
Faith David Jr.
Professional writer, and author.
Wade into my UNIVERSE, and become the sun ☀️
In your sky, let stars ✨ be born.
Member Since: 1 year ago

Chained Thoughts
From the diary of a bipolar.. To her current cold hearted self too numb to feel, and too indifferent to even try. I am sorry.. I should have loved and be loved better not harder. I should have never begged to be loved. I should have never settled for less at the expense of my sanity. But how would I have known then? I was too innocent and naive to have looked before I leaped. Now I am forced to live with the scars of memories that never learned how to stay dead; reminding me that some wound...

Chained Thoughts
Diary of a bipolar.. It's has been while. 365 days of overthinking again. Perhaps, not wanting a reoccurring theme. Perhaps just the habitual game play of moodsl Most definitely No definitely not. I know this feeling; it is pain. I feel the burning embers of my last emo fires, darkening my walls. Warming up my coals with memories and instigating thoughts. My dreams are left in a wake of my troubled thoughts, night terrors and endless uneventful waking moments drowning in my own sweat. What ...


#poetry #nirclepoetry #spokenwords #lovestory #nirclestories #neighbours #hellonircle
#poetry #nirclepoetry #spokenwords #lovestory #nirclestories #neighbours #hellonircle

If We Were Like The Four Seasons-WINTER
If we were like the four seasons Perhaps I should have frozen our spring. I should have kept our burning hearts in stasis. This way they wouldn't have been dried out like a raisin in the summer sun. They wouldn't have died a thousand deaths of fall. If we were like the four seasons How much it pains me to say, you were right. You warned me, but my ears were stuffed with sweeteners I crowned my bloodlust muscle king and she put us to death. Woe is me to have thought of poppies and meteor sh...

What is Wrong with Nircle?
This is a plea to Nircle team. Is any other user having issues with the app or the site? I literally can’t understand what’s going on anymore. I get comment notifications but when I open to respond I don’t see the comments. I can’t react or respond to comments which is very bad. Right now I can’t upload my videos because after doing it, it doesn’t upload, but I see an increase in my videos with two extra that I don’t even see in my catalogue. Some areas don’t even opened,...

Chained Thoughts
From the diary of a bipolar.. To a wild world She saw this somewhere Somewhere I cannot seem to remember any longer. The world was burning. Chaos spread like wild fire, everyone for himself. She knew they were all going somewhere, because she herself was being pulled. Was it a lover? Family? The familiarity was keen, somewhat intimate. Yet his face, unfamiliar. He pulled with all his strength as she screamed. Her bloodied palms spoiled her face as she slapped her ears to cower from th...


If we were like the four seasons,
If we were like the four seasons, My favorite hour would be dawn after the long dreadful night. But how am I to explain that this isn't the dreadful night? How am I to break it down in the simplest manner, that this is the calm before the storm. The calm where you watch your walls crumble, slow and steady until it is you and the daggers left. The calm where you wrecked your very walls thinking they were the prison to your jailer. Thinking they were the monster to your sheep clothed wolf. Why ar...


If we were like the four seasons.
If we were like the four seasons. Are we in summer already? I'm confused. Am I doing to much? I should take my time right? I should give some space. Even if we hate icings, we should slowly eat our cake. Even if this cake drips hot chocolate, I should only have a bite a day? Oh stop this! You doing it again and we don't like this. Letting your bloodlust muscle lead, when you got us. Crowning your bloodlust muscle king on this alliance table. You should be grateful. Where's your loyalty? You sho...


If we were like the four seasons.
If we were like the four seasons. How quickly would our stars align? Would it be? Perhaps, when the pollen kisses the vast meadow of poppies? Would it be like the first drop of dew into the ever waiting embrace of chlorophyll? How embarrassing would it be? To capture the faded pink on the soft plump flesh of youthful innocence. Or the hundred and one simulation of your lips on mine? How quickly would we adapt? I'd have loved us to bond unknowingly; growing fonder as our meteor, showers. Inten...


My love, you're like a goddess I
My love, you're like a goddess I cannot appease, you're like a god I cannot defeat. What should I do with you? LilDx


Some words will never be heard, because
Some words will never be heard, because they die a thousand deaths on my lips. LilDx


Daydreams and nightmares rise and wane and
Daydreams and nightmares rise and wane and rise again. LilDx


My Universe is darkly beautiful.
A drop dead gorgeous woman once said, "wade into the light and become the sun, in your sky, let stars be born. That woman is me. If you're seeing this, welcome to my universe🖤 LilDx😈


THE GOOD AND ME 1
Here I am, Upon the surface of the deep, drowning under the waves. Washed ashore, my deeds lay bare. The dark holds me no more, my darkness cannot keep the beast within. tmThis dilemma expands, tearing through my thoughts. Hands stretched from the drowning waters, closing the gap between the good and me. Between the good and me, Lord, bless my soul. Away from the living and the dead, fleeing the surface of the earth, I sought peace. For comfort I roamed, my solitude amiss. Brought down ...


YOU
I know I wrote stay, but I couldn't stay, ...said that I couldn't live, not die for you. #hellonircle #nirclepoetry #quoteoftheday #poetry #shortstorychapbook #blog



CHAINED THOUGHTS
Art in representation of herself. She says, "draw me with words, paint me in canvases of absurdity and let them relate to me in accordance with their purgation of emotions." An extraction from "BLACKBIRD", watch out for "BLACKBIRD". #Nircleblog #Nirclepoems #Nirclestories #poets #Blackbird


ART IN REPRESENTION OF HERSELF
A wise woman once said, "wade into the light and become the sun, and in your sky let stars be born". That woman is me actually. If you're reading this, welcome to my universe.
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