Chaotic Beauty

Photo Credited: Pahala Basuki Believe it or not life is beautiful and wild and confusing and all the other awful things that we make it out to be, It’s multifaceted, layered in beginnings childhoods and imagination socialization would have you believe that life is one big dice a game of chance and luck, others talk…

Who Gave You the Right to Procreate?

I almost cried at work tonight! There are few things that penetrate my cold hard exterior that I’ve built in order to do my job. Few things make me feel, makes me think, few things. I met a baby tonight, one who had just begun to live and was almost ready to die. The mommy…

Mirror Mirror

I’m fracturing unraveling renting from the seams as pressure builds within, it should be easy, giving up on things that make you toxic but i’m pathetic attracting leeches like leeches to blood allowing them to suck my essence dry i’m secretly sadistic, pretending to enjoy my pain by hurting others and I’ve been hurting others…

Ronda. ..

She was only diagnosed three days ago but she knew long before that she was dying, and i’d like to think that she’s made peace with it… twenty three year old… all tatted up making mistakes and drawing her own conclusions six months ago, she was invincible doing what those afflicted by youth do best……

Crazies

   The crazies always come out late at night  It seems  When it’s dark  And raining  And people are asleep.  They walk in roads  Sitting on corners  Feeding stray dogs  From bins and boxes  And all the yucky things  That we scorn!  They talk at the top of their lungs,  Or so they feel  Arguing…

Whisper to Me in Music

It’s how you speak Lyrical Staccato Well paced words Flowing Like a piece of sheet music On strings. This orchestra of words Spoken Whispered Hummed like an old spiritual In the fifties That vibrates entire bodies Setting pulses racing And hormones raging Fur Elise Your masterpiece puts even her to shame Building tempo Frantic pace…

Broken

Everybody is broken Living lies as reality Covering pain and imperfections Not to mention Bones Skeletons hidden deep Loosing sleep As closets rattle Hiding tales No one dear utter But it never gets easier! Living lies Pleasing every one but you! It’s sad How much time you waste Fitting in with jones’ John’s And Benjamin’s…

Craptacular

I was ready,  prepared in both mind and body, I had entered into this room naked  with nothing but a thin sheet of insecurities  covering my poetry. I was prepped or so I thought because when you began to slice into me, I knew this anesthetic was a farce… I felt everything every nip every…

I’m so weird

I just caught a  glimpse of myself in the mirror after leaving home and I couldn’t help but chuckle a little. I can’t believe that I went on the road looking like a crazy woman. I took my sister home after four hours of sibling bonding AKA me styling her hair and I had intentions…

Racism’s Colour

I called a white woman a cracker today Cause she represented everything That was wrong with the world, And I knew I was right, Because they started slavery and they treated us badly and they were the cause for every bad thing that happened to Negroes. And I knew that I was right! I called…

Monochromatic Me

It’s getting difficult, keeping up with you being untrue and giving impression that all is well and things are great. truth is I’ve been miserable wiping away tears and the remnants of sex that no longer hold any interest for me. and I’ve been feeling guilty sharing me with others putting everything above and beyond…

Biography of You

Today I wrote this biography in poetry the life and times described in short phrases and lengthy verses, too long winded for casual eyes and fickle lips to read… Each event expertly woven into a lyrical wave and nothing and everything flowing to the end without ever beginning. For a life so precious, for memories…