PAINFULLY BIPOLAR (PART III)

Painfully Bipolar Part III

Never knew a second could be this long,

Couldn’t imagine I could be in such a wrong,

Why am I even here?         

Should have stayed further rather than near,

A minute is enough for things to dunk,

Just like the torture of the dreadful plank,

 

*It’s like a whole reunion eyy! Cliff on the floor with a bloody leg, Sasha playing ‘Nikita’ on the other end, bad Barry on his right shitting himself scared to death but also upset, we’ve got the one who belongs to the streets miss Gina and a new member ‘the brave side chick’. Well this escalated quickly don’t you think?!!*

One. The Glock has a capacity of 17 rounds, enough for everyone, how convenient!

Two... why so serious guys, put a smile on your face, might be your last.

Three. Aaaah! Love, what a wonderful feeling. Sensational!

Four. The one time I choose to care is the first time I regret about it. So how did this “little reunion” come to be if you may ask? Well I don’t know I’m just the voice stuck in your head!

*He shouts out loud, “I need a smoke!”*

24 hours ago…

Barry: Honey I’m home!

Gina: why are you stopping baby?

Harry: did you hear that? I think your husband is back home early.

Gina: Oh! Hell no! You should hide!

Harry: where?

Gina: get somewhere to hide, hurry up! If he finds you here I’m dead.

Harry: married women are the best you said. Fun times you said. Mature you said.

 

*As Harry curses himself while trying to find a place to hide, Barry is so excited to see his wife after such a long day. Aww sweet love!*

Gina: coming sweetheart.

Barry: sorry I’m such a bother. I think I left my keys in the bedroom. I’ve missed you by the way.

*Gina opens the door halfway.*

Gina: yes I noticed. I was wondering why your home early.

Barry: Yes. There was not much errands to run today. Got bored in the office so I decided to come back home.

*sniffs* mmmh. That smells good. What you making? Let me in for Christ sake. It’s my home too you know.

*Barry notices the house is spotless. Not even a speck of dust. Sensational. Barry doesn’t wear converse doesn’t he? He is a Nike guy. Checks over stripes is his way of life. An extra plate has been used, spotted on the kitchen sink. Oh oh Gina you missed a spot!*

Barry: (to himself) maybe we have guests and I haven’t said hello.

*aww simp!*

Whereas in the next room…

"Casualty, violence, murder that’s how it begins,

Society and misconduct behave like a set of twins,

A parallel universe with no pretend,

Wish you all could hear this and comprehend,

Billionaires advocating for some aid,

Good idea, asking from middle class men and women, well said,

To be or not to be?

The world has no role models, can’t you see?"

I love this poem. (Puts off his 6^th cigarette today. The ash tray is so full)

*He stares at the ash tray immediately after standing up*

Can’t wait to die. Ha-ha! I need to take out the trash. Been a minute. The only trash to remain should only be me. Laughs in takataka!

*He grabs the trash bags and heads out. Down stairs he finds Sasha seated on the steps crying as always*

Should I ask what’s wrong? Naah, I should just mind my own business. But she is in pain, isn’t she? Maybe she's just crying for no good reason. Women right? I bet she belongs to the…..

Sasha: excuse me but that trash bag really stinks and you’re kind of too close to me right now.

*That snapped him off his deep monologue*

Umm yeah yeah you are right. Sorry for that I’ll leave right now. But… umm I couldn’t help but to notice how sad you seem to be, what’s the matter?

Sasha: go to hell, mind your own business boy.

Umm sure, my bad.

(He walks away immediately. He gives up so easily. But Sasha seems to regret her choice of words)

Sasha: hey wait. Come back. I didn’t mean to say all those things. I’m sorry. I’m having a bad day. I actually need someone to talk to. What's your name?

*He looked at her funny then finally told her his name*

Jason: Jason, my name is Jason Smith.

Sasha: you looked hesitant before saying your name. Are you afraid of me?

Jason: no, not at all. It’s just that I’m not used to people asking about my name.

Sasha: nice to meet you. I’m Sasha, your next door neighbor.

*Sasha shakes his hand with a flirty smile*

Jason: pleasure knowing you, so what is it you wanted to talk about? I’m all ears.

Sasha: it’s a lot to talk about. Want to come inside and talk it over a cup of coffee?

Jason: let me drop off these, I’ll be right with you shortly.

*Jason’s answer literally changed Sasha’s mood. She was so happy suddenly. Jason hurriedly dropped the trash and went back in. Two cups of coffee were laid on the table*

Sasha: have a seat. There’s a bowl of sugar right beside you.

*Jason was admiring her home, broken glass, broken plates, items on the floor and punch marks on the walls*

Jason: lovely home you got here.

Sasha: cut the bullshit.

Jason: sorry I couldn’t help myself.

Sasha: things weren’t like this before you know. There was a time I was actually happy. I was actually living my life. Living my age. Having the type of fun which was amazing. Everything changed when love was brought into the picture.

*Why that look Jason? Sounds familiar?*

Jason: What happened?

Sasha: I was 17 when I first met Cliff. He was 24 and a high school dropout. I fell in love with him at the first moment we laid eyes on each other. He used to hang around my school with his friends playing dice. Once in a while he could say hi and I flattered that a lot. We got to hang out together and that’s when I felt the spark. The flame was really burning. I was deeply in love with him. And I was so convinced he was the one. One night I sneaked from home just to go meet up with him. He took me to his place. It wasn’t much of a place but it was something. That night was magical. We made love.

Jason: cough! Cough! Sorry for that.

Sasha: the day I would never forget. He was amazing. And that’s when I got pregnant for the first time. I was scared, my folks weren’t supposed to hear about that. I told Cliff about it and he handled the news so calmly which was weird. Too weird, he didn’t have much to start a family duty.

*The strength of a woman is to protect her baby,

The kid’s raising is not only for the lady,

So man up and own to your mistake,

But is it really a mistake when you were giving shots that were breath take*

Sasha: Cliff put abortion pills in my water. Grounded into powder. I drank all of it without knowing his plot. I lost the baby. The pain was unimaginable. I don’t know what hurt the most the pill or that the person who did it was the person I love. That’s when I knew I messed up. But it was too late. I ran away from home, quit school because Cliff threatened me if I wasn’t going to do so. Did I have a choice?

*Sasha breaks down. Jason does not know what to do or say. What the hell Jason, say something for fuck sake.*

Jason: Am sorry Sasha. It’s Sasha right? I’m sorry but it’s not your fault. Things will get better. Keep your head high.

Sasha: Thank you. You are really nice to me. *She embraces him tightly. But her arms are all over. What’s going on here?* I feel safe that you are here.

Jason: um mm, sure. I think I should get going now.

*Jason tries to free himself from the attachment. But Sasha pulls him much closer. She really does not want him to leave*

Sasha: Please stay much longer. I promise I won’t bite. Cliff won’t be back for a while.

*Temperature rising…*

Barry: Who the hell is this Gina? Somebody better start talking or else. * Barry is fuming over the naked man who he found behind the curtain. A bloody huge dagger, he was mad. Its red Friday.*

Gina: wait honey I can explain. He’s just a friend of mine. We were having a little chat.

Barry: in our bedroom? Are you kidding me right now? Having a chat naked? How stupid do you think I am?

Harry: excuse me but I am having an affair with your wife. And I love her!

Gina: shut up you idiot! Don’t listen to him baby. It’s not what it looks like. Will you trust me or a stranger?

Harry: we’ve had sex so many times when you aren’t around. Countless times. And you know what? I’m not sorry!

Gina: will you shut the hell up!

Barry: both of you shut the hell up. Gina we’ve been married for 10 years now. 10 years we’ve had children, all grown up. They look up to us. And you just throw it away.

Gina: you are never home when I need you!

Barry: What the hell do you mean? I go out, work my ass off, so that we get decent living over here. I get you gifts almost every time. You don’t have a job, all you do is sit all day and look pretty every day. And you are out here playing blame game!

Gina: (stares at him)

Harry: I think I should go. This was a mistake.

*Barry grabs him and pulls hi back*

Barry: where do you think you are going?

*Barry chases him all over the house, he was blood thirsty for revenge. Gina ran after the two all over the house till finally harry made it for the door. Barry wasn’t done. They all ran around the corridor like it’s a freaking circus.*

In a quiet discrete location…

Cliff: why on earth did you send that video to her? Are you crazy? Really now? This was supposed to be our little secret.

Tasha: I’m tired of being a secret. I’m better than her and you said so yourself. Leave her and we can start over. I have money I have a job I have multiple businesses.

Cliff: That’s not how it works. She has my baby. It’s high time I take responsibility. *Yeah right!* I need to start acting right for her.

*Hate to break it to you sir, but your girl is getting piped by some bipolar weird guy because you made her feel like trash. Checkmate brother!*

Tasha: it’s either me or her. If it’s me, we are going together, to your place, pick up your stuff and you say goodbye to your little princess. If you choose otherwise, get your shit from here and leave. Don’t call me, don’t text me & don’t even think of me. So what’s your choice?

*Oops! Things got intense so quickly but Cliff went with Tasha to get his stuff from home. Guess we know what he chose now. They both arrived. Fast you ask? Well Tasha has a car!*

back at Cliff's place....

Sasha: I’ve not had that much fun in like forever.

Jason: me too I guess.* He dresses up so fast* so you’ve agreed to take my advice right?

Sasha: you opened up my eyes. I just needed that emotional uplift. You are the sweetest guy I have ever met.

Jason: you are the only girl who has ever taken my word.

*They stare each other wanting to kiss once more, but guess what? They are cut short by Cliff and his side chick. He is mad. His pistol is out. Ready to use it.*

Cliff: what are you freaking doing with this weirdo? Sasha what were you doing with… no no no hold up. So this I the guy you’ve been cheating on me with? Huh? So the baby is his isn’t it?

Sasha: don’t you dare say that to me you ignorant bastard. You are always out there playing Shrek and Fiona with this whore of yours.

Tasha: excuse me?

Sasha: Shut up ugly! Cliff I’m done with your shit.

I’m a woman, physically weak but my will is strong,

No man can tell me what is right or wrong,

I’m a woman, resourceful as hell,

Give me something to work with and you’ll get excited to tell the tale,

I’m a woman, always I get scared,

 I could use some protection rather than harm to be fair,

I’m a woman, hear me out,

Because if you won’t, the next person will, without a doubt.

So I’m done with your shit. And I’m leaving.

Cliff: nobody is going nowhere. Close the door Tasha.

*Tasha heads to close the door but harry and Barry storm in, Gina follows and that’s how “the reunion” happened. That was enough distraction for Jason to knock Cliff off guard dropping his weapon. Sasha quickly picked it up. And in an attempt to stop the fight between Cliff and Jason, he shot Cliffs leg. That was enough to get back order. A bloody mess. Everyone stopped and surrendered. Sasha was in charge now!*

Sasha: Close the door. We are going to be here for a long time!

Back to the present now…..

*so basically it’s a mad house here. This one did this this one did that. This one wanted this the other wanted that. Jason finally revealed his name. Cliff a narcissist as always. Everything is heated up.*

Jason: This is not what we talked about. There is no need for this. Just take the L and walk away.

Sasha: I am not walking away. This idiot ruined me. I had a happy life. A bright future. Surrounded by love, but it just had to be you. I hate you.

*Cliff is on the floor in pain. Tasha cries beside him. Trying to nurse his leg.*

Sasha: someone is dying tonight!

-Wayne-

STOP POLICE BRUTALITY!

PAINFULLY BIPOLAR (PART II)

Painfully Bipolar Part II

*He’s seated on his old recliner listening to his sound system. Groovy FM 89.2*

“I’m not happy here (nah), with her rather have you (yeah) rather have me too…”

Turns down the music volume….

I love this song, it tells a lot,

My feelings are so tied to the lyrics like a knot,

The neighbors next door could use this,

I don’t know if it would do as they please,

Better than the songs they keep singing,

It’s a paradise and it’s a war zone, my ears keep on ringing,

Maybe we all need pillow talk,

We all have issues we keep in stock,

Kind of reminds me of myself,

Wait, wait wait why does it all have to be about me… damn you self-centered piece of crap!!

You always play the victim…that’s not the story mate!

*Thumping sounds are heard on the other side of the wall. These walls are thin*

Making love gain? The sixth time today,

But nothing in this building ever sounds okay,

The neighbors always sound so angry,

Let me grab some food, all this thinking is making me hungry,

Meanwhile…..

Cliff: how in the world are you pregnant? For sure that’s not mine. I will beat the truth out of you right now. Who you been messing around with? My homeboy Trey? Lamar? Amir? Tell me right now!

Sasha: what do you mean who? I’ve been with you for 4 years now. I freaking love you so much. This baby might be the beginning of something good. I want an actual life with you.

*Sasha can barely stand. Totally bruised face covered with tears. Her make up ruined*

Cliff: I’m ….I'm sorry baby. I overreacted. We will take care of it together. I promise.

Sasha: please don’t leave me. Especially right now. I need you.

*Cliff embraces his girl like he didn’t just try to beat the crap out of her 10 minutes ago*

Cliff: I’m going out to buy more groceries.

Sasha: but don’t we have enough already?

Cliff: You questioning me?

Sasha: No baby no! I’m sorry.

*Cliff grabs his gun and heads out. He never goes out without his gun. Come to think of it he never carries anything other than his glock. Comes back home with plenty of stock. Balling? Amazing! He heads out to go grab “groceries”. Sasha nurses her own wounds. But still cries every time she’s in the shower*

That was some good grub,

Not my cooking, just an order from the food hub,

Reminds me of her cooking,

*Pulls out a picture from his pocket*

I always took cookies from your jar without anyone looking,

But little did I know if I take this cookie now one day I’ll do the time,

*Door knocked furiously*

Wow, guests!

Barry: open the door bastard. Didn’t your mother teach you manners?

*He opens the door*

Barry: your rent is 3 months overdue. I get complaints from your neighbors about loud music in the morning. Get your shit together dead beat. Fix everything or you’ll be sleeping on your dead mother’s tombstone.

*Barry the landlord leaves immediately. He barely spoke. In fact he didn’t say a thing. All he did was hear Barry’s bullshit stories. Come on now, won’t you defend yourself? He looks at the picture again*

Here lies your dead beat son,

I tried my best, to the best I can,

But what they fail to know is that I am human,

 Something understood by this affectionate woman,

It’s okay not to be okay,

Barry, Barry, Barry

Talks shit, walks shit and always in a hurry,

Little did he know his wife is out there hunting?

For love, affection and attention what all sweethearts keep wanting,

Barry goes out, harry comes in,

But I don’t this he is there to show his magic wand,

Which she really grew fond,

Or is he? Naughty Harry!

*Before closing the door Cliff meets up with him. Makes eye contact with him. But he is unbothered. So much sarcasm. How does he do that for Christ sake*

Cliff: whatchu looking at big head? Why are you gay?

*He shuts his door, not a single word*

Cliff: yeah you better! So weird.

*He lights up his fifth cigarette today. First smoke makes him cough*

There’s a story behind this filter,

There was a summer before this winter,

Sometimes I’m okay about it,

Other times I care less about it,

*Bipolar alert!*

My heart is emptier than my stomach,

I seat, listen to sad songs on audio Mack,

The pain of losing a mother,

The boomer was my all, I had no other,

But the blood was never the same,

She offered help when I was put to shame,

An orphan, a reject always felt like an outcast,

But the one woman who never saw me as cursed,

Shot dead at our backyard,

*The nicotine is starting to get the best out of him*

Damn! Those times were hard,

I remember I was sixteen,

Tried the smoke, loved the smell of nicotine,

But it was just never enough,

Married to the streets and fell in love,

Street rules say ‘no snitching’,

This rule normalizes killing,

What a wonderful world….

Gina: The cost is clear get inside Harry.

Harry: you sure he’s gone? Finally, my turn to have some fun.

Gina: aww my love I missed you so much. Why didn’t you call me today or answer any of my calls?

Harry: I told you, I had class today. Quite a long day.

*Gina pours wine on two glasses. What a mood she’s in. cover up for who? Harry is in for a treat*

Harry: Do you fancy starting a family with me? Forget that cheese cake of a husband.

Gina: come again?

Harry: I want to start a FAM…

Gina: I heard you the first time sweetheart. Chill bro! Are you nuts? And I thought alcohol makes me mortal. How on earth will a twenty two year old ‘Justin Bieber’ start a freaking family with a forty something year old “Madonna” or should I say “ ma-don’t know” start a family?

Harry: But love is the solution.

*sips wine*

Gina: so as salt water but do you see it trying to start a family? Shut up and please me before my husband comes back.

Harry: …

Later that evening….

*Sasha had been waiting for his boyfriend for hours. But he was stuck in her thoughts for hours and hours. So stuck that she came up with over 500 baby names to choose from. But where was his ‘king’?*

Sasha: it’s almost six, where the hell is he? Should I call him? Nooo he said he never likes being bothered but he is a really busy man.

*wow Sasha. Why are you so naive?*

*Sasha checks her social media. Unfortunately she cant take a good selfie because of that black eye right there. What she does find is a spammed link. It was actually a poem, “Iron Rose”*

Sasha: Hmmmmmm…..mmmmmmmmh…….heeee okay!

*hear that sound? That’s the sound of a woman learning, becoming strong. That needed to be feared*

Received text message….

Sasha: unknown number. Who the hell is this?

*A video was attached to the message. The message read “I can do better sis”. The video was cliff making love to another woman. This lady had guts. Nothing but guts. She recorded and sent???!!! Isn’t she scared of Sasha, better yet Cliff himself???This is interesting*

Sasha: After all I’ve been through. After all the….the….the…..the pain.

*Sasha weeps with so much pain*

It’s a cold world….

Barry: Honey I’m home!

To be continued…….

-Wayne-

PAINFULLY BIPOLAR (PART I)

Painfully Bipolar part I

*The mass has ended go in peace the lord be with you*

*And with your spirit*

He left without saying a word even before leaving the church gate he stood, lit a cigarette for a smoke.

Hey you, stop! The uniformed guard spoke, you can’t do that here, and it’s a sacred place,

Besides, you’ve received the Lords message, why the long face?

*Pus out his cigarette, stomped it furiously on the ground*

Ever had anxiety attacks? They hunt you like a hound.

I have nothing to say, I’ll shut up and be on my way.

Guard: yeah you better! So unclean.

You see the human nature is funny,

They can be night or they can be sunny,

Inconsistency is the word I’m looking for,

That prick judged me from what he saw,

But what about the background,

People see buildings from roof to ground,

Funny story inn ‘it?

*Stands at the bus stop, hands fixed in his pocket. Pulls out a picture. It’s an old lady with a big smile. Then he stood for a while. Lights another cigarette*

There’s along story behind the filter,

There’s a stream of tears to this delta,

Seated here in my feels for some reason,

Anxiety and depression, it is that season,

*Peep! Peep!*

*Bus arrived. Stepped in and walked towards the back seat. The bus was damn full*

Why are you all looking at me,

Can’t you all let me be?

We all have dark secrets in us,

No need to bring an unnecessary fracas,

That guy over to your right he looks strange,

Isn’t he too fat to be in a bus and not a range?

Guilty of tax fraud, money laundering and corruption,

When exposed the excuse was “no other option”,

The lady on the left, right there, look!

Owww boy she looks nice, bet she knows how to cook,

But lately she hasn’t been cooking the usual,

She’s off to sin in some place, such times are crucial,

But isn’t she young for this?

But such times it’s not regarded as a crisis.

It’s a free world my guy!

Ow ow and right there look at that guy over there,

He left the barber during after-hours and still came back with hair,

Hmmmmm….something doesn’t add up!

If I had bars id put it in a rap,

This guy takes advantage of young queens,

Over 100 victims and he calls it a win,

Should I report?

But it’s weird what this system can adopt,

A mere slap on the wrist and they call it a day,

The animosity is too much ya’ll need to pray.

And who…..who am I to speak?

Yet who are you to speak?

A nobody and his annoying conscience,

*He takes his seat. On wards the bus went. A long 3 hour ride*

Back at the project…….

Sasha: Oh my God. What am I going to tell him? He won’t take this lightly for sure. I’m scared. But I told him we should use protection. Why is this happening? I know he’ll force me to have an abortion. How did I end up with this guy? He hurts me every day. But funny thing I love him more every day. But…..but…. ow gosh! I can’t take another beating today especially now I’m vulnerable. I think I should….

Doorbell rings…

Cliff: open the damn door! Why are you taking so long, you have another nigga inside?

*cocks his glock*

Sasha: oh damn, let me hide this or else I’m dead. I’m coming baby!

Cliff: where is he? Huh! Where is he?

Sasha: there’s nobody here just me baby. Put the gun away.

*slaps her on her face*

Cliff: I hate being kept waiting.

*Sasha runs to the kitchen. Cliff throws his gun on the table and jumps to his bed. A pregnancy test result fell from the side of the bed. He noticed it. Two lines it was. He stood so long looking at it.*

This isn’t another “I got flower today” story,

This is a different kind of story,

It might get make you worry,

But this is what happens in apartment 315,

This is a different story,

The walls never hide the story,

The walls always speak, not as much as Tory,

But he listens, he listens to everything,

He knows what goes on.

The projects speak to him. But he ever snitches!

*Bus stops. He alights and walks upstairs to his home. Rugged apartment for starters. A lot always happens around here. Walks past Sasha and Cliff’s apartment and the noise is extreme. Reaches to his door, unlocks and opens*

Ah shit! Here we go again….

TO BE CONTINUED…..

The Skeptical Skin

The Skeptical Skin

I am a beautiful black child,

my thoughts are solid and my pride is wild,

no race can change that fact,

nobody will change how i act,

the reason i'm far behind,

is because they forced me to hide,

potential ready to erupt from my blood,

self-driven,strong, i'm like a flower but still a bud,

waiting for it's time to bloom,

my skin screams attention,definitely highest in the room,

i am a beautiful black woman,

my smile is bright, my skin is dark,

if Noah had to choose, you'd definitely be in his VIP ark,

elegant and strong beautiful than you think,

your mark is written on the book of success in bold black ink,

she walks with confidence on the runway of life,

a beautiful mother and a beautiful wife,

top ranks always want to employ her,

her competition trembles because she is brighter,

the world is skeptical about being black,

just because my hair naps you think it's whack,

races are skeptical about the black skin,

narrowed to discrimination and abuse because they can't win,

head some of them created a plague,

wiped out the evidence and shot us on our leg,

now some are out spreading hate on us,

calling us infectious am sorry but that won't pass,

attack the vulnerable who are locked in your borders,

why don't you pick on all of us? that's if you're stronger,

they call us cursed and a disease to society,

Bruce Wayne served with Hunter on a plate, Bon Appetite,

nice menu society!!

from calling us apes to beating us to death,

the black child can't be stopped, they will fill this earth,

I am a beautiful black child,

my attitude is fixed and my instinct is wild,

no race shall determine where i stand,

i give hope and prosperity wherever I land,

no one can tell me what i can and can't do,

a black soul is just like any other soul not a doll voodoo,

this won't stop if the labels are false,

black market, black magic and black sugar,

where do all these come from?The black man's Uber?

I deserve respect from the CEO to the subordinate,

I'm black,I'm not you,no apologies deal with it, let's coordinate,

My brothers and sisters on the other side you won't suffer for long, stand strong stand for your skin, you are away but not alone!

I am skeptical about your.......when they see us..........

-Wayne-

No You Don't

NO YOU DON'T

*Jazz and Acoustic music plays*

Hello there why are you seated here all alone?

aren't you having a fine lady with you around.

No not really,

May I offer you some company?

Umm sure but am not in the mood, you'll

soon you'll get bored and leave...

Try me!

Try you? okay...

*Jazz music stops*

I have a pill which is too hard for everyone to swallow

about how girls and boys are becoming too shallow

tell me, honestly, is it my company you want?

or just an excuse cause seating alone for you is just a 'can't',

same what's happening behind closed doors,

girl, he don't love you, his with his fourth whore,

everyone has forgotten how to love 

everyone is focused on making love before love love

insecurities, misogyny, depression, anxiety and hate,

all brought up because your horny self wanted a taste,(poor soul)

no one's a victim at this current lifestyle

Even the ones screaming "men are trash", they scream in their own style.

How do you expect me to easily love again,

when everyone knows how to pretend,

don't tell me I'm different don't lie to my face,

That's the same way I was lied to in the first place,

*Jazz music plays again*

I'm sorry i got carried away,

deep emotions in my heart always sway,

what is love if I may ask?

*stares in confusion*

love is what these millennials and Z's use to coat lies,

Love is a tool used to hurt instead of heal,

they ask why I'm so obsessed with her, always head over heels,

its because the feeling of love is painfully satisfying,

but no one is ever testifying

that true love is the solution to everything

let me te......

*she laughs hysterically*

*Phone vibrates- Text message*

"Unknown number: sorry I fell asleep"

*Drops phone on the table*

"Aren't you going to reply to that?"

Text sent 3 weeks ago finally finds its recipient,

funny how she does this so frequent 

love can make you believe they've been asleep for 3 weeks,

please play for us " entrance of the gladiators" cause this clown make up has been on for weeks,

Can't tell you love doesn't exist,

but the strong always try to persist,

The touch of a loved one,

the feeling of passion,

do it right, treat her right, treat him right,

be her light, be his light

its always personality over passion,

"Your bill sir, anything for the lady?"

stares at her....

"No thank you am good"

whoever said man must provide was a serious crackhead,

are we living backwards while others are ahead?,

he fails to provide he is broke,

she gets a providing man she is woke

she asks for too much too many times she's a gold digger,

better get him that Tommy Hilfiger.

on social media things look different,

behind closed doors, things go deep end,

he just wants sex

and she wants love,

she wants luxury,

but he wants a queen,

Two ideas which can't be on the same page,

other relationships feel like being in a cage,

to love is to.....is to...is.....

"Excuse me, are you going to stare at me all night or answer me whether you'd like my company or not"

You're very attractive, but no thank you.

.....................the art of an overthinker!

-Wayne- 

The Past

THE PAST

The past is such a beautiful thing,

the past is such a painful thing,

the past is always remembered.

I grab my pain, stood still, I remember the past

the broken record, eyes peeled. Pay attention!

I might have some life lessons 

the kid  who was useless to everyone

the boy who was below everyone,

the young man who was looked down upon by everyone.

welcome to the mindset of a sadist

but he didn't choose to be this way

he didn't want to be broken

he just wanted the love and affection

the love and attention

but its too much to ask for

the past is what forms the present

and the present is what forms the future 

but does a broken heart have to heal countless times to keep up with the future?

how many more tears are you willing to drop for her or him, because of her or him?

how many hearts will you break along the way because of her or him?

how much ounces of depression are you ready to shove down your throat

she won't leave you,he won't leave you

she will haunt you,he will eat you

she will remind you,he relapse you

she calls herself "THE PAST". and he calls himself "THE CRINGE"

-Wayne-

Nine,one,one9⃣1⃣1⃣

Nine,one,one whats your emergency?

I would like to report this,it just had to be said

......

The kind of souls these days want to mess up and ruin your good vibes for the expenses of their happiness,i know my rights-i deserve happiness too Mr.Officer....

I Don't know how deep you can relate to this but they fake emotions just so that they can be happy,we can be happy...they just can't help it.

I mean,Officer,these days they even love because they are loved not because they love them back,its a catastrophe!!

They fake everything they do and its all just to please a good heart,it's  quite unfortunate.

And what can i do about it?

What do you mean do about it?!!

I thought so!The arms and security of the country will never listen to me ,will never realise my pain,will never see my tears but will demand some favourable price.

I thought you were suppose to be a great friend to me,to future good hearts(citizens) but you can't,you won't and you will always leave me to die alone.You don't need to say you are my frie.............

**HANGS UP PHONE**

stay woke world!

                          -Wayne