Other drugs

When I got to his house I realized that it was empty.

But for some reason I felt like someone was still there, I could feel it.

I walked into the house with my guns drawn and my fingers on the trigger.

I was ready for any and everything.

I had it my mind that I would kill his sister first so that he could feel some of my pain.

Someone ran across the hallway entrance!

I fired a shot and missed!

Consequently,The noise from the gun shot made it hard to listen to his footsteps in order to see where he had gone but something told me that he hadn’t traveled far.

While I was putting together my plot, a bullet flew so close to my face that momentarily blind momentarily!

Before I could fully recover my sight I was shot in the thigh.

Overdetermined, I tried to get back to my feet but wasn’t strong enough.

It was When I felt the gun in the back of my head, that I knew it was over.

In that split second my only thought was I had let her down.

I heard the sound of the triggering clicking like it was happening in slow motion.

“This is how it’s gonna end huh” I quietly said to myself.

Suddenly, I heard a high pitched voice, screaming at me.

“Wake up!! Wake up! You sleep so fucking wild thats why we need a bigger bed! why are you looking at me like that? What we’re you dreaming about? Omg you’re so weird when you’re half asleep.”

Sunrises At The Pier

Your thoughts seemed to be distant

as I sat besides you,

cleaning your feet with the water,

awaiting the moment you’d look at me and smile

And when you did,

I froze.

So did time.

When I finally I came to,

my memories of our moments

we’re all a blur.

My spirit tells me that we were magical,

Something words will always fail in describing.

The only clear memory I have to hold on to,

is of us that at the pier,

the sounds of our voices echoing over the water,

the way the sun moved across the sky

and how smooth your skin felt against mine.

Memoirs: Checklist

Things I need while writing my first book:

1. A well functioning laptop

Because the one I have has a virus or something.

2.A well functioning lighter

Because I’m not doing this sober all the way through.

3.A well functioning, and well nurturing woman

Because Writing heightens my sensuality

4. A well functioning imagination

Because imagination is everything

Memoirs: Supreme 

And as the world around me began to fall apart.

The world within me was finally coming together.
I started to wonder less and explore more,

The sun rays seemed to shine like gold and the moon was always full.

Often I’d ask myself questions while alone in my room: 

How long has life been this beautiful? 

Why do I feel so infinite? 

Have I been creating these words? 

Or have these words been creating me?

Each answer birthed new questions 

Sunrise’s By The Pier

I see the sun..and it makes me want to elevate 

So that I  could share it’s energy 

And help the world melinate 

I often wish I’ll  learn to fly 

While transforming into a butterfly 

These dreams I have were made to share 

Which is why I’m elated that you’ve made it here 

I’ll show you all you came to see

Just promise that you’ll stay with me 

Memoirs: Decisions

This time around I decided that I wasn’t going to let myself get stressed or burned out.

I decided that I would let old wounds heal before I put myself at risk of gaining more.

I decided to take a break whenever I needed one.

Most of all, I decided that I  didn’t have to do it alone