Originally posted on theimaginationcoalition:
I feel like a million buckaroonies right now! I just got accepted into college again to finish my degree. I guess they were right when they said it’s never too late to finish school. And being a African American I feel more compelled to succeed. I’ve always fought to not be…

Ain’t nothin’ Controversial

 I could taste the loneliness on her lips, While our tongues slipped; Her body’s sweat her tears–warm against mine, Soaked in sad time. She tasted better in death than dark life, Warmed by the knife Of the sweet grave she’d come to call her bed Where light and dark wed. There I dug to find […]…

Cold

Cold. Cold is the night when she holds your tender hands, kissing them with frosted tips. Cold. Cold is her heart, a marmalade of crystal ice. She sheds her cape of snow onto your shoulders, and it melted from your vice. Cold. Cold is the breath which vapors from your face. It benevolently led you…