall stretch the edges of my stiff lips and leave a happy curve. The sun still rose in the East as it always does and will disappear in the West later today. It has sat high in the blue…
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Mother's Day Blues I typed this two days ago and it has been sitting in my drafts as I tried to bring myself into sharing it. *Flashback!* I am a thirteen year old skinny looking tomboy. Mischievous and but also exceling in school. My obsession with reading has contributed loads to my vocabulary making English a favourite. Because of this, recently I earned the most expensive I have ever owned and right away gifted it to her. She adjusts something as I gawk on her through…
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Breath Woman! Dear Diary, The weight of my unborn words is currently suffocating my constant escapism from writing. This ink on your screen has requested to be the balm for my open wounds in an attempt to mitigate their bleeding pain. Speak! These pens keep saying. And speak this way I must as my tongue rarely moves when I am in pain. The day is aging too fast and the red earth is wet from intaking the sky's tears all night long but the morning fog has refused to hand in the…
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Reminiscent Midnight Love This freewrite can be whatever the reader in you sees fit. I have been denied access to my poetic side by so many excuses so when this started flowing, I was whisked away to a place a part of me calls home. Share your thoughts :) I could say anything about anything It would be to confess about the Crippling audacity of her memories Clinging on my broken heart The way that disarming curve that is her smile Creeps on my loneliest thoughts I would…
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Owning Dark Thoughts Dusk gets here and the night folds the day into nothingness and before the crickets share their opinions, the devil has already claimed a dormant piece of my agonising soul and reinstated dark thoughts. A replay of the words of men cut through the skin to knife my ego and the smoke drags out of the blunt ready to annihilate my lungs and leave me numb, for the mind has always found the need of dilutable pain unnecessary worthy of a quick fix and fast…
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Of Bittersweet Rants Dear Diary, I have peeked outside my bedroom window to ask May's morning fog for a break but my freezing feet tell me it might take a minute. The mind is scattered in small uncooperative groups and I am hoping writing can be the magnet that aligns everything. The ears have discovered a vast world of good music. A remedy for those yearning to heal. The soul has always been one with rhythms and melodies. Vibrating to the core and with every poetic spill,…
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Crooked Smile Dear Diary, May is unfolding in a foggy morning outside. Laundry is smiling at me from one corner of my bedroom and I am being held hostage by my warm beddings. The smile on my face is rare nowadays but I am glad it found it's home this Sunday. My feet still have beef with me from yesterday over a walk that came before a family lunch with the brood. It has been months. Corona. My bruised wallet. My dysfunctional mode. The sun was out after days of heavy…
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Woman, Just Write! There is something about someone making an effort to gift you with something then you finding out hours later because life. Well, I found out earlier today that I won 100 POB thanks to a soul just looking to encourage people to write and probably writers to polish whatever magic their pens have. For most writers, writing is just like a second language. They wield fluency just like they would a shield and they are the ones blocking the writers block.…