Head in the clouds Words orbiting the psyche Drunk on an idea Hypnotized by a plot Electrified by the intensity of dialogue Sinking into the formation of a new creation Getting lost in a different dimension
Tag: Poem
Continuous Thought
Unsure Uncertain Eating away the optimism Flooding the soul with doubt Weeks Months Years Time spans Slipping through fingers Like sand in an hourglass Contemplating Overthinking Second guessing Thoughts ping-ponging Hoping to settle on the right option The choice that’ll Craft the vision Drafted in the imagination Into reality
For The Rest of Your Life
“For the rest of my life,” the officiant orated. She repeated the phrase in her mind As many times As thirteen seconds would allow The bodies filling the seats in the audience Remained frozen with anticipation The groom stood before her With a shaky breath Escaping his agape mouth As a quizzical look adorned his…
Four Letters
Love Four letters for a word so heavy. A word that could mold worlds and start wars Love. Complex and abstract. Too consuming for shallow minds to comprehend It’s the gentle touch of a soul you’ve known for ages Or the comfortable silence of a person whose presence is just enough. Love A feeling that…
Hello, 2023!
New year New me It’s what we hear But the previous me Got me here And it was neat to me I don’t want to lose that person Completely Are there improvements I want to make? Absolutely. I want to enrich my soul more Feed my spirit more See the world more Create more and…
A New Hunger
Carmel coated confection
White Supremacist
You’re not special You’re not unique I know that’s a notion that Makes you surprised Truth be told Its a fact That the majority Of society understands Since the bulk of The world’s humanity Is black, brown, and every variation in between You’re not superior You never were You’re just a being made up Of…
Endless Cycle
Monday again Just trying to survive To Friday Seeking to regain The sweet freedom Of Saturday Desperately seeking An escape plan On Sunday To be free Of the endless Monotonous cycle Being a Creative and living in this society is slightly tortuous. You have to go into these buildings and stay for an allotted amount…
Creatives Are Supreme
Obliterating boredom with the flick of a wrist Stroke of a key Who can conjure worlds and dimensions, Civilzations and cultures Personas and personalities From merely staring at the void of nothingness.
Old Time Love
Give me an old time love Crafted by two souls Destined to adore and Nurture all the dimensions that construct our world Not a life sentence measured by the duration of suffering one can endure But a love with two beings Bringing out the best in each other A love that makes silence comforting With…
Peppermint Sunshine 