Blog Entries from Aerek_Of_Augustine

  1. My Cousin’s Boyfriend. Young Diabante.

    My cousin and I are close. She’s my Bae and I’m her Boo. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her, it takes a special kind of love deal with her stubbornness and sometimes overwhelming personality. So, enter Diabante, an odd and yet very much educated nurse. He asked me to write about him on my blog, I really don’t know why, but I said yes and here we are now. I don’t remember all of his accomplishments (I’m sure he’ll remind me later and I’ll make sure to take notes), but he’s a...
  2. Oh! You Don't Look Like A Child, BUT Sometimes You Do.

    I've recently finished reading an article about Black Childhood. The purpose of the article was to underline how Black children aren't seen as children in times of discipline. Furthermore, the article also touches on how black children are often seen as older than their non-black peers and how certain stereotypes factor into the treatment of young black kids. As I read the article, I found myself thinking back to my childhood. On occasions, my sisters and I were mistaken as the parents of...
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  3. Let’s Talk About The Person In Your Brain

    Before I go to bed, I always take a minute to think the Lord for the day. No matter what kind of day it was, I am always thankful to have lived it and when I rise in the morning with my arms stretched to the ceiling, I thank him again. The reason for this is quite simple, inside my head there’s a person. Now, I’m not crazy and I’m far from it! But there’s a person inside my head that whispers awful things to me. It’s hard trying to live a positive life, when there is a raspy, cynical...
  4. To Be Weightless

    It was only by chance that I saw him kill that young fellow. It was only by chance that I would be standing in the exact spot to see that slender soft spoken boy, wrap his hands around that young fellow’s neck and chuck him over the side of a dirt mound onto a pile of upstanding pipes. As that young fellow was falling, I could’ve sworn I’d seen him smile before being impaled. In that moment, I felt all my weight and first time I wanted so badly to be weightless and drift away.
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  5. What’s This Feeling?

    It’s been ages since I’ve last written to this blog and to be honest it feels great doing this again. Lately, my mind has decided to work against me and fill me with doubt and fear unimaginable! In most instances, jealously rears its head, or maybe I should say envy? I envy the closeness and affection that people have for each other, I can almost feel the hands of the fabled green eyed monster wrapping around my neck and telling me that I’ll never have a love such as that. It’s quite...
  6. Fear: New Job

    I'm terrified. I haven't had a new job in years and the thought of starting over is literally tearing me apart. I'm nervous and full of fear, usually, I just jump right into any situation after a few moments of talking to myself. I'm just a ball of nerves and I hope I can get this job done without any worry or hiccups.
  7. The Return Of The Queen.

    Rest. Return. Conquer. I've taken some time away from myself and placed a pawn in my steps. I placed jester's mask over my face and showed the world a fraud. What a splendid performance, but an encore is not needed for this chapter is done and I have chipped away at the mask. It is time for the Queen to return.
  8. Finish The Story.

    Show me your word art, Bloggers. Most evenings, she would watch him from her bedroom window. In the back of his yard playing with his hound, ignoring the patch of dead grass that slowly formed under the low hanging branches of the willow tree. She often prayed that he would notice the copper fingers sticking up from the brittle ground and still these prayers fell on deaf ears.
  9. Nightmares That Follow.

    The imagination is a tool of unlimited power. As people, this is our greatest strength and sometimes our most unfortunate weakness. Even though I was surrounded by family as a child, I often found myself drifting off into a world of my own design. In fact, on most of my report cards (My mother still has them), my teachers frequently left a note to my parents about my lack of focus. During the day, I was entangled in a world of delight and adventure. But at night, things shifted to a...
  10. To Stand In A Room And Not Be Seen.

    The joy of being invisible is that no one notices when you leave. The pain of being in invisible is that no one cares when you leave. In my years of living, I have sheltered myself away from people. I created a bubble only few can enter, but even then it still pains me to have them close. I feel conflicted about what I want. If that makes any sense? I can, of course, connect with people, I just find it difficult to find someone who cares for me on the same level as I care for them....
  11. Are We Sensitive? Or Just Passionate?

    In the last couple of years we have seen change and at the same time, we have also regressed. I come to you all again with another question. Do you think that people are too sensitive or just passionate? Everyone seems to be offended by a lot of stuff in today's media, but are we just being too sensitive? I'm very big on hearing everyone's part of the story.
  12. A Painful Memory.

    I often glance back on my childhood and find things that I've hidden from myself. It's a way of me protecting me and avoiding the can of worms that lay just under the surface of my skin. I remember being a young girl bullied into silence, often scared of talking to people for fear of judgment and a strong self-loathing that still shadows me till this day. I ask you all this personal question. What is your most painful memory? Or Memories? Much Respect, Aerek _Of _Augustine.
  13. Why Do You Write?

    Often some of you are asked this very question. Why do you write? What sadistic part of your mind has you tortured for hours over small sentences and grammar errors? I don't want some run of the mill sob story or romantic retelling of a vague memory. Give me your pain and give me your true sorrow. Give me something real, even if it's something simple I would love to hear about it.
  14. I Only Call Once.

    I know this may be weird, but I only call people once. It's not like a call and the phone only rings for a second and I hang up, but I call and I let the phone ring until they answer or it goes to voicemail. I don't leave a message or anything, I hang up and that is that. Is this odd or do other people do this?
  15. The Fool

    The Fool Aerek_Of_Augustine I have fooled myself into believing that one day I would be destined for greatness. So far, I am only destined to wipe ass. My mind is a never-ending source of material just waiting to molded and perfected into something astounding or groundbreaking. To be honest, I’m a loser. Living a loser life and that’s all I may ever be or so it seems. I haven’t written. I haven’t painted I haven’t drawn. I’m just here. I’m just living…I guess?
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