Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes...– Leonardo da Vinci (via itookadeepbreath)
That awkward moment
thatawkwardmoment: when your girlfriend beats you at black ops and asks you to make her a sandwich
That awkward moment
thatawkwardmoment: When you aren’t sure if the song playing is “Ice Ice Baby” or “Under Pressure”
thaacademy asked: YOU GOT A TUMBLR?!?!?!!?!? Ahhhhh so refreshing
Road From Perdition*
Assemble a thousand shooting stars With A dozen hours of intercession Alongside a collection of Horseshoes, rabbit’s feet, and Wishing wells filled with coins that speak my dreams. All of these… And maybe then we can be. Close my eyes. Cross my fingers. Cast a spell. Chants and rain dances. Prayer and fasting. Ceremonies and Séances. Clutching my rosary beads The Holy Bible As...
the way the wind blows acclaim follows suite. i would rather stretch my frame underneath the persistent sky. though it varies in its hues it will never change its shape, still as infinite as before. steady in its faithfulness and ignored still. so i will pay attention and allow the sky to teach me how to be great without being applauded, how to run from popularity with a clause, and...
I am satisfied That you always get what you want From me. Don’t take another Glance at me and wonder. Your peripheral is enough I’m fulfilled when any part of your eye Is on me. Whether or not you give I am satisfied Still Don’t worry about Seeking to give as much as you take From me I am not petty So I will gather the scraps say a prayer of gratitude and burp loudly from...
Toast To Undergrad
Here’s to: an equal number of mistakes and cover-ups. Baggy-eyed mornings and Bright-eyed Fridays. Being wealthy in knowledge and rich in loan debt. The influx of community and the realization of solitude. Watching friends come and go And the surprise at those who stick around. Here’s to: Peers as life coaches Professors as friends and Enemies as teachers. Forever...
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...
Every morning I brainstorm On new ways that I can Be better. I muse over dreams from the night before To calculate their divinity. I breathe deeper To clean the air for my fellow man. Stand up straighter, On tip toes, So that I can get a better view of the sunrise. Smile with Eyes closed And Laugh with Head back, So that You can see That I feel Your gaze… […though I am sometimes too shy to look...
His mind wanders But is never lost Broken and focused Into eight different conduits Of purpose. Trekking towards Caution on paths of regret And seeking love On paths of passionate emphasis His highest hope is that Which lies at the end of it all Is a stark comparison of where he started. Head in the clouds Calling for angels and God Upward, But his eyes are focused forwards and backwards The...
Hard Times Require Furious Dancing (Inspired by...
I face difficulty In insurmountable amounts Enough to gag the cheeriest disposition But my hope is still breathing Pain tried to ravage my soul So, My hope now resides in the soles of my feet Prompting them, One after the other To shift Slowly at first Tip-toeing in a tap shoe fashion To skirt off the initial discomfort of life Then more rapidly To tightrope across my foes, And my own guilt and...
Silver Lining (Haiku)
I must not forget: there is no such thing as pain without a purpose.
just a word
i really enjoy reading your poetry, its real….its not enuf to read once…thanks for good words
every time i watch a kids channel and see a corny looking black dude I shrug my shoulders and say to myself..”hey, that could be the next drake” — Aadam Keeley
Untitled (Spring Cleaning)
I brush off pieces of shattered dreams Remnants of broken promises And unfulfilled desires Leftover from bonds long gone. Dust the mantel And Clear the shelf. I stand back and examine the space Besieged yet pleased… Overwhelmed yet overjoyed… Your love is more than I have room for. Hardened chocolates Sit next to wilted roses Representing a form-and-a-fashion That have fallen victim to its own...
The flash of a warm smile In your direction. The arrival of an epiphany. The satisfaction of a task completed…well. Hearing the first two beats Of your favorite song. Reaching a resolution. A hug that starts to heal. Seeing the first sign of spring. Hearing the coo of an infant. Feeling the warmth of a new sun And the rush of an ocean’s virgin tide. The impact of peace. The onset of rest. The rush...
Yes, there are times where I am privy towards irrationality And ideals, But know that my soul’s light can Blind the sight of a man […meaning you, if you dare stare long enough] Plus, my heart’s make-up is virtually Indestructible, Because heartache and struggle Ultimately Strengthens my resolve To attack life with arms wide open. I’m not one to stay folded, And I’ll always come at you this way. So...
They say that “Once a cheater, Always a cheater.” But I intentionally stand [In defiance to this truth] Out on a limb, To risk life and limb And open the hearts of every Broken hearted skeptic. They say that “Familiarity breeds Contempt.” But I will refuse to let hatred find its resting place in me. They say that I need to “Look out For number one.” Lord knows I need to hush my distrust And...
Give me nothing that you can take away I wish to earn a life for myself So that only God Can initiate loss. Promise me nothing that you will lord over me Reminding me of what little I own And how much I owe you in return Causing me to sit on every offense And hush the bleeding heart, because your track record reads goodness. I want to enrich my own life Basking in the direct...