I Was Lost

When it was over, I was lost.

May 18, 2015
12:48p

Grief

Maybe the day will come when I think of you and grief does not overwhelm me

But today is not that day

May 2015

Twenty Five

I haven’t even hit age twenty five,
And can’t remember half the days I’ve been alive.
I allow the thoughts to slip through my mind
While automatic proceedings dictate this grind.
If I am to live the life that I deserve,
I must be wary of the choices I serve.

11:43a
April 2015

Dick Poetry

Your dick makes me want to recite poetry,
Can’t help but exalt when it’s inside of me–
Up above, condensation bleeds
Through glass while the moon rages…below I see
On my hand rests that gold amethyst ring…
You make me feel like the most holy of things,
Like the most exulted of queens
Caught the eye of a king.

4:27p
May 16

When It Comes To You

The weight of my response lingered on my spine, and yet I recognize I could never be satisfied. When it comes to you, this world will never satiate me–I will never believe I received what I was owed. 1,000 years in, I will beg for 1,000 more, and I will suffer when I do not receive…

March 27

The Pride

If you are the lion,
Then I’m in your pride.
Let’s nap in the sunlight–
I’ll sprawl by your side.
I can tempt you in evenings
To watch while I move.
You can jump on my back 
When you’ve something to prove.
Your roar would be mighty,
Scare beasts from their post…
We could ditch the pride lands
For the Ivory Coast.

Jan 29
2:59pm

Artwork by: Akili Mansa Richards

Yet, On I Drink

Our love? My addiction–
Yet,
on I drink.
It can’t kill me this once more,
I think?
Commanding seduction in your long, brown stare…
I find myself becoming lost
where
the crevice nests between my thighs…
I cannot leave; my spirit cries.
Am I strong, or am I weak?
Can I trust my lips to speak?
Should I use my strength to fight,
Or slip to you, again tonight?

Jan 26
1:36pm

Artwork by: Demar Douglas

Follow Me to the Jungle

Your stress is apparent–
You live as they do.
You sell off your lifespan,
You work for your food.
You forget what its like
To let instinct command,
You hesitate slightly
When I offer my hand.
Follow me to the jungle,
I’ll help you, my friend,
Reawaken the warrior
That slumbers within.
The path that you wander,
So cutthroat and cold,
Perhaps you can detour
To my path’s bold
Paradise of power and passion
And dreams
To languish all morning,
Amongst other things.
Follow me to the jungle,
I beg you to see,
How little of that chaos
You honestly need.
I am not a woman
For a home full of stuff,
Come with me to the jungle;
That will be enough.

Jan 29
11:10am

Artwork by: Frans Mensink

The Part I Love the Most

Instead of pulling out,
He holds me close.
That’s the part I
Love the most.

Jan 29
6:45am

Artwork by: Marvel

A Manifestation for an Unborn Daughter

My little girl,
Just to be fair,
Will have smooth
Seashells
In her hair.
I hope it puffs out
Black as night,
I pray she dreams with all her might.
I wish she’ll have his chocolate eyes,
I pray she’ll find me somewhat wise.
I sense her lips will be soft pink,
I trust her aura be distinct.
I hope her skin be
Soft and brown,
Allow her happiness be unbound.

Jan 28
1:32pm

Artwork by: potasium.co.vu