A flower’s beauty,
may blossom remarkably,
in harsh conditions;
plugging the funnel: nurture,
in light of one’s true nature.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
Endless abundance,
you are, a hidden treasure;
infused in magicks,
synchronized with Mother Moon,
divine feminine of life.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 12:44 AM UTC
My personified shadow,
I call her Renée.
She experienced the malevolency
bestowed upon me
and released through writing poetry.
My nightly tears on the page,
bled crimson,
in unison, she and me.
She, my personal protector;
taught me the freedom,
within expression,
feeling fearless among oppression,
my pages now read dry.
With anxiety and pain held at bay,
I am to be thankful,
to the personified shadow,
I call Renée.
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 12:40 AM UTC
Dark is to light, as black to white.
When we write, from what place?
I wrote,
dwelling there,
amongst the shadows,
without face; leeching for love,
my cup empty,
heart scattered into pieces.
I write,
divinely guided;
exploring unclimbed mountains,
where weakness and courage elope,
advancing towards freedom,
My cup fills,
healing below the glimmers of hope.
I accept,
my world of black,
as it mends into white,
for I know, what is in the dark,
is to rise to meet light.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 4:10 PM UTC
Let me tell you
Something about me,
I view everything as energy.
*** gender, ethnicity,
I cannot see.
That is simply me.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC
paints my wings black,
in forbidden pleasures.
When his horns run along,
my fantasies are made real.
Piercing my skin,
he penetrates purity.
Inside of me melts down,
my body ignites,
cremated and relieved,
to the death of an angel.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
I am your fugitive,
Running to escape my fate.
Underneath the moonlight, I feel safe;
Though, I am still the fool.
My innocence wishes to survive your arrows, centaur; you,
a master of archery.
You haven’t missed one shot on me,
Aimed at my heart, I do not fall.
Aimed at my heart, I do not falter.
Underneath the stars, I feel safe.
I am your fugitive,
Running to escape my mistakes.
Underneath the skies, I have misplaced my loyalty; as such does, the fool.
My heart wishes to love one,
banded with honesty.
That is not you, master of archery.
Aimed at my head, I still think.
Aimed at my head, I still wander;
Away to where I may feel safe.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 10:02 PM UTC
𝒱𝑒𝓃𝓊𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒.
𝑅𝑒𝓉𝓇𝑜𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒: 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝑔𝑜,
𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎,
𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓁𝑒
𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝒶𝓇𝓂𝒾𝒸 𝒸𝓎𝒸𝓁𝑒,
𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
She wails into a deep cry,
feeling the Spirit detach and say it’s goodbyes to the body of earth,
It has always known.
Separation beyond the skies into the unknown, she cries.
Weeping for the collection of souls,
lost for the cause.
Her heart made aware of their dimming flames,
to be preserved within her.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
I am of the past,
the present, and the future;
reminiscent reflections of incomplete potential.
Never satisfied with the present,
I seek a brighter image.
A confident black woman fulfilled.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC