Dark bloom

Stranger Scripts

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A drop,

another,

and then a million,

as the rains come crashing down

on dry hopeless soil

It tumbles in contact,

breaking the surface,

Seeps in and lodges

in between life and breathless air.

A seed from a tree,

a fruit or nut,

sitting on the surface,

by chance? I think not,

call it fate, say it was meant to be,

destiny has weaved another thread.

A bond is formed,

a sweet romance

and seed became one with drops of rain,

lifeless air their chaperone.

Life is born from chance,

as the seed cracks open,

oh the pain, but without the growth cannot be,

from chance a life is born,

sprouting from the surface,

How will destiny decide?

Is life stepped on?

Is life plucked and eaten by the beasts?

Or does it bloom from nothing but lifeless sand drops and chance?

A meeting of fates wheel,

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Psychedelic

Hands on my hip, eyes lifted up, is the sky really blue or someone spilled their cotton candy

Legs in the air, sneaks clean like a baby’s bum, are those feet or really just chicken wings?

Pillow on my lips, a knife to my neck, is this really pain or Am i psychedelic?

O.H

Crimes against paper

I had committed a lot of crimes

To murder on paper

I’d plead guilty.

Every time I picked my pen

It’s like the serial killer comes alive

Slaying without mercy

Dissecting with each blow

From social problems to why I love my cat

My wrath was swift and fast

And I had no intention to stop

I picked up the pen

Ready for my next kill!

Serial killer on the loose

And this time it’s legal.

Night walker.

I walked into the diner hands in the air, pretending to adjust ginger locks of hair, my red short plaid skirt did a turn in attempt to hold my hips intact. I saw heads turn, lots and lots of them.

I dropped my hand, straightened my back and proceeded to catwalk down the diner , just right the end, close to the bar but a little bit out the back. As my two little toochies touched the hard leather chair, I scanned the room, every face, every turn, their eyes, facial gesture, the line that trains down their lips. I took in every detail and I could read their thoughts 💭 see their minds.

The elderly man right out south had me in his hands, skin searching for what seems lost.

Far north towards the door a rather younger man with hands trying to hide a boner. I scoff at him and he throws a shy smile and bows his head.

All men are pathetic hungry souls ready to ravish whatever they can lay their hands on.

Even the 9 year old boy by his mum, his eyes still traced through the outline of my thighs, hands rubbing together as shy and as dirty as he is. Their animalistic behavior have been excused too many times than it should.

I stood, adjusted my skirt a bit higher, just to put them on climax. I catwalked my way out the dinner as slowly as I could, picking out facial expressions and racing breathes, fondling fingers and the wide grins.

I laughed out in satisfaction !

Pure Orgasm.

Scorpion

What it means to be a Scorpio is fire and ice

It is the ever roaring of emotions and the superpower to maintain a resting face so delicate you radiate the peace you seek…

It is the inconsistence of interest yet maintaining focus to finish projects…

It is being broken down by every thing possible and still being able to walk like your legs don’t hurt…

It is the whole world labeling you a cock and you remaining human.

It is dark negative energy surging in you, it is you still buying your neighbor a cup of coffee.

What it means to be a Scorpio

It is life after death!

It is the resurrection of fallen dreams and assurance of success

What it means to be a Scorpio

It is me and everyone else who bears this sign

Just living.

The men that swore to love you

The men that swore to love you

They are here asking for their gifts back

They chant in unison a Carmel’s back is broken, she needs to see a doctor

A man owns all

The men that swore to love you

They are here, one is with his bottle, the cripple, the power craving and the chief priest.

Where are you ?

There is a reconciliation of angered spirits

The men that swore to love you

Sang music to impractical rhythms

They spat promises into the air

As your name escaped their breathing

The men that swore to love you

Their wives are here, some chanting curses

And others pleading to have them back

Ifeatu The virgin,

Ifeatu the mother of many children

Ifeatu the deacon

The men that swore to love you

They stroked your hair as they helped you push your children into the sewers

The men that swore to love you

They were no more to be found

When ifeatu the great fell back

Bed ridden from her sins

The men that swore to love you

Love you no more.

Hidden beneath

I hide it so well

My scars

What scars?

The one under my eyes from sleepless nights

The one inside my soul inflicted by the past

The one that has got my back bent and my head down

The one father took his time to make ripe.

I hide it so well

My scars

What scars?

SIMPLY NUMB AND AT PEACE

I am not afraid anymore

Of waking up a bit late for my class

I am not afraid of the silent screams in my heart

I am not afraid of the two strangers that has been tailing me down the street 2am at dark

I am simply numb

I am not afraid anymore

I have seen hell and dined with it

I am not afraid I have met the devil and converse with him

I am not afraid I know my limits and my demons within

I am not afraid but simply at peace

I am not afraid anymore

This happens when the world shows you everything before fifty

I am not afraid anymore I almost died at 6

I am not afraid i have reached the edge of the world and still lived

I am not afraid anymore

Really, not totally

But unlike before I have come to learn acceptance and treaty

Learned to know when to call a truce and live life as it is

I am not afraid anymore, I have just only experience beyond dreams

And I am not afraid anymore because I know what will be will be

And as the reaction with life goes

It will give me only what I give

Nothing less, nothing more

Just a little bit of everything.

O.H

Narcissist Feed.

I looked out my window

as my mind does its usual travel

From past to past and ultimately in a circle

A circumference of substantial regret

I bit down on my lips

as the bile rushed to my throat

How did I get here empty and full of regrets

Unfortunately I always end up giving my love to those who need it for them

Their own selfish use

my hearts pounds as I listen to the couple quarrel next door

Do they know that they are leading each other to alter doom

How do I get home

Where I am right now is lost, a paper town and I want out

It’s funny how fast hope can be killed,

but I had so much of it, I kept up the pace of giving more as soon as I was shut down

Maybe I should take my own advice, my love, my hope

and just bury them deep within myself

I am tired of being others life force

So what do I answer when that very nosy neighbor ask how are you?

I did look them straight in the eye and say slowly and steady

“I am not fine, I am tired and everyone keeps draining me, they keep sucking my leftovers, I am drained and I am empty”

Then walk into my room and lock the doors behind them

Because really everyone would ask but it’s just courtesy,

no one really cares and they have just their shit to take care of

The whole fucking world is crawling with narcissist and I am their steady feed.

O.H

LETTER TO MY FATHER

Hi its me again, remember me? the sperm that shot up your darling wife’s uterus. The wife you promised eternity.
Hi its me again, and I damn well know I have introduced myself but let me eat my cake and have it, or I can’t have this too? like the happiness you promised us that ran further away the moment you told us of his visit.

For the third time hi father, remember me ? I have replayed this scene in my head over and over and over again, the look in your face and the speed my heart would run.

I have just one question, I know you would be expecting more, But I have just one.

Do you regret having me? having us? getting married? And yes I know I said just one but goddamn it, with how many strings you have pulled, how could you expect just one.

And yes I see your hands clinched by your side, but I dare you.. I God damn dare you to lift one finger on me. this is not the child you once pat to bed or the little kid that whimpered when you picked up your belt to teach a lesson

Hi. This is me, the strong woman you raised. Yes this is me, her strengths built from your lies and deciet. Yes this is me and this is what I have become.

A fearless lioness molded and formed from the ashes of a broken coward who litters a loving family with shame and his ungroomed pride.

Yes this is me and I dare you, I dare you to shut me up this time.

My heart broken and spat  out from my mouth, is it fair that after you have made me lose hope on the male gender, I’d have to lose hope on humanity too.

And I have to listen to this same words from society, “don’t mind her, she got daddy issues”. And I wonder to myself maybe they are right, I do have daddy issues. But I am not the one with the problem, it is you. 

You who have refused to see reason, but chosen to neglect a family that have done nothing but love you, if I am this much traumatised, I fear for my little  brother, who is just figuring out that his father might be a lunatic.

And even right now. I have spat enough poison to cover up the little pride you hold high, like a peacock without wings, you wont soar high but it is certain, it is certain that you will rip what you sow.

Hi! Its me father

Yours truly

Your seed.