Dear Adelana Victor Blaqhárt,
I need to make this crystal clear: stay out of my way. The path I’m on is one I’ve carefully crafted, and the vision I have for myself demands no interference—not even from me. I’ve spent enough time second-guessing, doubting, and overthinking. I can no longer afford the luxury of hesitation or the noise of self-imposed limits. So hear this—if you, I, ever attempt to sabotage what we’ve built, if you hesitate when you should leap, or if you take one step back instead of moving forward, I will not forgive you.
You’ve fought too hard to let yourself remain stagnant, to let fear or insecurity hold you back. Do not test me. I’ve been patient, I’ve been understanding, but I’ve had enough of this struggle. I have set goals, I’ve placed myself on a trajectory that demands all of my focus and strength. If you ever even think about derailing that, I will shut you down. There’s no room for doubt, no room for weakness, no space for hesitation. You either rise to meet the person you’ve promised yourself to be, or you get out of your own way. This is no longer a negotiation.
I know you, your brilliance, your creativity, your drive. But I also know your tendencies to question, to overthink, and to stall. The world won’t wait for you to find the courage; it won’t wait for your permission to move forward. So here’s the deal: stay out of your own way, or face the consequences of wasted potential. I won’t tolerate it. We’ve come too far.
From Adelana Victor,
You.
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My mind floats through space
Surrounded by its eternal darkness
My impulses like gamma rays
Penetrate the atmosphere of my subconscious
Relatively, I gravitate towards the good days
and sometimes memories that make me nauseous
But the only Constance
Is that time keeps my mind
Afloat past every single instance
At the speed of light
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Won't lie on that single page,
Because more than achievements are my fears.
Lower than my grades is my love for me.
But why would you ask that
You are only concerned about the B grade in mathematics, I got four years ago.
And yes, you may tell me that it's okay to get a B and ask me to not cry.
Tell me that I have got different qualities.
Tell me how I fit for some XYZ Job.
But No. Don't stop me and let me cry.
Let me cry for the 33 marks I got.
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My name is Harrow, my heart's lame, and my soul's narrow
My mind's an arrow, I try to aim, but I hit no sparrow
That's how my rivals, bypass my flame, with wings of parrots
I can't see their arrival, my sight's to blame, for I eat no carrots
I never reach their level, the storm is back, and my ship's hollow
I feel am a devil, my thoughts are dark, for my tedious follow
Am lent some shoes, I get a grip, though I hate to borrow
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My heart hurts so bad,
There are always many sorrows and sad.
I would love to change it a bit,
In the way that I fit.
I want to forget the pasts,
Coz it doesn't end, it lasts.
The anger and sadness gets me surrounded,
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Dear Adelana Victor Blaqhárt,
I need to make this crystal clear: stay out of my way. The path I’m on is one I’ve carefully crafted, and the vision I have for myself demands no interference—not even from me. I’ve spent enough time second-guessing, doubting, and overthinking. I can no longer afford the luxury of hesitation or the noise of self-imposed limits. So hear this—if you, I, ever attempt to sabotage what we’ve built, if you hesitate when you should leap, or if you take one step back instead of moving forward, I will not forgive you.
You’ve fought too hard to let yourself remain stagnant, to let fear or insecurity hold you back. Do not test me. I’ve been patient, I’ve been understanding, but I’ve had enough of this struggle. I have set goals, I’ve placed myself on a trajectory that demands all of my focus and strength. If you ever even think about derailing that, I will shut you down. There’s no room for doubt, no room for weakness, no space for hesitation. You either rise to meet the person you’ve promised yourself to be, or you get out of your own way. This is no longer a negotiation.
I know you, your brilliance, your creativity, your drive. But I also know your tendencies to question, to overthink, and to stall. The world won’t wait for you to find the courage; it won’t wait for your permission to move forward. So here’s the deal: stay out of your own way, or face the consequences of wasted potential. I won’t tolerate it. We’ve come too far.
From Adelana Victor,
You.
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There's something disturbing in the air. An eery, deep quiet; a boring hole of dark empty. There's nothing as loud as silence. Grey matter makes holy shapes before swallowing us whole. The moon pulls tides inward to the secret world of ocean like the soul pulls the body. I drool into my cup of dreams and pour it into a flowing river of desire. You count the rings of my fingerprints like the rings of a tree stump, and you find I am a thousand years old. An endless spiral, an endless song. We kiss poison and call it praise, we call it worship. We deny our powers in humanness and call it sin. Trees die, still calling your name. Yet you cannot hear for you will not listen.
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The moth takes
its powdery soft breathes with
the strokes of its wings
and
the sycamore's leaves
murmur in their celestial tongue,
telling stories to the dark.
I take my breaths too,
but they come out coppery
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I desire violently and I wait.
I know how to be the inert object.
The sound of heavy boots
Which haven't been worn in a season.
Am I a stupid girl?
No, he says, you're a beautiful fish.
Every song is worship
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I tried to find you,
Tried, tried, tried to find you.
But you’re hiding from yourself,
Behind a wall of bricks that seem
So, so, so
Unbreakable
Making it impossible to see you.
For who you really are.
You’re afraid of letting go,
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