Black Paper

Reflection You cannot run away from today. Where would you go anyway? You cannot hide from this tide. It holds you by each side. Face your fears & turn them into cheers. Look at the mirror, despite its terror. No matter how much you will tremor, Face it. Embrace it. The mirror does not lie, It is a physical reply. It shows. It knows. It will reveal what does not appeal. Understand, what has been planned, may have led you here. But, if you go even further, you can have so m

Your comments mean alot. These are actually random pages I have selected to share on this site from the 9 Volume book series that I am working on. Remember Johnny Applebee’s Books He’s writing? they’re actually mine.🌙The entire sequence rhymes. Each page is a lesson to aid the reader with whatever it is they are going through and assist them. Whatever the title of the page is, is what the page will be about.

~Self~ You cannot be yourself when you do not know who you are. You will never get anywhere. You can never go far. You will be stuck in this muck, right here with no cheer, With this page in this cage, in old age, in this atmosphere. Self discovery is the road to recovery. That is the only way you will appeal. That is the only way you will ever heal. But, only, if you are real. You can not produce magic when you are being inauthentic. Do you think that you can? It will destroy

♥️♥️♥️♥️please do. It’s dark in the truth of people being “lost” and left behind, I suppose. idk why it just got to me. in a GOOD way mind you!

.....MRM Touching. Riveting. Raw. Real. Just four of the many words I can use to describe this “piece” I’ll call it.😮👁 I am a ghost, after all, I suppose. Why did this make me actually tear up? 💔✨ i’d Say the ending was my favorite part, but, that’d be a lie. I liked it all. Don’t make me choose. This has that Bitter sweet dark /light tone to a story, novel, or even a movie that I like to “taste” and experience, every here & there. It’s the dark chocolate of a read that I like to get every once in a while.🍷🥀 Thank you.

I’ll rhyme it for ya... This story is a hidden treasure, And, a secret pleasure. 😏⛓🖤

No where was it stated a minor and an adult would be intimate. As a once struggling teen, himself, the character becomes a role model, protector, and a guardian to the other character in question.

I love Jimmy! Omg.♥️😂 Great Chapter MRM.👁🌑 “Well, that was mighty nice of you, Chandler, but you know non-authorized adults aren't allowed on campus. It's for the protection of the kids, you know.“ -By the way, as I read that I was like “Oh FU** off & eat me.”🙄

“He’s just better at being a teenager then everyone else.” I know what you mean. So true. Love this analogy. And to anyone complaining and whining about another Brandon story- no one has chained you to a wall and threatened you to read it or else. If MRM wishes, he may use his creativity in order to produce one for those who WISH to read another Brandon encompassed piece.🌙✨

Hehe, yeah! And, that sounds wonderful. I love the rain sometimes. It’s very calming, I feel. Sometimes, I think it’s best to “listen” and let nature talk and hear what it has to say. I’m a believer in “The world will talk to you when you stop talking.”. We don’t always need to say anything. The rain is a pretty sound. At least for me.♥️✨ I enjoy the thunder, also.👁💫

Chapter 7 ~Raven’s Roof~ Salem locked my door. He LOCKED MY door; he didn’t lock his door. It was MINE. That’s like untieing my own shoe lace. That’s like taking my lunch money and saying- “You owed me from last time.” That’s like walking into my house and eating any food that he wanted to out of my fridge, without even asking me, as I watched while he says, “Well, you ate at my house so, now, we’re even.” This is crossing lines of personal territory that I did not feel comfortable

I like hard to get.⛓🖤 It’s my favorite. But, don’t worry. I’ll feed the hungry & clothe the naked...

Chapter 6- ~The Gun Of Fun - The Game Of Shame~ “You gonna be there, bro, or what?” I read on my iPhone as I sat down, slumped, in my one piece chair & desk, four rows into the classroom of my Algebra class. I didn’t reply. Salem was asking me, in text, if I could meet him outside of school near the side entrance by his locker which was right next to the school cafeteria. It was already 2:13pm with only 17 minutes left for school to depart, yet, I felt as though I had just ente

The Task You know what you have to do as you continue. You knew. It is true. You can deny it all you want. But, that will, only, haunt. Don’t deny it. Do not try it. You can be in denial on this trial, all the while, But, it will, only, take away your smile. Do not hesitate to change your fate, Or, you will be late. You already were. You already are. If you read this, now. You could have gone far. You delayed what could have been

Even those who are extremely less fortunate have the ability to obtain flip phones and other standard communication electronics, either by the government for free, or at a very reasonable price with very standard features such as text messaging, and internet 3G or edge network browsing. I don’t know if I’d say Derick is “Dirt Poor”. I think they are less fortunate in obtaining the luxuries of recreation that standard society gets to enjoy, but, remember, many of those “dirt poor” names and labels were directly coming from the rich kids, themselves, in an attempt to bully Derrick who are far more financially fortunate & stable then Derrick and his mom. Also, those names were also exaggerations made on purpose by them just to bully Derrick and make him feel worse about himself and also Derrick, himself, in his own monologue exaggerates his situation as he is a kid and views his own living situation a bit worse than it really is as he compares himself to other pupils his own age as all kids do.

The Past III You cannot move on, Until the Past is gone. If you look back at what was black, You will never make a comeback. You know you have to go. Stop denying the truth. If you are old, Stop denying your youth. Stop wishing you could. Stop wishing you would. Stop doubting you should. Stop holding onto to what was there. You are holding onto despair. Give, now, not a single care. Look forward to the future. Know it is good,

“I hate Valentine’s Day.” -I love that you start with this.

The poofy fluffy is just me being random at night. 🤦🏼‍♀️😤🤷🏻‍♀️😛

Yay!

Heyy uhm Pagey Scrawly Poofy Fluffy.... ok Julian just... Shutup.

Patience Slow & Steady wins the race. You don’t need to run all over the place. You don’t need to hurry. You don’t need to worry. In order to grow, flowers take time. Never forget this intuitive rhyme. Do the work that, only, makes sense. Never forget this sentence. Never forget to have Patience. I know this is not a poetry themed forum, but, I thought I’d share this little poem I just wrote with you all.🍷🥀🖤⛓

Com, honestly, I just love you. You know that? This story truly means a whole lot to me on many levels. Alfredo chicken pasta? Pshh! I meeeeeannn are you gonna make Pasta Carbonara or Rigatoni Bolognese next to Dazzle me some more?!✨🤷🏻‍♀️😏 Oh! And, not gonna lie, his mom? Yeah, I like her.👠 And, this? I look out for her. She looks out for me. Just like it has always been...since Dad died. This is the “Extra kick in the Alfredo Sauce” to a story that adds that special something to a relationship I always like to see. It brings their relationship down to a more personal and relatable level that is almost innocent in nature. It makes me “feel” them some more. And, I love them and you for it. Thank you.🍷🥀 What, exactly, do I mean by that?—> It’s cuuuuuutee.😂

Am I the only one who couldnt really do much for July 4th? 🤦🏼‍♀️😏😂

Thanks...& holaaaa. Please, don’t hate me, I know you liked the view, but I just got my haircut & embraced my darkness.⛓ This is what Black Paper really looks like.🎩🃏♠️

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