BEYOND THE DARKNESS


She waited year for the devotion she laid out in return only to be disappointed. Taking her dignity and her pride she walked into the light. Standing in the darkness he yelled her name, drowned out by tumultuous rains. Refusing to look back she released her pain, she would never know darkness again. .
Moral of the story: Do not let another be the key to your happiness. Find peace in yourself and your happiness will find you…
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T E A  A N Y O N E.


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While compiling some research I stumbled upon the essays  of Stuart Hall, I was amazed at his intricate analysis of identity and ethnicity. Understanding the importance of  cultural identity and ethnicity and its connection to the individual make up of ones identity. Brings me to my point –  Lately there has been a surge in black media and literature and I guess that can be attributed to the growth in creative outlets. The black narrative has long since been ignored by british mainstream media and the absence of the authentic voice reduces the effectiveness of developement in these essential areas. In order to address the lack of diversity in books and provide books or media that displays this, we need more writers of colour. It is essential we tell our own stories in our own voices.
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T H E  F R E Q U E N C Y:

They disturbed the earth with their presence, blinded the sun with their shine. Unite sisters that have been adorned by the heavenly divine. They came to win, everytime. Their speech was like beautiful music, a tune you can rewind. A smile from their lips a picture you can keep in your mind. As they  dance across your frequencies moving evolving over time. .
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I wrote this after another morning of sullen faces and silence. What happened to a general ‘morning’s or a bright good afternoon’s?
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Then I remembered we are all dancing to our own tune. .
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ALL KINDS OF ❤ING

I had drifted across sands and sea, yet I had never envision such beauty as she. Standing in the eye of the sun , covered in natures gold she stole a part of my soul. Even though she didn’t know it or me there was some force pulling me closer. Never I imagined that love would find me on home ground after covering each ends of the earth but suddwnly there she was in the mist of the people who had discouraged my dreams and shattered my wishes.

There had never been anywhere far enough from dissapproving eyes and salty opinions yet back in the fold of the judge and jury something strange was happening. The air cooled as the crowd moved around her aura never disturbing the bulb magicalliy encasing her beauty she looked my way and the earth tremble.

Nudgung me forcefully my youngest sister frown deeply. “Are you ok you look as if you have seen a ghost.” She asked with grave concern.

Slapping her palm upon my brow as if she had a thermometer hand she sighed with relief.

To enamoured to speak I stumbled over my words “I..I.”

Unable to catch my breath speech had evaded my conciousness and love had swallowed my words.

“Let me get you some water.” Kizzy offered her warmth leaving my side, leaving me naked to discovery.

My eyes must have bore through her skin as she glanced my way so fleeting before returning to her conversation less disturbed by my presence than I hers. The thunder in my chest throbbed painfully as Kizzy shoved a glass of water in my hand with the order to ‘drink’. Gulping the clear liquid I hoped to ease the unusual magnet charge pulling my gaze to the wonderful Miss Samson and her quirky attire but I was too late.

A foot away she smiled sweetly letting her hand fall before me so gracefully I gratefully accepted.

“Tara, right.”

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WILDFLOWER..PART 3

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The success of dinner had eased the nagging sense of dread everytime he thought of Lilly , yet he still could not comprehend the fact that she had hiddwn his child from him for so long. Milly had been with child on their wedding day and event that would never had happened if Lilly had annouced her own. Even now he could remember his mothers disgust at his poor taste in women.
“Those people have no class Jasper, they inherited that property from The Rulers. They are of no blue blood. I will not condone this at all.” She said.
He could remember it like yesterday, the way Lilly had shrunk in size, tears falling from her face as she stood in the doorway while he said nothing.
That was the last time he laid eyes on her and last time he revealed in his wealth.
“Seriously Jasper.” Milly snapped, interupting his thoughts. ” You are so dostracted lately.”
Pulling her upon his lap he kissed her cheeks until she giggled. “Now thats more like it.” She sighed. “Jasper I was wondering if we should invite Jazz over to keep Milly company she is so lonely since the move here and school doesn’t start for another three weeks.” She tutted. ” Why she has to go to public school I have to idea.”
“We can’t just choose her friends for her and the idea of my children growing up pompous and self entitled is not pleasing. How will they know what is expected of them if its already done for them.”
Milly frowned. ” if i didn’t know better I think you were a poor man.”
Jasper laughed as she and rose from his lap. “Seriously Jasper, Jazz seems like a nice girl, we’re in the middle of nowhere for christsake.”
Jasper winced at her whining tone. “Ok Milly as you please but if it all goes sour you only have yourself to blame.”
Milly clapped gleefully rushing to tell her daughter the news. Looking out the huge bay window he could see the house in the distance, below he spotted a head of hair running across the field and his chest tightened. Life could have been so different. .
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WILDFLOWER….PART 2

It had been weeks since he had seen Lily but tonight he might have to face the inevitable. Milly had decided that a social gathering of the neighbours was the best way to introduce themselves back into his old neighbourhood reguardless if he knew half the block, she did not.
The table had been set and the food laid out in a beautiful array of silver trays ranging in sizes. Milly had gone to great lenghts to impress the families of the nieghbouring houses and here he was suited and booted with a smile to greet his guest, yet inside he was tormented. After all these years the sight of Lilly had evoked childhood memories, ignited a flame that hadn’t died and he felt the burn deep in his chest. “Jasper.” Waving frantically Milly shook her head. ” I do apologise my husband is not usually away with the fairies. What did you say your name was again?”
“Frank Jones.” Jasper offered
Frank smile broadly a low rumbling laugh shaking his beer gut protuding before him before extending a hand. “One and only.”
“Welcome to my home.”
Bella guided Frank to his seat while the hosts remained in position. Looking over the head of the fifth guest he sighed deeply.
Grabbing her husbands hand Milly pulled him close. “Not to long now, first we christen this house with good company and the finest food then, we can christen the bedroom.” .
Nodding he smiled warmly before returning his gaze to the door but the door was no longer in his vision standing before him in a ruby red gown and her hair flowing down her back he could have swore Lilly’s eyes twinkled.
“Hunny this is Lilly she lives right next door.”
His palms sweated and his heart pounded
Stepping forward Lilly shook his limp hand and said “Nice to meet you Jasper, this is my daughter Jazz!”
There she was again the vision of his nightmare, a being he had created without his knowledge.
Turning on his heels he called for Bella. “Time to eat.”
“So sorry, I do not know what has gotten into my husband lately. It must be the move.”
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WILDFLOWER…..PART 1

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The house stood behind the shrubbery completely shaded from the world, but she knew it was there. The tall pillars and large verenda had decayed over the years and strips of paint had begun peeling on her last visit. Strolling down the beaten path her palm grazed the blades of grass leaving them dancing behind her. It had been a long time since she had walked this way and she intended to drink every bit of the scenery for future thirst.
Her heart lived her on this land and even though Jasper had long gone only his memories exsisted in the fields; their first kiss, there first fumble and the day she would never forget. Moving through the shubberry she stepped into a time warp. Gone was the peeling paint and the vision of decay. Bees buzzed from flower to flower and birds chirpped lively. The grass had been mowed and men moved furniture from a loaded van.
Her heart sunk at the thought of her memories being replaced by others. Little did she know that the truth would free her from the heavy burderns of the past.
Jasper junior spotted the lady before she saw him, strolling towards her his hand outstreched from a handshake he greeted her warmly. “Hello, can I help you?” Taking his hand she shook her head. “Sorry I grew up here, I was just taking a walk down…..” “Memory Lane.” Jasper Senior interjected ” Madeline Rose, how good it is to see you.” There he was dark and handsome with a speckle of grey in his crown.
“Junior go and help your mother with the furniture.” Never taking his eyes off her he stepped forward confidently. ” It’s been a long time!” There were words she wanted to say but she couldn’t remember them under his glare. A rustling sound drew there attention as a young girl burst through the shrubbery her hair wild and unkempt.. “Mum why do we always have……” stopping mid sentence Jazz stared at the stranger beside her mother. “Dad.” Jazz squealed
Jasper looked down and frowned. “You must be mistaken!” He responded mortified.
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HIS BONNIE HER CLYDE : PT2

Clyde dropped her bag on the floor and ruffled her hair, a twelve hour shift had sunken her feet so far into the ground she was walking like a penguin. Pulling open her wardrobe she removed her grey fluffy bath robe with the hood and proceeded to the bathroom in need of water. The water swallowed her like the whale did Jonah, the days work rinsed from her skin she covered her nakeness and padded acroos the floor to her disguarded bag. Scrambling through the contents she pushed aside the old letters and spotting her phone at the bottom.

Scanning thrpugh the message she read Bonnies message twice.

“She is not serious!” She remarked in the empty room.

Pressing call she crossed her legs and listened to the persistant ring tone.

“Hello, you need to get here now!”

Six months she had been exclusively dating Shaun and suddenly Bonnie turns up out of the blue to rock her whole world. College was a far cry from the real world and bills but Bonie brought her back to a time she hadn’t forgotten. Shaun was on the verge of propsing and she was on the verge of slipping benwath the sheets with an ex he had no idea about. Sbaun Hunter wasn’t no ordinary man, he had reputation to upkeep and she had to live up to his requirements if she wanted to becone Mrs Hunter. But here was Bonnie with her carefree attitude and insatiable desire -Fuck you Bonnie.

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Bonnie pressed the buzzer and waited for the click, pushing open the door she stepped into the building foyer and pressed the lift button. Inside the lift she tapped her foot impatiently counting down the floors until the lift shuttled to a stop. The doors open and Clyde stood akimbo with a scowl on her face.

“Now that is a welcome!” Bonnie laughed.

“What the fuck you playing at?” Clyde hissed.

Stepping out into the hallway Bonnie smile. “Hey beautiful.”

“Don’t beautiful me Bonnie, I told you I’m not interested in your little scheme.” Clyde snapped. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

Bonnie winced. ” Look can we go inside.”

Crossing her arms defiantly Clyde stood stationery, reaching out Bonnie gripped her wrist and pulled her close feeling the warmth of her breath upon her skin. Leaning close she let her lips graze her neck feeling her weakening Bonnie smiled.

“Lets go inside.”

“After you” Clyde snapped before looking down the hallway left and right.

Entering the apartment she stepped through the scent of Sarah Jessica Parker Lovely and slammed the door shut.

“You are crazy, do you even know what your doing with your life.”

Bonnie lifted the corner of the throw on the sofa before releasing it absently.

“You see Clyde the difference between me and you is thay I live in my truth.” Bonnie replied slowly. ” Dezzy excepts me for who I am but will the Pastor except his First Lady and all her desires.”

“Your a devil do you know that Bonjie. Everytime I get mh life together her you cone to fhck it up.”

Bonnies smile and Clyde resosted the urge to harm her.

“I dont make choices for you Clyde, I give you options.”

“Options that please you and leave me on the sidelines like unwantdd trash. No thanks. I found a man that loves me and I wont allow you and your latest conquest to fuck it up.”

Bonnie shook her head and unzipped her long black jacket. ” We were meant to be together Clyde. You know and I know it.”

Clyde lowered her gaze her flushed cheeks already exposing her bashfulness.

” I’m getting married.”

“I’m married.”

Crossing the distance between them in a breath and a heart beat Bonnie stood before her, breathless she tried to breathe.

“Tell me to leave and I will leave.”

Clyde opened her mouth but the sound of metal twisting and keys jangling turned the room black.

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