She was a flower, free and wild
Category: Poem
A Farmer of Words
Writing a book is akin to planting seeds. Each seed grows at different rates Some seeds sprout faster Some seeds bear fruit quicker Ideas birthed in mind and Planted on paper Not all flow easily like rushing rivers after a storm Day by day Sometimes year by year The words will come The sentences will…
Work Ethic Times Three
Work, work, work Grind, grind, grind Having to do three times the work For half the shine Hustle, hustle, hustle Move, move, move There’s no time to squander You have to act with haste The starting line is flexible Shifting when you enter the race Fairness and equality isn’t a privilege you get to taste…
Like Me
Overpowered with a strong desire to read She took a trip to her local bookstore In search of a potion to subdue her need She skimmed the shelves and scoured the aisles Hunting down a cover with a character To her dismay a problem arised She had difficulty locating a character that matched her outter…
Host
Five minutes later her tears dried the crack in her heart swelled He was a leech It was true but she loved him even though she was his host
Float
Float away with me Above the trees Over the mountains So we can dream About what Destiny has planned For us Through the years Photography by: Aaron Burden
Where I’m From
I’m from land that flows with mountains of proud people full of hope. A continent that is enveloped and blessed with the riches from the creator of mankind, That produced the trail of the first grandparents of the human race. Slave ships carrying hundreds of kidnapped people to a foreign land. This is where…
The Road Ahead
He stopped to take a breath His muscles were burning His stomach on empty His wanted to turn around Go back home to where he knew it’d be easy Easy, predictable and stuck in the past, is what lived in that house of brick and mortar The three reasons why he packed his bags…
A Change of Heart
He was the man she prayed for but When he arrived in her life she was no longer the woman that spoke that prayer Photography by: Pablo Heimplatz
What Will Remain
A deep thinker and a silent observer taking it all in, wondering why humans fight over things that’ll fade away during the duration of time Bodies will wither back to dust Money will deflate to tethered scraps Status will crack like droughted ground and the blood of the hereditary they tried to keep sacred will…
Peppermint Sunshine 