Wise

4.15.18   14:35 Yesterday my mother told me that I am wise. I was closing my eyes in bed My comforter vibrated. I read, “I wish I was as wise as you even are now. I love you just so much” My face turned to sand. I engraved the words into a plaque in my brain….

Porn-star Poet

04.05.18   15:00 She paints with her body on a canvas of climax. scream after moan, a novel is written. She tells of gentle euphoria and wild freedom; songs of belligerence, myths of captivity. Pleasure pallette or hoax? You decide. She is generous, yet filled with desire. Master of guile; a Gemini of duplicity. Magician of…

Ardor

4.1.18 – 22:17 You are now in deep slumber yet I lie in my bed with an ocean of thoughts of few things I want said. If your eyes could paint pictures, they’d make fields yellow and blue, and a green pasture glistening in a most heavenly hue. Darling, nothing I want more, than to…

Invasive

23:11 10/19/17 You are no psychologist, But you know how to play the brain. Roll the dice on the green velvet of undefined gray matter Snake eyes; see no more Gamble away a few calamitous memories In exchange for some exhilaration. Won’t give into interim temptation, Neuron signals higher expectation. You mind reader you… Playing…

The Art of Not Giving a Fuck

10.10.17 I place emphasis on every little thing; looking forward to the meaning it will bring. Another day comes, another day goes. The sun still rises, the wind still blows. sip a frosty glass of wine, to down the crap of given time. So many wasted hours, so many hazy feels. Forgive myself for wrong…

You’re Creative, don’t you forget.

When I write, it all feels right. I can’t complain. But where does it come from, can you explain? Inspiration, is that what you call it? I don’t think of it that way. It’s more of a… How do you phrase it… realizing being lazy won’t do shit type of ambition if you get what…

Ur my <3

Soaked in a bath of European pine darling dear, you taste like Napa Valley wine. Forgive my stubborn palette, I have a taste for sweetness. It’s you my pink buds long for can’t you tell that you’re my weakness? A medicine in human form No pill or smoke I adorn more than the syrup that…

No Feels

Feel no way.. Feel no way.. Lately I’m only painting grey. A washed out hue, of baby blue, A drunken shade of pink. Two dozen roses in the garden And they aren’t even red. The hell with the color of a flower, the petals still end up on your bed. I’m filling myself with a…

For the Love of Aggression

5/21/17 16:23 Chicago, IL, USA Have you ever wondered why humans know the differences between right and wrong, instilling love and compassion towards one another for thousands of years, yet still enjoy the gamey taste of violence and the scent of aggressive behavior? I for one can find myself trapped in this fascinating life dilemma….

Liquid Gold Love

4/19/17 Liquid gold love, Poured from her ruby-beet heart. Net worth more than Bill Gates, Money’s whatever, She’d rather make art. Swimming through cement layered streets, She’s a shark in the city. Daily grind on her mind, Chair of the No Fucks Given Committee. Swipe left, swipe left, till there’s no one left. She has…

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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 […]…