Writing ✍️ & its powers

Writing & it’s powers

One day I pray to become the most important writer in the universe

Creating a different story for the eyes of many to read

along the white blue lined pages

I pray that my writings teaches love, compassion, and things in which many are able to relate to

Past, present, & future

Speaking into existence life or death

I pray my writing takes others on levels they never imagined they could be on

Levels higher above their own understandings

I pray my words speaks through the heart and it’s desires of a better place

I pray that each word written by my hands ignites the fire in your burning desires

That gates open and reveals the purity of my life in front your eyes as you devour into the meanings behind those lines

I hope that the sun continues to shine although rainy days I prefer but for my readers I wish they are sunny and bright inhaling the morning light exhaling the darkened cold and lonely nights

As each page takes you through a different universe

Speaking and pronounced differently each letter as it rolls off the tip of your tongue

I pray that you inhale and exalt my name

As I take you through some of memory lane

Although you may shed a tear from time to time

Let me clarify that though tears at night joy cometh in the morning light

Peace can be with you as you heal past and push through

Levels of pain leads you through life’s knowledge as gained

I pray my writings break those walls which you built around yourself to let go and let God do the rest

I pray I break that barrier between healing and hurt and combine them both to understand their points

I pray that each weak point is renewed with strength and more driven for progress of the hearts healing

Through my writing you will

See who

I am and begin to believe in yourself first and know that power comes with the choices of your words

Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏

Forced to kill by the devils whisper in my ear

The devil whispers in my ear

Forced to live and escape mentally my being

To rule over the lifeless body which sits in front of me while I held that scalpel in my right hand

All sorts of thoughts ran through my head

Invading the tiny space of sanity of which I had left

I am forced to make a decision quickly

Soon the cops will

Flood this facility

and the thoughts remain the same

“Should I let his lifeless body bleed out slowly or should I rip through his body again and again until I’m certain that he is dead?”

Time ticking as the first instinct I came up with

Rip through as that body turns blue, and pale

Knowing I’ve drained every drop of blood out of his disgusting veins

I’m satisfied now

He won’t ever get to touch any other little girl again

Inappropriately

He wouldn’t be alive to penetrate his penis inside a twelve year old child

I am forced to stop him now while I can

the devils whispers in my ear

Take the life of those who don’t deserve

Your wish

my command

Written by

Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏

Dark lights

Dark Lights

Walking along the sidewalk as the sun beams upon my skin and the hair strands stands on my forearm

Eyes closed hiding from the sunlight as darkness consumes my soul

Doors to a dark tunnel as the color changes from bright yellows to red and orange to deep black

hiding the lights to my heart

I hear the sounds as I walked further allowing the darkness to take me deeper to the sounds of water dripping from the ceiling

It’s the waves I hear

They all come

Crashing in

Down memory lane

From light to darkness

I enter the only room which was forgotten long ago

Years of the brutal attack when pain snatched all I had

It wasn’t the water in the ceiling

It was the blood clots from the deep cuts through my brain

As darkness over powers the light which was once alive in my soul

The rippling effect that it leaves

As the dark lights rule over my life

Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏

Alone time

No one will ever understand that sometimes I need my time to be alone

To meditate and reflect on the things that keep me sane

My writing my art and the minor things I do that keeps me alive inside

Other than constantly answering the phone to listen to drama and lies

those individuals can change their own circumstances

But refuse not to

I’m tired of the constant bickering and the brutal words when anger consumes my soul

I’m tired of arguing over the same old nonsense that I try so hard to speak positives over

Doubt things will ever get better

Being alone helps me to stay positive on my own

Because every one that surrounds me is so negative and depressing

I’m sick of the same old bullshit

Time to move forward and do my own thing

Nothing against anyone

Just tired of everyone else drama

I have enough of my own

And the more I listen the more I hate for unnecessary reasons

So it’s better I stay away

Because my heart became very cold

At this point

I don’t even know who or how to love anymore

So yes

I think the best thing is for me to stay away from the negatives that drains me and my soul

It’s easier to write of bad things

Rather than the tiny joys of life

So yes being alone

Does me perfectly right

Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏

Twisted thoughts

Twisted thoughts

Collective objects

Sharp instruments that can cut though the veins smoothly

leaving no traces of ridged edges

I know now that the

Doctors won’t be able to find the actual incisions unless it bleeds through and the blood surfaces to the top of my skin

That is the only way they will know that I’ve sliced through my veins

As I sit near the window sill

Looking out I see

The vultures of deep black

Ravens

The sign of death drawing near

The sun dims as the moon shadows over

Thunder and lightning yet no sign of rain heading near

As

Twisted thoughts enters my head

If I pierced through just a little more

I can implode the vein causing me to bleed out

Leaving my body dried out as if someone sucked the life out of my lungs

And ripped out my beating heart

I imagine

How would the coroner write their report

Would it be suicide or just another victim to a brutal attack of

Twisted thoughts

Implicated by another individual

Would the news report on television state that “a young woman who was filled with such love by others committed suicide because she was still not happy?”

Or would the title on the front page leave everyone worrying because they believe that someone like me who enjoys life so much was brutally attacked in her own home?

I wonder sometimes if I did commit suicide,

What would the world believe and the ones who knows me

How would they look at the frontlines of the newspaper while they sip on their morning coffee?

I wonder what would they feel?

As I sit

With twisted thoughts of dismembering my body parts because I am fed up of life that which I was never happy at all

Pleasing others before myself

Taking into consideration of other individuals and their feelings

I forgot myself

And now that I am far gone

I live on with twisted thoughts 💭

To be continued…

Title given by; Gary B.

Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏

Time

Time

I dedicate my time

My love, my energy into most things I do

There’s times I may not be able to give that time to do the things I need to do

For others

But I try the best I can

No matter the circumstances or situations

Time is precious and it’s some things which we can’t ever get back

Once lost

Can never be found

Once given

Can never be taken back

Once dedicated

Can never readjust

Time is the essence of life

We live to eventually die

Through time

We are each accounted for

Our deaths we know nothing of

Because when it is our time

To depart

Time awaits for none of us

Time is valuable

Cherish it

Embrace it

Accept it

Adore it

For time is not with us forever

Make the best of the time which you have for there’s no telling when the clocks stop ticking and the breath we have left will

Be gone

Time is life

Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏

Dreams

Dreams

They feel so real

Awakening to a different scene

Confused and uncertain of what else is there next to do

Body shaken up

Sweat dripping

Not sure if it’s cold sweat or anything I should be concerned about

So vivid so real

Sometimes I wonder what if it was the way things were supposed to be

As somersaults take place inside my stomach

My mind corrupted and I’m lost

Trying to piece the puzzles together

Making much of what I have to what I dreamt is just another complication

Writing it all down and trying to figure it out

Still there’s no sense of direction inside my head

My motions are battling against my emotions

Indecisive of going straight or in circles

Wrapped up into my own complex situations

Dreams

They take you on different levels of insanity

Trying to interpret of what they mean

To be continued…

Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏

Darkness in the Asylum

Darkness in the Asylum 

Walls closing in 

Visions of things 

Mind boggled, thoughts are lost

My feet began wandering 

Eyes open; yet blind

The darkness and invasion luring me in

My privacy stolen from me 

The hallways that hears my screams 

Needle after needle piercing through my skin

Hair rapidly falling from my head 

As if shaved with an invisible razor on a thread slowing pulling with vicious force 

Face drooped, skin hanging, caused from deprivation of food 

Body bruised from the constant beating 

Wrists with lined imprints of the shackles which locked me away 

Punished for my eyes playing tricks on me 

Medications forcefully injected in my veins 

My body shivers and in constant pain 

as tears streams down my face, while I write this scribe and lower my head in disgust of the person I’ve become 

Institutionalized because I see things which are not always there! Is it my fault that the darkness is closing me in? 

To be continued…

Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏

Makeup 💄

Makeup

Caramel foundation, peach blush

Golden highlights above the Cupid’s bow, eyebrow bone and the tip of my nose

Eyeshadow colors of peach, brown and gold.

Black liquid eyeliner does the trick

A little mascara to plump the eyelashes giving them a more thick and seductive look

Red matte lips 👄

Now it’s all understood

That a lady with her makeup on fleek is a priceless beauty to see

She hides her emotions behind a colorful explosion

Makeup the magnificent magician 🎩

That hides the face and creates

Any form of illusions

Optimistic Devi ❤️✍️🙏