TheMindOfImani

Teen Writer | Jesus Is My Bestie 🫶🌈✨I like to put words together and make art. “To be cringe is to be free”

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TheMindOfImani

Teen Writer | Jesus Is My Bestie 🫶🌈✨I like to put words together and make art. “To be cringe is to be free”

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OH NO I BURNT THE BISCUITS

TheMindOfImani

1 min read

OHH I BURNT THE BISCUITS

Such a sorrowful morn

Burnt to the touch

And its buttery delight unknown

The day I seek its warm love

Is the day im made whole

A time of anticipation

Before unfortunate events unfold

I looked away…

Got carried away…

And everything in shambles came to a hold

For the biscuit I once knew

has now turnt stone cold

: )...

Poetry

Humour

(Cold call) Out Of Touch

TheMindOfImani

1 min read

I was your muse, Ha

muse…

What a way to put it

Like a project you played me and wrecked me

Till

You couldn’t

I danced on your tongue till your flavor palette

Got tired of it

My voice

music to your ear

But it changed and you forgot it

I belonged to you

Till you didn’t want it

Out of reach

Forever your “forgotten”...

Poetry

Drama

You Utter Stupidity

TheMindOfImani

1 min read

A table without a stool

You are the epitome of an idiot, not a fool

Yet you bring yourself down to a low state anyway

So an “ignoranous” might suit you in every way

Why do I waste life on a person who can barely breathe

Anything other than stupidity

You insult my intelligence thinking you can sigh anything sly past my own eye

I saw you before

I see you again

And hope never again is my fa...

Drama

YA fiction

Die While Still Alive

TheMindOfImani

1 min read

I died that night

The night those fingers curled around me tight

I thought it was love

Belonging, even..

But it was just another time

Another night

…

A time I was used for something different

A victim of my choices

•

He said I love you

But now looking at it; I think it was the way my body moved

The way he liked

) . (

( )

That’s just who I was that night

...

Poetry

Romance

I Still Think She’s Pretty (Chubby Kid)

TheMindOfImani

1 min read

PS: (listening to “SKINNY BY BILLIE EILISH” will definitely impact, for I wrote it with that in mind, for it related. Enjoyyy)

I’ve lost 40 pounds

I’m 17

I’m a girl

I’m black

I’m scared

I’m confident

…

I’m trying

I used to be suicidal

I used to hate myself

I’m sorry “me”

Sorry I didn’t love you like I should’ve

I’m sorry about the abuse I put against you

Your wrists and ev...

Poetry

Romance

Am I On Point?

TheMindOfImani

1 min read

The term *survival*

Definition

“The state or fact of continuing to live or exist, typically in spite of an accident, ordeal, or difficult circumstance.”

I always thought of surviving as being by a zombie apocalypse

Now that I'm older surviving looks a lot like simply trying to be yourself

In a place where filters are social medias best friend, ai can be a love companion, and simple surgeries...

Poetry

YA fiction

Im Not Scared To Die

TheMindOfImani

1 min read

I'm not scared to die..

It’s inevitable

It’s a promise

It’s a fact

But the choice to live

Find love

Fall in love

Travel the world

Or simply skip to a second beat

Never is

•

I ponder on things like this

The “What ifs” of the world

•

100 days left of 17

But I still feel like a little girl

•

I want to coddle myself with a lullaby

But I also know in that blink of an eye

I’m 40 with thre...

Poetry

YA fiction

A Cry For help… (A Poem)

TheMindOfImani

2 min read

Forwards seems like a distant tale

Too hard to grasp

God why am I so far

Is this too much to ask

You were never the problem

Yet I beat you to the tick of my own drum

I stay far as a punishment to myself

But staying away was not what you delt

I’ve been in a wooz

Daydreamed and confused

Knowing everything yet doing nothing at all

Is this to hard to recall?

I’ve been delegating

More like forget wha...

Poetry

God, Are You Crazy?

TheMindOfImani

1 min read

I heard a whisper once

Maybe it was the sound of my own breath

Or the hope of something more.

I heard the whisper again

This time more agile and infuriated

More or less,it was heard.

••

I hear the whisper frequently

So much going on in my brain

Yet its the only thing to make me feel sane.

I hear the whisper ongoingly and ever-flowingly.

Now yearned and wanted more then ever before

for ...

Poetry

Action

Crime Cases And Empty Spaces

TheMindOfImani

1 min read

I'm the epitome of God’s Daughter.

Nothing without him.

What no one see’s are the exact things they hide from everyone else.

That being tears, addictions, or secrets.

The father said

“Who told you were naked”.

But the thing is, he saw you before and during.

All there, to be there.

But if your mouth doesn't utter..?

You blind your eyes with your own hands..?

Lock yourself in a room you call a ...

Poetry

Drama