Novel Pimp

Your empire is falling.  You presume to know what people want Bookstores shelved with novels anointed to be page-turners Mainly catering to a select group of readers Whose hue doesn’t tan darker than unbleached flour With just one glance You think you can pick greatness Predict a hit Having no clue what lies between pages…

A Blind Eye

  Don’t let your struggle Blind you to Someone else’s hardships     Photography by: Maique Madeira

Brainstorming

    Quietly thinking About a Loud future         Photography by: Joao Silas

Time Will Tell

Time will tell If the person I see Is the person you are Or Just a mirage Of who I want you to be

Feminine Liquor

      With a sober mind  And an open heart He drank in her words Like wine And fell drunk Off her inhibitions

Tart

  Bitter She didn’t want to become Watching all the happiness Swirl around her Like sugar and honey

A Different Beat

  An old soul In a Modern world Beating at a Rhythm heard by Many But Understood by a few       Photograph by: NordWood Themes Photography

Being Still

      Being on the sidelines of the field of life  She sat on the bench in the Hardest game to be played The Waiting Game. Waiting to be picked Waiting to play Waiting to take part in all the Experiences life had to offer. Days turned to months And Months transpired into years….

Show. Don’t Tell.

    Show me your love Fully and unbridled And I’ll show you mine’s Wholly and untainted

The Blindfold

    Worry and stress Festers on the soul And blinds you of The blessings you behold.