Blunt

“Are you in my bedroom… are you, are you…”

Listening to Teddy Swims reminds the pleasure that is taken when someone takes something never intended when you invite them in; beware. Caution. Think twice and ask, “Do we?*”

Before the assumption becomes, this should be welcomed. The question.* Think twice.

The person chosen is the person that is supposed to bring peace. Safety, comfort, reassurance. Funny this can be misconstrued easily. The commonly referred, “live, love, happiness” is this. All these feelings should come with a space that doesn’t bring nerves panic. Before someone else comes through that threshold make sure there is a conversation that makes sense. Be clear. Be direct. Be upfront.

Where are you in your relationship?

Are you both mentally healthy? And this one can be a loaded question. It may take some time together to figure out whether that means you live apart or not until reassurance can promise a home.

When you look at someone you have communicated love to, is it going to hurt to see them give physical affection to someone else? Most likely, yes. No matter what we all claim, the answer is yes. It is never about insecurities. It is rarely about stance, position, or accomplishment. And it is always about love.

“Do you love me?” That awkward conversation that builds tension. Plateau. Think back. Where in that anticipation was it ever thought that the conversation would ever actually give you the love story? You missed it when you pushed it. Live to the fullest. Cliche. But is it? ‘Think again.’ Give it back, the hope and the promise that life was meant to hold spontaneity gone out the window. Chuckles can find someone outside a memory that is never meant to leave a bad feeling in the response to a memory that isn’t theirs but pleasant to love itself.

Remember when as a child it never mattered what any of it meant. Innocence: ignorance must be bliss. Figures. If only it could be taken back.

Maybe it can. Coming to know yourself and fully knowing yourself can be that innocence relived. Knowing exactly what you want, how you feel, how you think, what you accept/what you do not, and being able to communicate as much will always give that innocence a place in essence. Helps that it makes it easier to know better for yourself what love should feel like when you have it because you can actually see it when it’s time to see it. That way it surprises you in a breathless realization the way it is supposed to. Don’t sell yourselves short. Love doesn’t have to cost a thing.

Let’s cut the bullshit…

“Impressions can be everlasting enough to end up the same way you came into the world…”

“…alone.”

Kissy-kissy, boo-boo.

Vibrations

Separate the generations, if you had to. Again, it’s only repetitive to you if you listen too closely because blank open space is so much better than envisioning perfection destroyed in front of you.

The disappointment in a heart fallen to walks all over the pavement. Rolls on productions. Heavy set in a move to move the heart. He wanted me hurt. This is it. What if I back it up? That I want, I want, me. No one can have me. The man, the thug. He was supposed to be sweet. Save the women. Save the children. Save us all. It’s not that deep, don’t listen.

Thank God it doesn’t matter, freedom. Hearing vibrations that hurt when they aren’t want where the heart hurts. Breathe. It’s close. I don’t want this to hear you but if it does, I hope you’re fine.

Protect your heart. Love yourselves. Don’t let go and think lashing out means the same love when you speak love and it turns out it’s there. Save and protect. Give peace. Don’t hurt. Let the pain go.

It’s right there. The ties, the strings, the ropes, the cable, and the chain. I couldn’t take it. Please. Beg, quietly. So loud you’re breathless and you can’t suffocate enough. Suffering is a means to someone else. He took me from me, and me twice in myself in an extension that is worth a generation.

Love yourself ladies, I know I do. I love me again. It feels fitting. I am pressed though. This is a matter.

Signed, a lady

•Listen•

The word to spell is on an App game that I do not need to go into. Wordle. To sound in my head. I’m going to go check. Excuse me ✌️🤞

Echo, bro. Echoes. To the shower.

Straight Face

When finding the face on the page takes away from how you feel about your own in the mirror, just remember, “you are beautiful.”

Noise

“It’s a hop and a skip, baby. Call Kip because Michael has no wings for an Angel. Center City is only a stop for the ones stuck, go out to the peace. Meet Ohio, Youngstown. Mimi is posted. But can you meet her? Probably not. Not unless you bring the magic. Glamour the bitch then, give her an illusion. You will never see me. Make that movie. Bitch, ya’ll are extras. Welcome To My Life. That’s MTV, isn’t it? Oh? What the fuck, YOUTUBE… MySpace is blowing Tinypic… tell AIM Messenger, I keep records. Acting up, I warned him. Oh, Christy Lord, Almighty. Amen or whatever. Shit, rooms. You bitches.”

I have got to go, it is all noise.

Just Because

Listen to:

‘“She said clean your room.”’

Somewhere in the world someone thought that.

This wasn’t even the half of it.

This came at a price, and it is paid on time if I get it there, which I do. It was never easy to roll down the street with change until routes started recognizing we needed to get there. Buses are not a hood move. It’s responsible to realize the relaxation travel can give you. A card that fits colors red, white, and blue are fit for a dollar on the bus any way you want to go by zone, but the plastic will only charge you normal. Processing through thin air should not cost a cent. “Air Rights.” They may have heard that too between whispers on the lane that did not change the changed.

“Take to the streets.”

“But in which way do you mean?” How many variations come from this sentence. It is direct in thought; it is blue, but it is print in settlement to simple content. Black hard lines structurally thinned cobble across marble, if such a thing.

“Peculiar.”

“Who is who?” ‘Find you,” smirked.

Don’t worry, the account is closed and has been for a while. It is wonder why.

There’s an order that takes transactions across offices and institutions that make sure you know where you’re going. When you go to the Post Office, they got you for $15.00 to verify where your money order goes. It is an easy pay for a huge payout, but you shouldn’t need it. And even better when a friend helps you out on a technicality it can be an annoyance; irritations… family ties in a place that no one owns and it is nonstop begrudging eye points.

‘What is up with this washer… great.’ Everyone feels it. Water. ‘That too.’ We are all thinking it.

“Ugh, great.”

“What?”

For $50.00 you can be a bad bitch and thank a friend for completing something you don’t want to.

“Fucking washer broke and it had some fucked water just chilling in it with the most annoying problem with Iron…”

‘Wait, was it?’

Hmm, whatever. It needed balance. Don’t need to really listen, “just do it.”

***It is that disrupted conversation because there is no one there. Straight face.***

Floors always have this space; you staring back at yourself, “does it ever just stop giving headache vibes?”

Ugh, blue lines with suggestions. Annoyance. One. Blank. It is empty. ‘Guess there’s space."

Which one…

gives me the me back I need.

In a picture, seen as split makes no sense to characteristics fit into one personality. Aspects. Be both.

Listen ladies, ladies listen. Close it down. Both are me. Both of you are you. Tad bit in fun when the responsibilities have been taken care for the month, giving the doctor a wake up call. Ring, ring.

Friends can be a nice distraction from the usual step on the eve where nothing takes more than respect to give back; this. Memories. Promises. It can be haunting if you do not follow through, but space can be necessary in personal strife that ring, rings. And rings, until it doesn’t ring anymore. Receiver interrupted. It can be a good thing.

‘Find you. Don’t lose sight.’

Bye, Bye, Bye - it can be a tie cut for a bunch of Marionettes that deserve the stage when a Burlesque tap on the floor and ground hits so hard the masses all want in. If there was a red, yield, green hot spot for a group that forgot what was important it would be a band that is acknowledged access.

“Where is the alcohol?” ‘Bottoms up.’ But not for everyone, and that’s okay. It just means it was acknowledged upon entry. DECISIONS, DECISIONS. Acknowledge boundaries.

Ding*

The Check Before the Reck

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Welp, no sex in that encounter means sleep for the next eight hours with no disruptions. Ahh, relaxation following responsible counts in alcohol. 👌

Pleasure

Disclaimer: there are no subliminal messages implying directions for others in any of the writing on this page.

Walk it like I talk it, a “G” thing that comes with articulations where heard is the movement that comes with the encounter. Oops, giving to the “good boy” does not come easy with a bark but a bite and a release that walks to the shower. Please me out the head without commitment but a charge that finishes to a climatic plateau giving slight sounds through the window to a fully empty occupied parking lot; hearing sounds can be its deciding factor. Finish, finish where?

There is no promise in commitment that comes in secret whispers, are you his? There is no status to relationship on social media where he hides. Ladies, ladies. Block out the sounds. When you encounter a stroke that pleases complexities that hinder success, give a grain in salt to the taste and pick your own ass up – take you back from a thief that wants what you have in their own walk that does not belong in their step, unless it does. Smirk. Talk the truth; they want us. All of us and they will do everything in their power to take it no matter the cost. Even if it costs them themselves. This much has been seen.

Decisions, decisions lead to choices in resignation to give a path that is taken in heart, lived in memory, but left to its frame periodically remembered when presented in its nostalgic ambiances. The desire for self has taken over. Want, necessities; desirable pursuits that come with more than comfort.

TAKE TWO

Walk it like I talk it, a “G” thing that comes with articulations where heard is the movement that comes with the encounter.

{Witty yet off key to a stroke, this is what is meant: personal intrigue to cause a little laughter in a mathematical play on words within grammar that speaks much to a personality developed over time in areas ranging demographics never to meet until later find collision and impact that doesn’t come from physicals. Finesse in eye candy, guarded touch; that simple.}

Oops, giving to the “good boy” does not come easy with a bark but a bite and a release that walks to the shower.

{Smirk. The sick truth to a single, independent woman is the choice that every woman should have to be with whomever they please, BUT… here is the thing, when a man knows something before making it to the bedroom their mannerisms seem to be adjusted to “game” (their way of appealing to a woman). This doesn’t have to be wrong or suspicious. Most times it is though. “The good boy” move. It is the most annoying move that usually ends up in an “eyebrow” raise except it can be misleading to assume that it is what brought the panties down to the floor. Usually, it is personal. Selfish. Needy. Yearning in one thing: physical intimacy. This though, takes more a toll than the decision to walk away. No one needs a memory like that.}

Please me out the head without commitment but a charge that finishes to a climatic plateau giving slight sounds through the window to a fully empty occupied parking lot; hearing sounds can be its deciding factor.

{Ironic, dark humor calls for an explanation after anti-climatic finishes. Duh, the woman is the most complicated creature alive when it comes to their soft spot between the legs. Most likely, she did not finish. There is no taking it home unless she takes that walk to the shower… head. Showers. Eyes that way. Vibrators are a good backup. RIGHT THERE, what is the point to even invite anti-climatic frustrations into the bedroom. There isn’t. But who wants to be alone? Even worse when men think they gave the pent-up kickback from her hips. Honey, no. She is frustrated. Control problems left and right. Where it is impossible somewhere in the day… it is inside her, ready to bust. Try stroking her mind with care and affection. Give a shit or don’t even bother to entertain her because you may. Just not the way that was thought. Simple.}

Finish, finish where?

{Sheets. Mouth. Floor. Chest. Belly button, watch this area if he has you on his mind twice. Here’s a secret for those in that place - (and for those diabolical women, do not try this at home or anywhere else because you know better than anyone else. YOU DO NOT WANT TO BIRTH A CHILD FROM SOMEONE YOU DO NOT KNOW A THING ABOUT WHEN YOU DO NOT KNOW YOURSELF. RUN) – if he ejaculates on that sweet spot and then doubles down where you let him in all the way and release the stress to an opening that guides his sperm… eureka! Possibilities, ladies and gentlemen. The easy way to have a beautiful discussion on how the egg and sperm can and does meet. Please understand, do not do the thing unless you ask. Especially this thing.}

There is no promise in commitment that comes in secret whispers, are you his?

{Look out for the expressions coming with that “gut” feeling. Sometimes just like women, men act as FBI when a prospect becomes more than an interest. This is okay to an extent until it isn’t. Depends on the person. What do you do with information on someone you do not know but want to? Learn how to communicate without the noise, make your own decisions, and mind your manners. Easy is not always easy. You would know if you were his, but are you his? To yourself, even with no one else there. Are you still alone? Speak to yourself in a healthy manner that allows personal growth to create magic in the mundane everyday 9-5. It is possible.}

Choices To Lead

There is a lot when it comes to finding yourself. This is especially difficult when you knew and know something beyond your own control that stops the other side of yourself from finding you as well. There are no words to depict the hardship on both ends; the endless nights that fade into normalcy, the nagging feelings that subside in requirement, and even worse - there is a slight ominous reminder in every second something is missing, and when it is found, there is nothing that can stop it from becoming apparent.

Missing something that has never been is a peculiar feeling left to thought that has never actually found place. Wonder will guide wander where there is no destination. The people met are lost to their own lives in a perspective that gives peace because the “what if” is too much. But when too much is given, there is “room to breathe.” What does this mean for each as it becomes known in words another has the gal to write. No apologies this time. There should not be, but with the one where apologies mean nothing… never make a difference.

Never in an apology because it means nothing when it is not warranted. Where an apology gives nothing it should because it has no home in the person; let it go.

Sitting to baked potatoes in fresh ingredients to see what the tiff is about, wonder builds. That is all there is. Wonder without the wander because a home has been claimed, and it is where someone sits when they decide to “plant roots,” which is never easy for an outsider to prove something they should never have to.

Thanks to pay day processing when it normally does there is promised payments to credit cards to build trust that the prospects will be just that. For that and them. In that it is with itself and the commitment someone makes, it is the promise there is a presence behind the transaction. Credit cards to find some relief with a “back-up” hold (the limit relieved to keep safety) while a payment is scheduled before its date, that is what feels goods. To be on-top of the luxury to have the very access that alleviates the stress that presents in day to day.

There is something in figuring out what is there that does not have to be the enemy but the stress relieving moment in a purchase - as long as you do not take unnecessary advantage of the access. ‘What is it that does not sit right? Don’t think too in depth where it does not belong unless it does.’

Tonight, baked variations found curiosity in 400 degrees. One foil fold in a full red potato with just butter sitting in cut vegetables being onion, garlic, and pepper with a little salt and pepper while the other a take on the same indifference in Olive Oil cut to pieces with a Jalapeno pepper, onion, and Garlic - tomato to sweeten in addition. The chops Zip Loc tended to Protein Pancake Mix, sealed in Egg, and then relived in the panko/plain breading - Crisco gives a perfect fry in a simple Dollar General/Family Dollar pan on an electric stove. Bad and bougie can be in simple settings that are quaint but high maintenance. There is living proof. Here it is. And the paper plate is still more high class than any restaurant table setting. You know how it is known, people do it at home. By the way, Sour Cream and that sauce combination is a pleasant bad girl move on the taste. It is something we all do.

Decisions, Decisions

Running out the door for a door to be walked out by choice, that is the move.

At 32 years old - finally - independence has come at the end of a signature that has left much to be anticipated. Between walking out the door at 17 years old while still in high school after accomplishing every dream imaginable and living with the lack of acknowledgement in as much it has been trying. It always is trying. ‘When is it going to end? Where did it all go wrong?’

The thoughts around these questions linger in barely furnished rooms but the space is accounted for in the rent and it comes with a name. Peace will find its way and what it grows to show will speak volumes just as a picture does. At least that is the intent. Ever walk through the door and wonder, “where am I at?” The stressors that sit on the counter, the dust that finds no attention, the dishes that never made it to the shelf, the scattered day in another… the reminder sets itself for the month. But it doesn’t have to be that. Sectioned off responsibilities are easily seen when they slowly fill to a place with a purpose that is empty, but when it’s already there how does it find a home? It is in you. It’s what you choose, but this changes day to day.

“Life isn’t easy.”

‘Is giving up an option?' Wouldn’t that be so much easier, to just be.’ Think not. Think no. Think never. Who wants to look back on their life at what feels like the end and find they may have wanted life the whole time… the answer: no one.

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