Pharaoh Essensual
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Here, telling the truth's of my life, the creation in my mind. Sharing what is naturally, mine. Given to me by the Divine.
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The End of the Road
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. I'm a sucker for nature so, all the white trees were making my heart smile. Normally, it'd be enough to take my mind off any worries, troubles, or intrusive thoughts I had. But this time around things were different. Its stillness didn't translate as well as it normally did. Each glance outside of the car window seemed to get shorter and shorter as the flashbacks of us grew longer.
By Pharaoh Essensual3 years ago in Fiction
FALLING
Kicking, Yelling, Screaming, Crying; Let me out. Please, let me out. I hate it here. It’s so dark. So, cold. I just want to go but then again what happens if I leave? Life is uncertain but who says death fixes anything? The beauty is blissful but the pain drives me insane. Why? Why does it hurt so much? One things for sure, beauty doesn’t prevent the feeling of ugliness. The mind can take you so deep. Deep down into this abyss of nothingness…. where you lie. Being told how much no one loves you. How much you’re not worth it. How much I need and don’t have. How love is the key yet…. I can’t hold onto it to save my life. Thinking of how so many people are confined for their minds being just like mine. A cell with padded walls, and a designer straight jacket to ensure no escape…. Still fly as we drown in our sorrows. Your mind; or a prison. Oh God please, let me out.
By Pharaoh Essensual4 years ago in Humans
A Lesson in Respect...Or Lack there of.
My mother stomped me out once. Literally, feet ‘pon mí body sum’n serious. I remember lying on my bedroom floor, curled up in a ball, crying. Anticipating when the next kick would come crashing down onto my young, but mature body. I was about 14 or 15 years old at the time; The “smelling yourself” age as my people call it. As I laid there after the altercation all I could think was “How? How could you say you love me and do me like this? Treat me so bad.” Let’s rewind a few years so you’ll have a better understanding of how we got to this point.
By Pharaoh Essensual4 years ago in Families
The Shadows
“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed. Falling in slow motion, arms stretched out in disparity. Reaching out for something… anything to hold onto. But, there was nothing. Nothing but silhouettes, barely visible against the empty, dark space, the hole, I was evaporating into. Like quick sand, the harder I fought to stay afloat, the quicker I drowned into this pit of nothingness.
By Pharaoh Essensual4 years ago in Longevity
KeKeLoLo From The Block
“How you feeling lil girl?” My mother yelled across our complex parking lot from in front of her good girlfriend’s house a few yards away as I came walking by. I walked toward her to close the gap and express my very personal, honest opinion that required close attention. “I’m just disappointed in myself honestly like, I’ve…” mid statement she goes “Girl you gotta let that shit GO!” Subtlety hasn’t ever been one of my mother’s strong suits, laughing out loud. This personality trait often caused a lot of friction between the two of us in my childhood years. See, when I needed to hear and feel things in a more calm and affectionate way, be coddled, expecting her to understand that; When my needs weren’t met, it pained my heart. Making me feel a bit inadequate at times while, simultaneously applying that same sentiment to her.
By Pharaoh Essensual5 years ago in Families
