A sweetie pie with fire in her eyes
Blue to Black
The deafening silence lingers between my ears and heart Redundant reviews seeking a revelation, that ceases to exist His blue eyes darkened to black and his heart followed
I can feel the winter through my cuirass as we wait outside. The sound of the cold air makes the city appear lifeless. In my nervous calamity I can’t help but to slightly stroke both my kopis. I glance at the shield I carry and start to fall into nostalgia. I often wonder what my mother was like in battle and if I truly measured up to her skills. She is a legendary warrior to generations and a God to others. I can only hope that because I have her blood in my veins that I carry the same strength and intelligence she once did; that left this world breathless. I have heard countless stories of the enemies she has vanquished and the symbol of love she became to the universe. I presume there truly is nothing of equal value than the love from a woman’s heart. I was told that I was premature by 2 months and she lost her first fight. I often feel plagued that my birth meant her death; perhaps that’s why my father abandoned with a island of strangers. Sure, they cared for me but there’s nothing like the feeling of missing your parent’s love, your parents presence whether it is to mold you into a wonderful human being or to destroy you; I think it is better to at least know that to be left so unmolded. Everyone’s parents mold them out of clay and breathe life into them so easily; but I am so unsure of where I stand. My only options of my parents are the great stories I am told and I have no idea if I will truly measure up.
Blind censorship is the death of an educated writer and an educated reader. Life is filled with one tribulation after another and the raw experience will often be censored; instead of discussed. Bandaids over bullet wounds are not beneficial to anyone but the aggressor while the victim ends up feeling gagged. The blind censorship subconsciously tells the aggressor “as long as no one sees” and lets the community sit on their Sanzaru thrones; like Mizaru, Iwazaru and Kikazaru rolled into one person per person.
I dedicated a lot of time to put this together and when I released my harsh experiences of how I had been treated; my work was blindly censored. I sent my piece to several colleagues, friends and peers because I wanted a genuine reaction to my writing. It was described as raw and very honest. This piece was rejected several times and silencing a conversation. Blind censorship is like putting a bandaid over a bullet wound; so I apologize to readers if this article veers off in a way that pulls you from my experiences that I am sharing to the world so let others know that they are not alone.
All lies beget lies The darkness is where your truth resides Next to my heartbeat You’ve become the air I breathe Endless cycles of us
Racially not belonging
I recently took a chance on something that made my heart flutter and the wings beat me to death. I’m an entertainer. I believe in bringing smiles and laughter to life because I am too aware of how difficult life can truly be. We all pursue dreams and endure intense tribulations; but my path is my path. When I chose acting, I chose a world of chaotic happiness. I work incredibly hard to build my career at least until an accident I had that altered my course temporarily. I taught myself how to walk again without my doctors because unfortunately the doctors I was assigned to held an disdainfully supercilious nature to me as a patient. My medical insurance was exhausted and all I had was me. I went from having a cane to walking, pole dancing, rock climbing, kungfu and more. Obtaining the fancy luxury of having an agency is not an easy task. You have to play match maker with yourself and hope that the other person likes you. It is a far more intense version of going out on auditions. I have the twisted luck of being prominent; and not always for a good reason.
Burned for her
Connected at words and music; like gold A sweet future between us, untold Late nights, dinners & lounging, love behold Daytime panty pulling & kisses, love grows
Peace in our death
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances