WHO AM I? – AKUNNA

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Those that read my blog constantly probably already know who Akunna is. Writing brought us together and we have grown to be close friends who talk about almost anything. She is an outstanding writer and she is someone I love, respect and admire

WHO AM I?

Finding me

I’ve been on a quest to figure out who I am for quite some time now. Y’know, am I…
Emotional, not emotional?
Rude, compassionate?
Happy, sad?
Secretive, public?
Easy to read, evasive and difficult to figure out?

My journey wasn’t at all bad however the way that I came about it wasn’t particularly what I’ll recommend others to do. I have done all sorts of stupid things really. From spending over £200 at once on mac products (even though I knew nothing about makeup at the time) to diving deep into a relationship which I sort of lost myself in. Now, 200…

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Who Am I? – DOLAPO

That’s my baby girl right there 💞

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Today is the day and I must admit I am a little nervous but I am going to brave it out. To kick things off, it makes sense that I start with my own story so here it goes. For the next couple of days, a different story will be uploaded everyday at 8.30am (BST). Thank you

WHO AM I?

Up until a few months ago, I thought I knew the answer to this question. Actually, I knew I didn’t know but I wanted to believe that I knew. So, in order to do this, I went about my business everyday wearing a mask. This mask was on from the moment I woke up in the morning till I went to bed at night. I never took this mask off and so with time, I actually started to believe that this mask I was wearing depicted the real me.

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Nursery Rhymes.

I never thought much about nursery rhymes
Until I thought about the arms in which my heart lies
And now my thoughts have changed

I like to tell the tale of my love life
Like stories are told in a nursery rhyme
Don’t persecute me for my ignorance
It’s merely a crime

I like to think of the manner in which the children danced around
I too swayed with glee, my joy was unbound

The way the tune to each nursery rhyme remained enjoyable throughout the years
It was my name being said out loud with your voice, music to my ears

Like the soothing rhythm of each melodious lyric
His words flowed perfectly even to me, his number one critic

Resounding repetitions although just as exciting each time
‘I love you’ through his lips, the second time more body warming than the last

As some words were changed, forgotten or recently invented
So were our memories, the thinnest line between the truth and what I had fabricated

It’s jumbled up, so hard to explain
With more complications rising, either one of us can abstain

But no matter how many roses were red
Or violets were blue
Sugar will never know how sweet you were to me

Love,
A
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Day 7. My Zodiac Sign And Me.

Woahhhh there horsey! This was supposed to be a 30 day challenge but somehow, I’m still on day 7 although I started this in January 2013. Am I lazy or what?

Today’s about what I think my zodiac sign says about me. I actually have a picture to show you. It’s such a random thing to see lying around but both my parents are Sagittarius so, I’ll assume they got this to represent them both in some weird way. See the thing is, everything on here is more or less a compliment and I don’t understand how only positive things could be said about a large group of individuals born in a certain time period. A lot of the words could describe me and plenty other people who may be Cancer or Scorpio or anything that isn’t Sagittarius. I just don’t believe in astrology so, not a lot can be said about this.

On a positive note, we could all sit and admire this old vintagey beat up piece of decoration. It’s hard to come by these now.

Love
Sagittarius A
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“And if you ever tripped
I hope that I may be present
To subdue your fall
I hope that you land in my arms
And in them, find your haven
That my lips may be there
To cushion yours
But most importantly, I hope
that I may be that lucky person
Who gets you right back on your feet
Of that, I am certain”

Love,
A
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Drifting.

There I was, moving in a different direction
Our bearings completely independent of each other
He’s calling out to me but I cannot hear
Cannot allow myself to look back
Because behind me, a storm awaited
A way to familiar disaster
Reoccurring and indestructible
And no matter how many times I tried
No matter how much energy I channeled
The storm kept getting worse
Like my tears encouraged the rising waters
And my willpower contributed to the force that it carried
So now I’m sailing away
In an unknown direction
An unimaginable distance
He calls out to me once more
But I cannot look back
Cannot allow myself to feel the nostalgia boiling up
Cannot taste his lips and inhale his essence
I cannot be the same girl
So onwards I continue to move
Away from my situation and into the blue
I allow myself one last thought of him
Something to entertain my journey towards the unpredictable
So we’re sailing
No need for formalities, no point delaying
Due to the wind, involuntarily swaying
Slowly but surely drifting…apart

Love,
A
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How can I let this happen?

The wind in the willows whisper softly
Urging me to follow my heart
I take one step forward swiftly
But two steps back
It’s quiet, it’s dark
Full of uncertainties, a list of things that I cannot take back
Follow your heart they said
Let the words of love direct you in the right path
But how then can I let this happen?
When love is supposed to be the bright light at the end of the tunnel
Love, a combination of hope and happiness
Love, the absence of hate and regret
How then can I let this happen?
When the path that my heart has presented to me is incomplete
A thin line of rope suspended over a lake of fire
Narrow in it’s path, lovers are nothing but blatant liars
With a dark midst ever present in the surrounding
It’s hard to see, my vision is slowly diminishing
When the path leads me away from the love I was once used to
An inch away from the present,
one mile closer to the impermissible, unavailable, unforgettable
How then can I let this happen?
So I take a step back
And a few more
I’m now running a race in the opposite direction to the path that my heart has set out
Back in the arms of the previous
I can’t tell if I’m unwilling or dubious
Love still doesn’t live in this cold body of mine
But in the midst of all the confusion
I have learned to taste love with every sip that I take from each bottle of cheap wine
How could I have possibly let this happen?

Love,
A
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The Other Women.

J. We are the other women.

A. The ones that let themselves love a bit too much
The rejected

J. Outside looking in
The other face in the mirror
A reflection of my former self

A. We’re the ones to blame, we commited the sin

J. We hate the game . But we can’t change it

A. Overwhelmed by lust

J. Overwhelmed by love

A. It’s hard to fake it

J. Clawing helplessly at the seams of our broken heart
We search for absolution

A. Trying to put the pieces together
While we hold back our dark confessions

J. S , the scarlet let we bear on our chest
Reminding us we are nothing more late night steamy fumbles
Sluts

A. The voices in our head constantly bombarding us with aggressive words
We yearn to forget
Hope to be forgotten
But love holds us back

J. Bodies entangled in shameless exploration
Deep slow movements, small sounds escape my lips
A euphoric feeling between my legs
Orgasm

A. Profound yet, feeble
The slight rhythmic trembling of my physical form
Underneath his touch, his stare
His masculine figure stretched above me, beautiful and bare
For a moment, I was tricked into believing that I could be the one
His only one
But the other woman is who I have become
And the other woman is what I will always be.

Love,
A&J
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Must..Update..Blog.

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Hello lovies,

My name is A in-case you’ve forgotten about me. I personally wouldn’t blame you seeing as I’ve managed to abandon my blog for so long. This time, I’m not sure if it was because of my lazy nature or loss of interest or other unpleasant distractions. Did I just say loss of interest? Hah, never that darlings.

So, it’s the sixth month of the year and I want to thank God for allowing my precious soul see the first half of the year. That’s funny because for me, this has been the worst 6 months of my life prior to the 6 months before that. In general, that is. I’ve gone from one bad situation to the other, been insulted, disrespected and co…sad story really. However, there’s a lot to be grateful for in the midst of my semi-miserable months past;

– I’ve gone through yet another year in my education (mastered the art of cramming)

– I believe I’ve had to accelerate my maturation process due to certain situations

– I’ve been privileged enough to meet some of the most amazing people in the world(my support systems). There are people I know now that I wish I had known all my life and hope I never stop knowing.

Well that’s about it. I don’t really have much to say for now but, it’s nice to look back and find good in the evil that I’ve been presented with. I’ve grown as a person and it doesn’t matter what anybody thinks.

I just started this thing where I try to write poems/stories with two of my beautiful friends. I might extend it to more people later on in life. Basically, I get to write a few lines then they write a few lines after then I write another few lines. That’s how it goes anyway. So, I have a post coming that I wrote with my baby ‘Jewel’ which is not her real name but, that’s what you’re going to have to call her. It’s basically a poem about being the other women. Hmmm how would I know what it feels like? Am I the other woman? Dum dum dummmmm.

Love,
A
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