Lover of poetry and spoken word. My goal is to enhance my skill and expression so that I can be a vessel. And my writing is as authentic and clear as it can be.
Lover of poetry and spoken word. My goal is to enhance my skill and expression so that I can be a vessel. And my writing is as authentic and clear as it can be.
When it ended I wasn’t sure
what was next.
I didn’t know how to be cold
nostalgia a throw blanket.
A relationship that mattered
but didn’t last.
Not everything is about romance
and warm feelings, being seen,
heard, and listened to.
Sometimes we just look for proof
for the adjective: lovable.
And that’s not even bad,
but not the right way to go about it.
Leaving it up to someone else to is what’...
It wasn’t yours to take,
but nevertheless
you ripped it from my grasp.
This is what you wanted right?
A swift kick in the ass?
You’re keeping my sanity
as a keepsake.
How cute.
Just know that my shame
went along with it too.
So, don’t be surprised
at what I choose to do…
SURPRISE MUTHAF***A
That’s right I see you :)
You thought you got away
but I’m in your rear view
running full speed ...
Darkness called my name
so I went back to the Black.
I see it’s beauty since
it does not overwhelm.
It whispers wisdoms
too soft for the day time.
A student to stories & lullabies
in constellations
& yet,
I favor the outliers
that twinkle on their own.
No need to be included.
Still worthy to help the moon
illuminate the night
just enough to make out
Mother Earth’s outlines.
At this time
tre...
I don’t know where to begin
since this love is infinite
it’s nothing we can deny
it felt wrong when we tried
Best thing I ever did
was lean deeper into it
‘cause you speak to my soul
Our love language is fluent
The way our tongues intertwine
You tend to say what’s on my mind
My best friend from the start
I gladly opened up my heart
I trust you with me
you know my heart
You’ve got the k...
If wishes fell like rain
then certainly I am a storm.
At first I was a light drizzle
never wanting too much.
These days too much
still isn’t enough.
A bad day to me never had any rain
It’s forced smiles on sunny days
that make my ego ache.
What if
today I’m not okay?
Is that not okay?
Whose to say?
Who said I gave up?
I still have wishes untouched;
rain drops that haven’t fallen.
And dodging ...