This is my inspiration

These scenes contribute to my creativity maybe they will contribute to yours

[ayveec]

The secret ingredient to have a good time . . . . Is a lil crime 🗣 (at Lopinot Historical Complex) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEnLfVWH22w/?igshid=i6e0igxqi5wn

[caribbeanculturecorner]

Some content from a community service project I took part in at the St. Jude's School For Girls on March 20th 2020 with my Rotaract Club of Diego Martin.

[caribbeanculturecorner]

Daily Routine 2050

Imagine rising at the crack of dawn,

My mind risen before the the

"cock a doodle doo of my neighbour's illegal chicken coop"

I rose with the descent of the moon.

Thoughts still tumbling over one another.

That waking dream escaping me.

Plucked out of my self induced coma

A personal save point.

My Fort that night.

On my best days I'd felt angelic, that glorious ring above my head encasing me in this protective suit.

Some nights there was warfare , my subconscious felt duty calling it to battle in the wide open field of my cranium.

Forcefully ejected from my crack at the base of my palm this substance anchored onto that high rise as we swung from building to building this one felt special.

Like it was platform exclusive, draped in my red a burning prickly sensation ran up spine I was in danger of waking too soon. I could sense it. I'd almost made it to my destination 8 feet to go.

All of these just memories .

Nowadays we didn't do that sort of thing.

We'd outgrew it.

Evolved beyond.

Nothing was more futuristic than it though.

They were wrong.

I'D hated the day they developed that chip.

Implanted at the base of the skull

I'd hoped for a Chris Pratt or Hemsworth or a Robert Downey Jr. to rescue me from this scarlet torture.

This wasn't it.

This abomination.

I released my bladder

How's that for a throwback

I'D been 70 years since I'd done such a thing accidentally

Nobody realised the magnitude of what we'd done.

Once I had that chip implanted I'd dreamt my last dream.

This was a waking nightmare.

Experimenting with text post format as opposed to posted pictures. To see if it's easier to consume.

[ayveec]

Open mic entry challenge write a poem with the word more. 2018

[caribbeanculturecorner]

Just a little something I wrote for an open mic

[trinbagoculture]

Cuevas. Trinidad and Tobago.

[caribbeanculturecorner]

This is where I stay.

One day. I plan to run away.

Mast fully erect.

Sails cast.

Take me out there.

There is no limit to dreams out here.

I'll live off the salt fish and scenery.

Life sustained by that which sustains all life.

This blue blood.

I bleed red, she bleeds blue.

I long to bleed the same as you.

Every organism sustained by the constant flow of this blue blessing.

It pools here.

Our own Atlantis.

This miniature lost civilization protects us, sustains us.

Mother is strong.

Mother would die for her children.

I don't want mother to die.

I want to run away and live on my own.

I want to be calm, and supportive like mother.

I want my wrath to force them to batton down their hatches.

Their storm shelters will not save them.

If I should feel mother be in danger.

I will uproot them all.

My passion vengeance swells.

I rise up ready to recede to build momentum.

I am not afraid to thrash you.

My Atlantis.

Harbour of my youth.

You owe mother your life.

Life mother did not owe you.

I receede.

I ran away.

But I will return.

With my dreams and blue blood.

I would give my life for mother or take yours.

[ayveec]

Not really Emancipated.

📸@truetalknolie https://www.instagram.com/p/Bofc010nl7n/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xo18ns7ngl8c

[ayveec]

Maracas beach at night,

Each waves greets my expectations keeping them at bay.

Each visit sand accompanies them to sea.

Each crash weathering away at all in which I am sure.

Each finger gently drums away the knots.

Each rough crest smooths over these folds

In the sand,

In my mind.

Each wave hails hi.

Each wave hails goodbye.

Allthingsavery.