You. A touchstone to my soul, Hidden amongst the good, the bad, and the desire to be whole, Fighting with the wisps of yesterday and the unknown, I return to you- my touchstone.
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A Bid Goodbye
Where did the love go? It bid goodbye to both our hearts, It flew away, sneaking through the cracks of our depths, Trickling away day by day, Bleeding us both dry, We both did try but love is fleeting and unkind, Leaving shadows of what could have been within our minds.
A Reflection.
As we get older priorities change. Two months ago, I moved to another city pursuing a job I was more than under qualified for. In getting this success, I figured it was the fruit of the struggles and obstacles I had to overcome- from a tumultuous university experience, and having Sepsis last year. I was … Continue reading A Reflection.
Autumn Eyes
The night sky was sewn with pearly stars in wait of your arrival. The leaves of autumn were gathered oh so carefully and crafted with love to form your eyes. The world whispered in wait for you, while my heart cried out in silence for you.
The Digital Age.
Peering at each other through pieces of broken glass, Twisting words to appeal to the masses, Who cares who you are? Life, a masquerade Superficial beauty wrapped in the guise of humanity, Optimism painted on a screen, but real life? Hostility. Will you stop and smell the roses? Or ignore your surroundings, for the masses … Continue reading The Digital Age.
The Forgotten Man
He walked with no purpose, lost in a faceless crowd Scabby hands, broken fingernails surrounded by an air of despair He inhaled a grey veil of temporary solace Lost eyes, searching for lonely purpose in the eyes of the careless An exhale of grey poison brought him back A man with nothing, slave to the … Continue reading The Forgotten Man
‘Tell Me Where The Brown Girl Lives?’
If someone had told me when I was in college that I would be referred to as ‘brown girl’ I would have laughed and said not a chance in hell. The sad reality though, was that had now become my name. I didn’t really know what to make of it at the time, I just … Continue reading ‘Tell Me Where The Brown Girl Lives?’
