Venesha Owen
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Finding my faith
First time I saw faith
By Venesha Owen2 months ago in Art
Undetected
Things have been real crazy this past year on this planet here that we call earth. People have gone crazy having to always stay in quarantine in their homes. That really messes with the minds of people, even mine. About a year ago what I call the zombie apocalypse happened. Now people were not actually eating people brains, but it was driving everybody insane. It is a virus that is contagious and, the symptoms were like symptoms from if somebody smoked wet. Also known as Angel Dust. The actual name of the virus was Mad Man. Oh my god, it really made man, woman, boy and girl go mad. Sometimes the person would just look crazy and most of them would take their clothes off so that they would be naked. But the worst ones would attack you if you did not kill them, and if when you killed them, and some of their blood would get into your blood stream, then now, you are going mad to. I have witnessed so many killings. I feel so many diverse types of feelings when I think about everything I have witnessed and encountered over this past year or so. I feel sad, I feel mad, I feel horrified, and terribly disturbed. If life were to ever go back to how it was, I would be very, incredibly surprised. Last night I had to knock some girls head off her shoulders with a shovel because she wouldn’t stop trying to attack me.” Shakes head sadly. “That really messed me up because she had to be no older than sixteen, maybe seventeen, and yes it was a girl. I feel terrible for laying my hands on a female, but I am trying to live. I constantly remind myself that these people are no longer human, to these people I am prey, so I will kill when necessary. “
By Venesha Owen4 years ago in Fiction
Unconditional
A love that never dies It was a warm muggy night in Late July, it was a slight mist in the air, noting to keep me in the house though. I was sitting on my porch blowing a spliff when a visitor decided to stop past to see me. I hadn’t saw this visitor in years. If I’m being honest when I saw his dark silhouette coming up my steps my heart skipped an actual beat. I literally choked on the smoke. “You still can’t smoke I see”, said Lynell. “Shut up” I said while laughing and giving him the biggest hug I’m sure that he had ever gotten from me. I missed this man, like seriously missed him. There was never a man that made me feel so alive. When my skin hurt he was able to make it feel better, and I know that sounds crazy. When my heart was hurting he always handled it in the most delicate way possible. He was thee man. He just wasn’t my man, anymore. I don’t know why I was playing with him because he was definitely the man for me. He did everything right, and I did everything wrong, and for some strange reason, he still loved me. This man had unconditional love for me and after 10 years of not seeing him I realized all of that. I wanted him back 5 years ago but I felt like I was always playing games and to be honest, he deserved so much more than that. However, now on this Hot steamy day In July all I wanted was him.
By Venesha Owen4 years ago in Fiction
Threading the Needle
Threading the Needle What soothes my Soul When I was younger, and something would upset me I would do two things. I would listen to music, and I would write. Now what I would write mostly was based on the music I’d just been listening to, that would determine my mood and was the difference between me writing a rap or me writing a poem. It just always seemed like I could write my emotions down better than I could ever talk about it. For some reason when I write, I began to feel lighter and more at ease, like the world is being lifted off of my shoulders. I never have to worry about my paper going and running its mouth about my business to anyone, and for that I am grateful and appreciative.
By Venesha Owen4 years ago in Motivation
Big brown paper box
The Big Brown Paper Box It was just another ordinary day, or so I thought. I was walking home from work, something I did everyday except Saturday and Sundays. When I got home it was my usual routine, kick off my shoes, take off my bra and sit down and have a nice cold Twisted Tea. Those are one of my favorites, hands down. This was what I called the unwinding part of my day. Monday through Friday I worked with kids and as much as I love them, it was very very tiring. Anyway after about an hour of chillaxing, I decided I wanted to get up and start my dinner. I was eating chicken quesadilla’s tonight and I had to go to my mini garden inside my backyard to grab some peppers. As I'm gathering the peppers, from the corner of my eye to my left I saw something that was very unusual. It was unusual because nothing should have been there. So I fixed my eyes to the direction of the shadowy figure and I saw that it was a big box. An exceptionally big paper box. Of course I became startled because this wasn’t in my front yard or anything, it was in my backyard. And in order to get into my backyard you literally needed to go through my house. So im standing there, looking at the box, and slowly backing away. Whatever peppers I had, was all I was going to gather cause girlfriend was out ok. Anyway I get into the house and I call my friend Omar. When I called him he could clearly tell that something was wrong and said he’d be to my house in 5 minutes. So while I’m waiting for him, one of my neighbors came over because she needed some basil and peppers herself. I’m thinking to myself cool, she’ll see the box to and maybe we will open it. The strangest thing happened though, she didn’t see the box. She never brought it up, as a matter fact she actually walked right through it. My facial expression clearly showed that something was wrong because she asked if I was ok, and said I looked like I had just saw a ghost. I told her I was fine and said that I had just forgotten about something I didn’t do at work. She brought it, she thanked me for the basil and peppers and went on home. As she was going down the steps Omar was making his way up the steps. Omar had been my friend since we were kids, honestly we are definitely more than friends. The point was I didn’t think that he would think I was crazy if he couldn’t see the box either. So we went into the house and he’s like Nesh what’s wrong? I say just follow me to the backyard. So he does, and once were out there his first question was where did this huge behind box come from? I breathed out this big sense of relief, he was confused. I had told him that my neighbor couldn’t see the box so I was worried that he wouldn’t either. He said how didn’t she see this big old box, I was like I have no idea.
By Venesha Owen4 years ago in Fiction
