Category: Poetry
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The Heartless Romantic
I don’t believe in love. As I approach the confessional Eyeing the listening ears of the ones set to forgive I whisper into the darkness A lone, tear falling An admittance I didn’t want to make A voice I didn’t fully know A conviction waiting at the end “I don’t believe in love.” As someone
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Joy from a Touch
My heart, racing My awareness, peaking My breath, hitched My eyes, fixed I’ve been woken up by this Again A spark I couldn’t control One I struggle to ignore. But I did Well My family wouldn’t accept this part of me I knew this early Being Black was difficult enough, but this Warrants a modern-day
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Don’t You Wish There Was A Way Out?
If I could drink and smoke all of my problems and fears away, I would do that until the end of time. I can’t. I’m smart enough to know it won’t work. Curious enough to try every once in a while, just to see. Too sensitive to withstand its effects on me. I choose to
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Have You Ever Seen Venus Twinkle During Dawn?
Someone asked me: “What is one thing that made you happy recently?” Have you ever seen Venus twinkle during dawn? A lightning storm hovering in the distance. Plane silence triggering a unique ambience. Slight turbulence resetting the moment. Again and again. I wasn’t expecting that. It didn’t last. It never does when the sun is
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It’s a New Year, and I Don’t Play.
I used to play. For fun. To indulge the other person. To make light of the situation. To feel good. To feel better. But the surface is hardly ever fun long-term, I wanted something real. And playing leads to uncertainty, To mixed feelings, To boredom, And longing for more. So I stopped, Abruptly. It was
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For The Rage: Where Do You Go?
Some may never understand my rage. When you want to scream, but everyone is listening. They don’t hear you any other time. They don’t help but are always ready to judge your mistakes, your failures, and your shortcomings. You want to break things, but things cost too much to replace. You’ll be fine living
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Crimson
A beauty, Ethereal. Her mesmerizing glow dimmed. Yet, she still captivates. A real showstopper.
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When We Decide To Breathe
They’ve danced around in their feelings for years. Furthering their journey through tension. The point of no return was anticipated. Counting from three, they long for confession. When two become one. The question arises, “What have we done?”
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For My Presence: Do I Know You?
Sometimes, I just don’t show up. Why? I let the past influence me. I allowed the past to control me in ways I easily overlooked. I let it limit me. I let it silence me. I let it hide me. I allowed past people to dictate my current behavior. I was a fool. I was
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For My Presence: Where Are You?
I know this is silly. Sometimes, I just don’t show up. Why? I thought my knowledge was common knowledge. Don’t they know this stuff already? I thought everyone knew how to do things this way. Isn’t everyone else doing the same thing? I thought my work was insignificant. Why bother when others are doing this
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