Writer’s High

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

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

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…

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.

Black Girl Resting

They didn’t see her Although she stood erectly before them Feet planted firmly on the revolving terrain Curls weaved into rope-like braids putting Rapunzel to shame Deep brown skin that shone under the sun’s blazing glow She was a work of art A marvelous creation Too majestic for them to understand her existence So they…

This Is Goodbye

He was her weakness Brown skinned kryptonite The one person whose lips could make her throw caution to the wind Whose touch had her acting out of character He knew the power he held Wielded his affection as a weapon Used his love as an anchor Keeping her close even though he had no ambition…