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Black Summer

Black Summer

Dismantling mantles

Like naked candles fornicating with my eyes

Dancing at left angles

Exiting my attention like a getaway hummer

Tiring my I’s because you ignited passion

Strange fruit to the unseen declared itself holy to me

purposely rallying freedom of action in flashes

Feeling like the Arthur Ashe’s hearth of ashes

Black Summer so fly and blind could bat her lashes

Crash this hard drive like a guilty tiger

I pause

Fought with thought

Wedded or sold

Stolen or bought this plot was lies to the core

Less was more like addition to infinity

Divinity declared the inner me is minimal

I am the formidable amoeba

Single cell warrior

Sickle cell sharpness

So sick I sell darkness to demons

Stone like Stevens

Smoked on the words some breathe in

Exhale vitamins like shisha was one of my 5 fruit a day

I danced with Summer like seasons don’t change

Put in an expenses claim for sun and met dark reign

Thunderous invigoration

Sweat emancipation

Thighs and sighs between the highs and byes

Giving me fives on all fours

Olives du jour I was nothing more than tasty

Seasonal treat you clutched at like straws but you didn’t wanna put your

Research In Motion

Just picked up and played with this blackberry

Torched my

Woods like an arsonist

Said look at the black arse on this

You’re never gonna parson this

I’m hard got you hard and arduous so melt

Broadsword from the blindside gave me sight to the last time I truly felt

Seeing red, seeing only black

Summer kissed but never had my back

L’s I stack like a small rack

Accumulating double deuces

Feeling fruitless scanning for seeds

Relying on saplings to evolve

Imploring mystery of misery like clues to re-solve

That’ll be my puzzle till throw it all away

like that’s that piece

And thats that peace

Like thats what ceased

Hasta Luego Love

Hola la vida

Call me black swan because I’ve been and become a white beater

Muddied waters of trust lust to be cleaner

For now

Autumn is falling to its knees

I’m

towering my single cells

Flaming amoeba

I

Outline mine

Drawing me nearer

Colouring my tears of languish in the shade of my blue

Printing BS everywhere including on the bottom of my shoe

Praying order my steps and a side order of you

Cos Black Summer

You are BS

Bloodcloth Stress

Bombo rahtid Stupidness

I couldn’t have ordered less honesty

So Black Summer honestly

Die

 

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End of Term

Passion and style

If I left would you cry?

Tears of a child

Because you missed me or just why

Did it take this while?

To collate my list of demands

Free my style

Mature my inner child

Stop being servile

By your insecurity riled

Being comfortable doesn’t mean secure in my eyes

Needing surety, I compromised on purity

Subtle slave to your self

I delved for clues in me

Could I call it fickle or

Your faux insecurity

Lines have been drawn for me

I saw the outline

You coloured in accordingly

It’s always been there but I ignored it see

I’ve been apt in my use of tact

I’ve not snapped or lacked the wisdom to help you act

Quietly tracked and with love backed

Left you to own the action without suspicion

That’s fact not fiction

Tried to motivate and be uplifting

Now I’m parked at the gate of need with keys in the ignition

See I know weight is an issue

Grown around it so I’ve not used it to abuse or diss you

Yet this thing is only still going because it fits your hand

I had dreams very grand but the blueprint is being buried in the sand

If I could sculpt you it’d be with a hammer and sickle

I’m sick of your fickle, precipitation trickle,

Sweet and tough like peanut brittle

But with time running out we’re just

Brittle

Yet I’m gaining in strength

It’s a little false that you say I raise and dent

Your confidence

When you acknowledge you need to lose weight

Go the gym for some days straight

Its big show how much you go

But 3 weeks later put on weight

You always seem to make it a we thing

I’m acting to lose weight to but I’ve told you from the off it’s a you and me thing

I can’t be our battery and engine

Your say you’re sick of being the fat girl

Treated like the fat girl

If you don’t want to be that you’ve really got to act girl

I know its hard getting started and to build endeavour

I protect you from outside pressure but I’m feeling more stressed out than ever

How much more can I give before I give up for ever?

Say my family’s throwing crap at you just by saying you need to lose weight

I remember you dumped and were ready to jump to a first date

Used to tell me every week who wants your number

Who’s chatting you up

Who keeps looking in your direction

No I’m not perfection but my loyalty is being tested

I compromised on something I lived for all my life

I sacrificed and had thoughts of you being my wife

But I’ve realised you’re my first and had to open my eyes

I’m doing my part to fulfil your needs, your desires

I don’t start many fires and you’ve not fired my circumstances at me

But the one thing in I need I’m not been given see

It all comes down to R.E.S.P.E.C.T

This man cannot live alone on your personality

I love substance but you’ve got to be attractive to me

Not just attracted to me

I can’t be in the company of your friends anymore thinking which of them is a better match for me

I know who would instantly get approval from the family

Buts its not about that,

P.S. I love you

Actually

See I’m struggling because this issue is bubbling

We’re going to burst if you don’t stop ignoring it subtly

It would quench my thirst if this issue was removed double quick

Be the change to see the change and be done with it

I’ve lit the torch, taken the baton, been burnt but still I’ve run with it

Enough is enough

I’ve been through the valleys to change me now it’s your turn

Will you be here to love me or will you be leaving at the end of term

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