My Fairy Tale

Why is the dream of a fairy tale-like love only limited to the minds of children?
Because when we are children our minds are always open to new things, we know how to have fun, but somehow along the path of growing and life we lose that ability. Whatever your reason for that is, I’m sure most of you lose that amazing ability because it’s too much work and there’s not a lot of space for that in society. But for one moment try to imagine being able to keep that ability alive throughout your life? Do you not think that it holds the secret to a life truly worth living?
I lived the norm, fell in place to what this world accepts as right, for the one day I came face to face with this ability and it was not just a moment to never forget but it was a start to a journey I never thought I’d be able to travel.
For what fun it was seeing your face and knowing absolutely nothing about you yet knowing that this is the person I want to grow old with, build a live with and most of all have fun with. That smile that appeared was so perfect and warm, I felt a brush of cool mint going through my spine. A simple “hello” made so much sense as after kicking off your shoes and falling on your comfy bed knowing….. this is home.
The dangers in knowing you never crossed my mind as I never felt this much at ease with anyone except my imaginary friend who was perfect to my every desire and what twins you two seemed to be. I didn’t love you because that is not enough of an expression to truly tell you how I felt… its indescribable. Every moment of fun I had with you, every moment of tears and even in the midst of anger and rage I felt like a princess you rescued from the castle and put on the throne of eternity…..

“IT’S NOT WORTH WINNING IF IT’S NOT WORTH FIGHTING FOR…..
IT’S NOT WORTH SHARING IF IT’S NOT WORTH CELEBRATING”

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By: Nicole J. Clarke

Photo: Nicole Clarke and Johnny Holloway ❤

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Soldier Of The Damned

Here we are slaving in our simple ordinary lives for prosperity doesn’t leap to the unfortunate.
One hand washes itself as the other is begging for mercy, as we are not merely perfect as perfect does not comply with delinquents of conspiracy.

As many have been, our paths lead to death anyway, for why is it so important to reach a top when u are already falling down. Let us hope for a better being as such dreams are often shattered with defenseless minorities. Let us dream of an only reachable ideal where perfection is the disillusion of faint memories. As having that sunset moment standing proud of the achievement at hand, knowing it’s you, you are the soldier of this damned world the one to dare go for that dream the one soldier that didn’t fall at another’s side, you think you made it for u surely are holding the medal, are you not?

As faint as it may sound call me heartless, call me savaging but answer me such a question never dared to be, why for real soldiers who fall at enemy lines even such who crash in no-mans-land, are we truly enough to be soldiers. By some are born with the bag of gold strapped safely to its waist by no means will it ever dry where others are born with no sense of freedom from the working class. Slaves we are and slaves we shall stay for there is no norm to work yourself up to what ladder if there is no ladder to be presented, and not in this country drowning in corruption from its leaders with no leading to give.

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By: Nicole J. Clarke