| Its been a few years since I've actually felt like writing something. so here it goes. I'm sure I'll be rusty. |
Let my bleedI cut myself but you've left me bleeding. You sing the same sad song, my body is wreathing. I turned away from you, can't you see my hearts not beating. How did I become so unkind? I'm not who I used to be in my minds eye. No emotion touches me, but I continue to cry. I feel like I've become more than just me. I'm me and me and me times three. Each one run in opposite directions, wanting to flee. I'm neither here nor there nor anywhere. I can be kind then cruel then justly unfair.Let my bleed
A tale of lies long agoStrolling along the sands of time, hand in hand and eye to eye By: Shonte BlancoA tale of lies long ago
“I love you, Shonte,” he said while lying next to me on the sandy beach of Waimea. “I love you, too” I smiled with eyes closed. How did we get here? Just yesterday we made a month, but it feels like we’ve be together for an eternity. Or maybe we knew each other from a past lifetime. Because like a married couple we argue, sometimes we doubt, we spend, we cherish, we make love, and we live. There’s never been a moment in this faithful month that I will forget. Especially that first day we met.
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Screams shaped like daggersThe anger boiled over the top of my head and spit out of my ears as I sat on my bed. My fist clenched tightly and my face grew red with heat. A voice echoed over and over again deep within me. That voice belonged to my mom. She was growling at me to shut up and that I was such a bitch. I had to find a way to make her stop. But there was something stuck in my throat. It made it hard to breathe, hard to speak. I took a long breath in and out it flew like razor sharp daggers. “Fuck you, you’re the bitch!” I shouted, and then I started to just screScreams shaped like daggers
Lost ChildhoodI walk outside one dimly lit evening. As I pull the clothes off the line I see the wooden swing rocking in the wind under the lychee tree, I think to myself. Where did my childhood go?Lost Childhood
I remembered living in a house quite like the one I live in now with a huge lychee tree in the backyard with a swing attached to it by rope. I remember swinging alone under its shaded branches and smelling the peculiar aroma the emitted from the red fruits. The dirt under my feet was a little muddy from the rain that poured early in the morning, but cracked from the heat the sun was now producing th
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