Trudy.K

I have been three persons. And I love them all equally.

[mostlytrudy]

Hopefully Not

Again, I found my childhood in someone as little as you,Opened my heart 💓 to folly wholly,And drowned again in a madness I can’t quite heal from.Again, I find my letters addressed to you,Although I undress my words so it’s nakedness hit you hard,Perfumed with the blood of my heart,Fragile as this seal – my tears.Again, I am devising a plan so you could stick to me like wax,So that you could be…

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Broken

I am the broken word who would repair by breaking myself out of this broken cage whose lock is broken by broke men, hoping to be broken too by words that need healing... –Trudy.K Being an unconformist will free you from what conformity will cage you in.

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[mostlytrudy]

Barefoot

I want to expose myself to the being who isn’t new to my nakedness.I want to expose myselfTo the eyes which are steady on my movementsBrilliant espyAnd yet not quite rehearsed in my steps.I want to expose myselfTo the heart unbothered by my inability to agree with its rhythm.I want to expose myselfTo the lips I may never taste-Life from a mouth I may never haveA voice I cannot recognize.I want to…

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[mostlytrudy]

Young, wild, and free

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[mostlytrudy]

What are you most proud of in your life? First, there is a whole lot that I am very proud of whenever I enter my self-assessment zone. But certainly, there’s always a couple or that one powerhouse no one can knock off about their lives when it comes to self attestation. An honourable mention is how I gathered myself back into tertiary education and dragged my sister along also. The experience…

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Ananke

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What could have been

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Sad Ending

I want to stop To actually accept the Fates Without the burden of guilt With the absence of pain Without the moral of some sort of a lesson. I want to be Everything that I know that I am Not because I was trained to be so And certainly not because I was without a choice And out of the thought that this is all a strict script One that no one bribes out of Neither because I dream of…

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Spiteful

Vanishing into these thoughts Driven unbalanced by each depth I gradually forfeit inane sentiments Replacing them with stoical scorn Once buried and held composed Now spewing out beyond my control

wpm

[mostlytrudy]

Again

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[mostlytrudy]

Born to live as high as these river tides

Raised to survive as showers of a morning mist

And found home in the desert lands.

Poor soul!

Directions up ahead lead to more barren and drought lands

Maybe a man should dig a well here

Name it a river

Purpose is where we have chosen to settle after all.

-Trudy.K

[mostlytrudy]

Born to live as high as these river tides

Raised to survive as showers of a morning mist

And found home in the desert lands.

Poor soul!

Directions up ahead lead to more barren and drought lands

Maybe a man should dig a well here

Name it a river

Purpose is where we have chosen to settle after all.

-Trudy.K

[mostlytrudy]

I have learned,

Not to fight God

Not to touch a man whose I's are a representation of himself.

I have learned,

To let go

To accept that pain is a painful path for peculiar persons as myself phasing into this life to understand joy.

I have fought,

Mostly out of the boxing ring

I held my fits against the woman who sits behind these words and tries to comprehend them too.

I have lost,

My pride

Often times we’ve been too hard on ourselves to be able to see the strength our God has built in us.

My dignity

Everything that defines what keeps my chin in the air

But my losses are reasons for my wins

My losses are reason they hate

Because I’ve kept together what should be lost altogether

And stood a ground ungrounded by gravity.

[mostlytrudy]

I have learned,

Not to fight God

Not to touch a man whose I's are a representation of himself.

I have learned,

To let go

To accept that pain is a painful path for peculiar persons as myself phasing into this life to understand joy.

I have fought,

Mostly out of the boxing ring

I held my fits against the woman who sits behind these words and tries to comprehend them too.

I have lost,

My pride

Often times we’ve been too hard on ourselves to be able to see the strength our God has built in us.

My dignity

Everything that defines what keeps my chin in the air

But my losses are reasons for my wins

My losses are reason they hate

Because I’ve kept together what should be lost altogether

And stood a ground ungrounded by gravity.

[bookingfangirl]

“They won’t tell you fairytales of how girls can be dangerous and still win. They will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin. I guess to them it’s a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in.”

— Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[thedemonswontwin]

It isn’t real

It isn’t real

When the lights go dark

It isn’t real

The gore feels loud

The frights they squeal

I flinch in my seat

But

It isn’t real

The music builds

My hairs they stand

The evil fades in

Leaving marks on my skin

I hold the chair hard

Til I see the whites of my hand

My heart starts to race

I turn my head right

My breathing speeds up

The horror feeds fright

Popcorn spills on the floor

I can’t explain it

I want more

My eyes get big

Turn around

I yell

The faces on the screen

Are doomed

I can tell

The theater air is cold

This movie won’t end well

The mayhem is hell

What a horrific sell

As I stand to leave

My heart sits in my gut

What I just witnessed

Is hard to conceive

Why do I go

Why do I do this to myself

Because it makes me feel alive

I live for the thrill

My mind swirls around

My body pounds hard

It isn’t real

But it is

I love the chills

[mostlytrudy]

Amazing writeup @thedemonswontwin

[mostlytrudy]

907 - Asamoah Pt1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1056916715-907-asamoah-pt1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=TakyiwaDjan&wp_originator=P%2B1%2FmLSRKcRy6qnZr62DOcX%2BRlIzxz61EBmzhd7MiDmjJ00QPvhH9U3Kj7lmjsq2LK3AE1L4edIFLpUCrHuyKsJQ1%2FfXyTCWs9%2FelxRK0mWr9cb5XYzV73zcD%2BTKRQuD As citizens of Western Africa are forced to change their way of life by the endless rains, they will also have to go back to their folklore in order to save their civilization. ******** Elijah has been hand picked by the Guardians to help restore the climate balance in his country. A healthy competition between both seasonal brothers which has gone sour. He will be confronted with sorrows of loved ones and his, make new friends he may never meet again, find love and lose it, even knowing dark spiritual secrets. But he shouldn’t fail his calling! ⚠️ Strong language ⚠️ Mature content ⚠️ 18 and above