Men (Mini-Series part 10)
I wish men were protectors. …and that I were brave enough to let one of them protect me.
naturally secretive, I am, yes, but thoughts of what you mean to me turns my mind inside out. revealing to all a glimpse of the treasure I’ve found in you. my heart comes out of hiding and I go from softly humming our unique, indie tune to [suprisingly] singing soulful with emotion, celebrating this love. I don’t want to live in love’s seclusion; entrap our...
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I connected Tumblr to my http://flavors.me page - http://flavors.me/iamspokenword
You think because he doesn’t love you that you are worthless. You think that...– Song of Solomon [Chapter 13] | Toni Morrison
She kissed as if she alone, could forge the signature of the sun.– Saul Williams (via noldarling) I long to have passion like this.
Triangle (The Poem)--work in progress
I hate love triangles. It’s not that I think they aren’t tragic and unfortunate, where at least one heart is destined to be broken, and the other chosen, I simply despise their attraction. Yes, I remember my fascination with them in movies. How I fawned over the three lovers’ impossible situation. Even though one choice is seemingly more sensible than the other, the...
Quite, Love....(Good Friday repost)
Quite amorous this thing, Love. The sound of eager palpitations And the quiver of a butterfly’s wings In my liking (That spot snuggled underneath my stomach And nestled on top of my womb…) Disobey the instinct of human hostilities. Quite aggressive this thing, Love. The sobering sight of nameless community heroes Connected to heart-monitors seconds from Showing flat-lines, And forlorn...
That awkward moment
thatawkwardmoment: when you comment on someones facebook status and they completely ignore your comment, but keeping answering everyone else’s comments.
Hate weighs on the soul My energy is drained to the point Where I cannot muster a vowel To retell the story of why your Existence in my heart is detestable. This victim’s song is familiar And I hum it softly to myself at times So soothing is the searing repugnance That I soon find myself crouched in. A wounded man’s paradise; Lulled into a cold slumber From the melody. Motionless and satisfied....
(Mini-Series part 6) Deep vs. Shallow
I know that my waters run deep, but the moment I notice that I am being watched; caught underneath the gaze of your mind’s eye, I cast my smile as far away as possible and quietly wade around the shallow end. I cannot show you just how deep it all goes.
Love, let’s Risk the risqué Conscientiously conceal the cryptic Properly preserve the priceless. For if we Linger and lay in lust Settle, stagger, and stumble the standards We will willingly And Lingeringly lose the love. Beloved, our beauty is a bounty So Silence your sensual sensations Slowly our souls speak sacrifice Force false feelings from forever and focus On our original opus.
To My Exes
If you were always Honest Trustworthy Loyal Self-less Honorable Dependable Giving Loving Warm Safe Relentless Steadfast Thankful Attentive And lasting… I would have ignored him. Thank you.
Untitled (For ******)
he swore to me that he loved me. i would have gone to the four corners of the world …and the four corners of his bed if he’d ask it of me. i would have reformed my style to his liking suitable to please his palette. Corporate Sophisticate. Slick-tongued ghetto chick. Subservient Housewife. [or all of the above.] I carry around my box of hats from the last man to...
My Little One (AKA: You Should Write That Down)
I look forward to looking into the eyes Of my child. Just imagine being able to… See yourself in them. To see your past, your present, And their future…all at once. I look forward to it…
Peace, Peace, Peace
Talk to me Father And tell me why bullets cry and young eyes weep And we don’t bother To look up from this warfare Why killers and victims share the same wounds A diploma goes nameless; but reads “gone too soon” Tell me what’s going on Why my peers duck and hide from each other Break and bleed one another Fleeing to save their next breath We need peace and not simply security Proper police...
Resting in his arms is Enough to rejuvenate my weary heart. And Listening to his voice is Enough to guide my way back home. I need not a large entourage of friends Or Lots of applause in my corner… Because I stand adjacent to his shadow, And that is enough for me.
What's Goin' On? (Our Remix) →
Many of you may not know this but this week is Enough is Enough week across our nation, where student, school faculty, and family members have an opportunity to stand against campus violence. By way of both remembering those tragedies (Example: Virginia Tech shooting) and doing something about it, our schools can be safer places for me and my peers. Over the weekend, my peers and I made a...