Creative Lab – Where My Pictures Come to Life
Do you like the victim card so,
That you bow beneath the weight of the weak?
Do you fear the strength you hold,
Afraid of what they’d do if you reign indeed?
Do you grow bored with victory’s gleam,
So you lay my neck down in a silent dream,
To bear the unspeakable, quiet and cold,
Trading power for stories untold?
Oh how your shadow echos – Go
But you fear to loose the illusion of peace
“What’s in it for me?”
A question I’d never foresee,
But now it’s clear to see,
This world will bleed you dry,
If you fail to ask those five.
With the sweetest smile she wore,
She came to me,
And I could not ignore.
Her tiny feet, so small, so pure,
Barely the size of my thumb complete.
If only she knew the joy she’d bring,
Like skin and bone wrapped in Gold.
When the face of abundance graces my door,
How wouldn’t I act like more?
First we’ll be more than friends,
Then more than lovers, no end.
Living life in the “more than” way,
I want it all, more than words weigh
More than sex,
more than trust,
More than just the two of us.
More than me, more than you,
Why? We leave a “more than” life.
A trail of more than, bold and bright,
Where hearts and souls take flight…✈️
Make sure we’re not just wasting time,
Make sure I’ve reached the sacred line,
Hell yeah, give me the map to the hymen
I’ve said hello, I’ve said goodbye,
Let’s make this life not pass us by.
No sad pile, but joy, let’s unwind
Is it a lonely ride?
One sec, we’ll change the vibe.
As everything I’ve prayed for
now unfolds before my eyes,
As everyone I’ve cut ties from
taught me I was the prize.
As only me and God rise
through these droughts and trials
I wonder, do we look alike?
We used to be obsessed with love
But love began so tiresome, we refuse
We’ve been bruised, so we choose to lose
Locked door, barriers up, refuse the muse
Everyone new will feel the news
That we’ve been used
For what the last one did was cold like brew
We used to be obsessed with love so deep,
so keen, now it’s buried where we keep
Love on the backend of things, out of sight
Dimmee goes the light.
Sexy times but
Loves not right
Did love die?
No, I’ve arrived
I’ll never forget Ota’s words:
“Swallow the poison, Ireign.”
I’ve been spitting it up ever since,
regurgitating
Sifting through the bitterness,
Cherry-picking pieces that don’t sting as much,
even the valley of death has more allure.
I don’t remember many days clearly,
Yet that one remains vivid
The day I stumbled straight into the snare.
Here I am, replaying the massacre,
Trying to untangle the chaos,
A chaos sent not to be untangled.
‘Then at least let me send it back to sender’
Again, Ota’s voice echoes,
“Swallow the poison, Ireign.”
And so I dove deeper, into the core
to where it all began.
That bunkbed, dust heavy
Next to the sheep’s
And there I lay,
the odd one out,
an open wound to stray bullets,
to silence louder than rejection.
They say it’s lonely at the top
But I know it was lonely at the bottom too.
I swallowed the poison,
tracing its burn
Down to where it seared the most.
The sting carried a scent, familiar, bitter.
I couldn’t place why it hurt,
not yet.