PINK INK ON PAPER

Hello Everyone, If you are reading this, I'm extremely grateful to have you here. PINK INK ON PAPER has been growing in audience and as well as content since I started it with the help and encouragement of an awesome friend in 2013. To those who started with me and are still here, I say a massive Thank You. Y'all are the real MVPs I know I have not been the best blogger there is but that has been because life and growing up really does take a hold of you in ways you never see coming.  But it's everyone of you who believe in the little work I do and for others that support me by sharing and posting and commenting and even featuring me, that brings me right back to where it all started. It's been really awesome knowing that there are people who still believe in others aside themselves.  For those asking, I have a couple write ups that I have been storing up and will be much more effective here.  Below are answers to a few repeated questions I get fr...

tôkinG  flīz Talking flies........ I thought those things buzzed! Reasons why you mistake white and gold  For blue and black?!? Again it's only myself  to say where my pain hurts the most  A character that speaks such volume Or are you referring to A, B and Cs That turned to mere remixes And reproduced as MP3s ? You have taken my love..... You have twisted my love...... You have made me this awful thing, In a fine bathing soaked in caramel: butter: milk bath! Ex lover, You Are Going Straight To Hell !!! Act your shoe size, because you are taking this walk alone  You Judgemental Judger, never you look at me that way  I'm too broken to hold back these falling pieces I have forgiven you. But we will never be the same again  Just like the taste of water is different with salt in it. Just like my injury hurts more when you poured methylated spirit on it  You soun...

SEDUCE It's true that a right thing is never forced nor rushed. Where I belong is clear. See I moan for all that feeling that can lead up to sex. From slow kisses into a passionate mess, To grabbing me closer and tighter, To feeling my nipples poke your chest as I struggle to hold on. See this is only the starting point  The woman within me is fully awake. Not forgetting I need to carry you along, I make sure my tap flows freely without hindrance for a fine bathing inside of me With tickling sensation all over my nakedness. I worship and adore as you get closer to my deepest thoughts and secrets Begging you to crawl your trembling lust into my arms and feel your fear leave you like sleep. Because  I don't feel you hard enough, Hold your ears to my chest and  I shall commit your frightened breath; Aaha!!! My thoughts of an orgasm as a fluid body of water, Flowing through me with th...

STICKS AND STONES ''I TRIED TO SLEEP AWAY MY DAYS AND MOVIES OVER THE NIGHTS''.  For broken hearts bleed and red floods!!! Do not tell me this feeling hurts less than circumcision A little one I was only with fears beyond my imagination, That even finding love was a battle ground and only caused more hurts and scares. Numbers could not count my falls >> Niagara Time could not say when pain would end >> Big Ben In school, I had forever given up clues to be the  smartest Because I guess I was just that worthless brat! I found my life out numbered by whispering voices, lying tongues, broken hearts, awkward moments, pointing fingers and no love. I am a reflection of the wrong answer on my answer sheet which I tried to  erase because I found the right answer that will not go off So I get marked down by my teacher who calls me dumb. Then I let society tell me what to think and what not to think! when I look deeper into the mirror, i...

My heart travels a thousand times, Towards the pain my fathers' fathers' father felt When they where held captive for centuries By the Nellys who saw themselves as majority not caring about what the future had for either of us It was something that not even rags would have wished for Using their tears as prayers, they sang the AMAZING GRACE Ohh.. Where was the law guarding human rights against slavery When in 47BC - 500AD the Roman Empire enslaved North Africa? When in 1250 - 1517 Egypt was enslaved by brutality? When the Somail and Afar Muslim sultanates Through their ports traded Zanj slaves that were captured from their native lands? When slaves were regarded as a classless member of the society? or  When the mighty ship arrived on the Calabar river through Creektown and imprisoned it's natives? Everyday, they each woke up to a routine of torture and pain With their dreams for better days intertw...

Deborah Inyang. Don't call my official name Give me your nick name   LEARN THAT- Teenage love is senseless but sweet and hurting Try to read a guys mind and also vise versa Don't take the shit people try to rub in your face That this life will definitely hit you really hard. It will wait for you to get back up and punch you in the face again. That there is hurt and loved ones will hurt you and bandages won't fix those pains but the actions you take shall treat those dear wounds. No matter how long you wait, the car keys shall never come to you only if you go for it. Avoiding advises are one of the worst things to do not minding how you were advised, rather work on them than look through it. Let the rain wash away pain and anger. Look at this life as if its your last day to live. KNOW THAT- Love and trust shall fail you along the line What makes you a woman does not depend on the pain you go through during labour but the level of modesty you had...

About Born and raised in West Africa; Nigeria, Deborah Etim Inyang popularly known as Pink Alert is an individual that is deeply rooted in the love of poetry writing, entertainment and performing act. Currently based in Canada, her passion has driven her into the study of Interior Decoration, Fashion Design and Acting for TV, Film & The Theatre. At a young age, she has also acquired and developed a brilliant skill for writing therefore becoming a blogger in 2013. Nevertheless, she used to be a professional Afro beats dancer.  During that time, she had choreographed and led during social events and has never come below a 3rd position in any dance competition. How The Blog Came To Life PINK INK ON PAPER   was given birth to when a high school friend of mine had noticed my interest in writing and thought that my writing abilities were good enough and that people needed to hear me through them.  At first I ha...