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  • ehizefua 38w

    Dark secrets are the currency of blackmail


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  • ehizefua 38w

    Red The color of your eyes after you spent an hour crying in the bathroom. You had checked your social media earlier that night and had seen pictures of him with another woman.

    Orange The color of the shirt you wore when you confronted him about the picture. He slapped you twice and stormed out of the house.

    Yellow The color of the dress you wore when your unborn child flowed out of you that night. He wasn't there. You burned the dress.

    Green The color of his eyes when he came begging for forgiveness. You thought he was wearing contacts because all this time,you thought his eyes were blue.

    Blue The color of the flowers he got you after you let him back into your life again. He made love to you and you both cuddled all night.

    Indigo The color of her hair when she came storming into your house. She called you a whore and asked why you were sleeping with her husband. You looked at him in disbelief and she brought out a marriage certificate.

    Violet The color of the bruises on his neck. You didn't realize you were squeezing so hard until his eyes slid shut and he dropped with a dull thud.

    You only saw the rainbow when you were led out with cuffed wrists. Your sad smile broke into a throaty sob. Maybe you'll see the rainbow again when you look through the window of your tiny cell.

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  • ehizefua 39w

    Elements

    I wouldn't say that my love for you is like fire that burns with passion. Fire quenches at some point.
    But it is like water,the boundless ocean: colossal,lucid,tossed by storms but still beautiful.
    It is like space: infinite,endless.


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  • ehizefua 39w

    Life is a journey, not a race.
    Move at your own pace.


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  • ehizefua 39w

    Birth

    I was born in the dark of night.
    My mother named me Light. The Light of Dawn that comes after dark nights.

    I was born in the dark of night.
    My mother named me Joy. The Joy that comes in the morning after weeping has endured for a night.

    I was born in the dark of night.
    My mother named me Peace. I was an answer to her prayers. The pain of labor was worth it now that she held her darling child in her arms.

    I was born in the dark of night.
    "You are the best Christmas present I've ever received" she murmured to my face. My infantile wails rent the air and tears of joy streamed down.


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  • ehizefua 39w

    Apple of my eyes
    Sugar in my tea
    Your eyes shine like stars in the sky
    With you is where I'd love to be

    But apples nauseate me
    And I drink my tea without sugar
    I'd spend all day in your company
    But now I'm not so eager


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  • ehizefua 41w

    @writersnetwork thanks for the repost

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    When my earphones become a magic carpet...

    Plugging in my earphones is like starting a party in my head
    My mind transcends this realm to a utopia buried deep within
    My imagination becomes like a kite, tossed by the rhythm
    The castles I've built in the air become a temporary dwelling place...
    Until my earphones are plugged out and my ears are greeted with the mundane silence of day-to-day life


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  • ehizefua 44w

    Which witch wished Wendy well?
    Whiskey the Witch wished Wendy well and whisked Wendy to her watery grave.
    Wendy's wealth was willed to Wilfred the Werewolf who will wed Whiskey the Witch in a week.


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  • ehizefua 47w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word short write-up on Inequality

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    Quality In equality

  • ehizefua 47w

    "Nothing is here". Yes I am
    "Nothing is wrong". Can I be right?
    "Nothing gets past me". Yeah I do
    "Nothing lasts forever" Of course. I'm immortal.
    I'm the One.
    The Only.
    Nothing.

    ©ehizefua