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Critics

/ Tawana K Watson

People who give you their input when you don’t ask for it should cease to exist

I hate when I post a story or poem (depending on my mood) people respond with their two cents which I never asked for

If you don’t like the stuff I post then don’t continue to read it 🤷

Funny thing is these idiots continue to read and then chime back at me

So for the critics I have one thing to say

STICK IT

Madness Part 1 It Begins

/ Tawana K Watson

Once I was striving for a life that I saw portrayed before me

However

As the time moved the dream got bigger

And I learned the lessons that many learned much later

I could do without this illusion called life

Its cold and the shadow falls and you are trapped within a reality that was never meant to be real

Seeing the picture on the faces of the those who believed 

In a situation that only exist within this realm of reality

Opening your mind

My life if that is what you want to call it

Had its limits and I could not soar as I wanted to soar

So I learnt to 

Disappear

Failure is something of an enigma

A handsome face

A peaceful evening reading or writing 

Then we are alone

This thing called life is funny that way

Once there was a girl who lived her life 

This girl you see lived her life in the shadow of those people before her

Then one day she woke up and the sun wasn’t shining

What we all have in common is nothing major 

Just the life the dictators tells us we have to strive for

1975 was a horrible year

The year that open the flood gates to indecent sadness

Heartache and helplessness

People smiling and pretending to be content 

When in actuality they are going nowhere

I alone sit staring with no expression

Dreading tomorrow

Silence is a welcoming friend

No judgement no sarcasm 

Their faces are covered with red tears as they all try to hide their sorrows 

Sorrow comes in and sits down 

We talk and contemplate the children

Laughing unbothered

My spirit is nervous unbroken

I can’t find the answers to the lessons 

The ones from my youth

The ones that haunt me 

Its funny

We all are given the gift of uniqueness 

Instead 

A madman laughs in the distance 

And the rest hide in the shadows

While we pretend

Simple

/ Tawana K Watson

Sometimes I wonder what I should do

I need to take some time for a tropical vacation

Instead pushing the line passing for normal

Those who believe that we should exist to make money and compete with everyone are twisted

I have a lost of words

A Serial Killers Manifesto (work in progress)

/ Tawana K Watson

I always knew I was different, how others reacted to certain things like seeing a baby or falling in love, I felt nothing. One evening I saw a stranger walking down the street, so I followed. As this stranger reached a deserted part of the street, I rushed up behind them, grabbed them and pulled them into an alley. As this stranger tried to fight to get free, I took the blade out of my back pocket and slit their throat. The stranger then slumped down onto the ground, bleeding, struggling to be helped, I just stood there and watched this stranger die. I didn’t feel a damn thing.

At this moment I knew who I was and what I was supposed to do and from that point forward I never stopped.

I taught myself to be normal to fit into society, I live a lie. As I watched the normal exist I mimicked them as I stalked them to kill.

Another Disney Ending

/ Tawana K Watson

Jackson and I is meant to be. The other day when he came to get me so we can go up to the lake, he was serious and said he had a plan. Now I love Jackson and would follow him any and every where.

We meant up with his brother and cousin. I never really knew them but Jackson trusted them so I did too.

As I sat in the car waiting on the guys to come back I swear I saw the devil but it was the heat…it had to be

The boys ran out carrying bags and yelling start the car

they jumped in the car and I whipped the car around and flew down the road

When we got far enough I pulled over and we got out of the car

The guys empty their bags on the hood of the car and I couldnt believe my eyes I haven’t seen that much money in my whole life

Jackson smiled at me and I reached behind my back and took out the 45

Jackson pulled his 9 from his waist band

I shot first hitting Jacksons brother dead center in the chest and well Jackson shot his cousin in the head

We grabbed the money and jumped back into the car leaving his brother and cousin behind bleeding out on the side of the road.

We drove it seemed like forever; Jackson finally pulled over at a motel…I was exhausted, it had to be way past midnight

We got the room and unloaded the car especially the bags of money into the room

Near day break I heard a car pulling up then there was a soft knock at the door

I jumped up put on my clothes and open the door

“Let’s go,” my sister said. I grabbed the bags of money and kissed Jackson as he was struggling to get free from the chair I tied him too

As I threw the bags in the car and got into the driver seat I heard the gun shots then my sister got into the passage side of the car and we drove off.