My little light You took something from me When your flame flickered out You stole my inspiration My drive My patience for the drollings on I don’t understand How would-be fathers and mothers Move on Why they’d want to move on From this aching This ghost of a pain you’ve left behind My spark MyContinue reading “My Little Light”
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Young, Gifted, Black, and Loved
No poems today- I’ve scant been writing due to all the life-changes I’ve been going through. But amongst my errands, an old memory found me. I’d like to share that story with you now. As I’ve mentioned before, I have been interested in the arts since I was a child. At one point, acting andContinue reading “Young, Gifted, Black, and Loved”
You Didn’t Say “Hello”
From the Author This poem didn’t require much thought. It doesn’t come from the recesses of my brain. It’s just observation. It’s a story we have all read. We recognize it. We understand where it’s going without even reading till the end. It’s a cheap poem. Yet, when I leave my heart unnattended for justContinue reading “You Didn’t Say “Hello””
Sulfur’s Lament
Said the powder-keg spirit To the match and her flame, “What is life, but dust and ash in the wind?” To which the duo replied, “To stay warm for however long it takes to grow cold” From the Author To succumb to wrath is to feel empty. To be loved is to feel warm. ThisContinue reading “Sulfur’s Lament”
Audio for “The Womb of the Lake” is here!
My next post isn’t quite ready, but I wanted to let you know that my audio recitation for “The Womb of the Lake” has been added to that post. Thank you for listening! -The Poetry of Ants
The Womb of the Lake
The young man Took his step-off Into the shrouded waters, His feet eager To cleave from the lake’s pier. Slighted by rotten wood, His legs buckled, Sending splinters and moss into the air. A hegira* already misguided and breech, He surrendered himself To the choking and the sinking He waited for his prostate form ToContinue reading “The Womb of the Lake”
Sleeping Giant
When you grasp your soul in your own hands No master will be able to halt you No betrayer will be able to kill you No heretic will be able to steal you away from we Beasts will try to break you Murderers will try to burn you Poisoners will try to mar your faceContinue reading “Sleeping Giant”
Tug
The moon doesn’t shine tonight But i still feel her tug Her pull I hear the whisper of her song Drifting serene on gentle winds Too soft to know if it’s a lullaby Or a mournful dirge- Its melancholy form Barely ecking through a cloudy blanket She tugs and pulls at my heart She soothesContinue reading “Tug”
Tomorrow, More Rain
Here in the wake of things, Rain is falling again, Invading the crevices atop my skin, Dripping off my fingers With stolen warmth The ghosts of crickets Chirp into the fog, Obscuring the staccato in my chest- As if by design. Wait for me, tears. Wait for me to deign you a reason to liveContinue reading “Tomorrow, More Rain”
“She”
Though she crack, though she splinter under pressure, She knows how to hone her soul. And so breaking her bones will just supply her with sharper teeth. With murder in your mind, You left her alone with the wolves But she’s kind to dogs Knows a lullaby to sooth the hungry Jaguar By night sheContinue reading ““She””
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