We all waitWhile the sun lists under the horizonTo the pain of not being wholeWe drink many remediesLaced with alcohol We procrastinateInstead of walking and talkingAnd sitting with ourselvesWe bleed in tributeTo the mirror in our pocket We don’t prayBut we hurl our opinions into the void And with a thousand little cutsWe sever ourselvesFromContinue reading “Every Waking Moment”
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Enoch
I am a crystalline blueResting on the emerald glow I eb and flow in radial currentsNo one knows where I beginI have no waterfallsAnd at the edge of yourself you will always find me Underneath me is a limitless skyAnd above me roams the cosmos The seafarer dipped his cupped hand in my shoresA microcosmContinue reading “Enoch”
Rest
It aint hard To sit pretty on the window sill Taking in breath Taking in the moment Listening to rhythmic music And the cars passing by But America’s sworn enemy is quiet And wisdom her bane I struggle to find this moment To meet myself To meet my pain. The cat lies under a sunbeamContinue reading “Rest”
You Bite your Lip
You talk with your relative once a month. Write it down in your imaginary notebook: The advice, the lies, and the grievances. He says that the sky bleeds in the afternoon, And that the rich poison your bread With carbon dioxide. You bite your lip not for words unsaid, But because they’re chapped and youContinue reading “You Bite your Lip”
How I Write Poetry (sometimes)
So, there’s a dimension lodged between a fold in my brain matter. It is a wild, untamed land that can at one moment be a boundless void, and at another, a dense jungle. Like something between Jumanji and Narnia, it has as many manifestations and descriptors as the art that is birthed from that internalContinue reading “How I Write Poetry (sometimes)”
It is Fragile
It is fragile.The paper barrier between flesh and air.The wind cuts through it like razorsAnd the beasts of the field stomp it down to mere dust They are fragile.The veins who transport life.The wine is spilledInto marrowIf the wine goes bad,then the the heart does tooFor it cannot tell blood from poison It is fragileTheContinue reading “It is Fragile”
If the Soul is an Anthill
I am made of staticA group of Infinitesimally small points on a three-dimensional gridAs I watched ants blanket the edge of the sidewalkI came to this conclusion Their rank and file were knotted up in a juncture between cement cracksI could not find room for a soul within that massNor the mass of my ownContinue reading “If the Soul is an Anthill”
You Are Where Your Money Goes.
The Obvious Problem Well, we’re going to talk about it again: Police continue to murder black people in the street and in their homes with little consequence. It’s but one symptom of the systemic racism that pervades and perverts our society. But you already knew that. Today, I’ll be sharing what I’ve decided to doContinue reading “You Are Where Your Money Goes.”
IIII
I scraped at the bottom of the barrel To find inspiration for tomorrow Instead, I found a place to sit Where the speaking ones won’t bother Closed the lid Only opened it when i ran out of air From the Author I’m an INFP- for those who care. I’ve been realizing more and more everyContinue reading “IIII”
To whom it may concern
No post this week! Instead, I want to leave you with a resource called… Campaign Zero I’ve been watching the world like you have these past few days. I see the response ramping up. People who normally wouldn’t give a damn are starting to act. But here’s the thing… The movement knows that it wantsContinue reading “To whom it may concern”
