Poetic Writing
These dreads are a reflection of my rebellion against the norm They keep my sanity together when society once again throws me in a storm Without them I could stand in a culture meant for a select few Some believe that your hair tells everything about you The problem is that the story that is…
The disgust that arises from this concept is beyond vile Consuming this revolting construction will taint any future smile Calling it repulsive would be a compliment I would get nauseous if it even came close to my lips Haunted by nightmares were I forced to swallow it A hideous concept being perpetuated by a gross…
Sometimes I still read your words, as if I want to remind myself I need to miss you Compare each line to mine to see if I measure up to you In my mind I visit the beach you wrote about and look at the waves crash near my feet I reread each sentence and…
There is this letter on my nightstand I wrote for youAnd placing it on yours is something I’ve been trying to doBut there are these hidden lines I dare not crossGiven to me by customs where pride is the bossAnd shame its henchmen, restricting my so-called “wants”I have this notebook in the pocket of my…
If you have nothing, I will give you everythingIf the sky won’t let up with the tears it drops, let me cover youWhen the waves of regret are close to drowning you, take my handWhen the sun is taking too long to come up, let me write you some lightIf the darkness refuses to let…
I am a writer, and with each movement of my hand I am caressing the walls of my soul to see where the cracks are and which pieces are coming loose I let the tip of my pen glide through the darkness to make way for the light So you can see into the black…
The edge is rugged and yet it shines with a subtle grace The darkness at the bottom craves to find its place Assumptions based on stories from people who evade the truth Tales of brimstone twisted into smiles breathing sooth But its embrace feels saver than the other holes surrounding it Each sole purpose is…
Slowly but certain I can feel the curtain Enforcing this burden of a unknown person Chipping away at this display What to say since I’m the prey Words lose meaning feels like I’m dreaming My courage is leaving my body is scheming To abandon hope I just can’t cope With the pressures of upholding vain…
It was the month of May, it was a rainy day Hiding beneath her umbrella, with a smile on her face Staring at the sky, as if the rain was out of place All alone in an empty field, looking at nothing but rain Without a word being said, I understood she was in pain…
To be black in a world of preconception is uniquely frustrating As if the color of your skin depicts the person they are seeing Or perhaps not a person but a thing An animal lost in a future due to its history being stolen Stripped of one but left with a clipped wing Forced to…