A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 3:46 AM UTC
It's a treasure trove
Words tossed up like confetti
Falling in our hearts
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 3:38 AM UTC
Caught within
the cot I built
to slaughter
all the goals that fit
A miasma, thick
with success and stress
in growth, the wisest
call duress
on my throne
sits the black honed axe
seething at my fauna,
as I contemplate their imminent trauma
I'd rather watch them grow
as steel plummets to their throats
augmenting my flock of ghosts
enclosing the lonesome cot and throne
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
Held by history
confined in walls
where paper,
still.
governs all
'For the safety of us all'
these devices screen
next door,
cracking belts
Children screams
Surrounded by eulogies
Of simpler times
Like death by bullet
Wasn't rhythm and rhyme
Home invasion
Gun persuasion
Stray creation
Retribution
Belt percussion
Slight concussion
Entomb emotions
using potions
Supposed sanctuaries
Sheetrock, iron bone
Dimming lights
Of life weary souls
A pacing procedure
Vital to victor a virus
Raging through
Fervetly quells creativity too
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
Birds of a feather
Migrating to better weather
Through these clouds
Our hearts are tethered
Through storm and bliss
Landscapes,
seascapes
Perched wherever the sky scrapes
Gazing afar for where to fly next
But with this clip in my wing
Racing rats all around
Four walls are all I see now
Yet each time I accept my fate
I see the clouds move in heartache
Perched wherever the sky scrapes
I used the clouds as a staircase
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
A stab for a word.
A shot in the dark.
We die for a look
trying to justify who we are.
With this incantation
this formula;
Action.
Reaction.
Let me choose my faction
Contradict this faith
Cause no one's contributing
To my collection plate
Imbued by escapades,
that gifted
my man,
his hood.
Protecting my pride
Portraying my promises
Pure or profane
For pleasures and pains
Pushed by pixels.
Saline soaked tissues.
Rent, rats, respect, rules
Tend to tempt the next move.
Excuse the grime on my shoes,
the grim in my eyes
cause I can’t tell the consequence
of showcasing a kinder side
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Attempts to make
Meticulous marvels
Molded from mountains
Mindful of the minds
That mind it
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Something too much?
Recognition,
the request.
For some,
for most.
It may not matter
how meticulous was
our best.
So as a raging river
a mountain I'll tear down.
Now I see the wall
rodents made to keep me out.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
Something too much.
Recognition.
The request.
For some,
For most,
It may not matter that
how meticulous
was our best.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC