I ache. My body giving me grief With every breath it takes. Shins, hips, knees most significantly As well as everything in between. Im the victim o...Read more
*Hues Faded Into Canvas* Life flowed through the wind Canvas-beautified souls wrapped in stillness In the depth, the hues leaned As a faint scent con...Read more
Laugh at my misfortune. I stand before a massive painting, watching how absurdly my brush has chosen its shapes. Sometimes the colors run out. Sometim...Read more
when i say love, it's in the kiss that forever lingers on your lips, in the touches that promises not to fade. in my firm eyes, that wavers not. whe...Read more
Let's read this poem together. Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy bo...Read more
Stopping people whenever it pleases, three lights taking turns while everyone rushes ahead. It isn't the impatient horns that matter. It's the questi...Read more
Through the stroke I come alive. I capture every gargoyle and seraphic moment, For I deem it treacherous to forget what your eyes behold. I sketch a ...Read more
My house smells of dust. Everything worn lies unswept. The forgotten corner remains untouched, wrapped in the cloth of neglect. My house smells of su...Read more
No one gives a damn about a poem until they need a poem — Omotara James. No one writes a poem because they want ...Read more
When I say love, you are my poetry. I cherish you from the very first draft, written with my favorite pen. Dear to my heart, close inside my pocket, l...Read more
When I say, "love," What do you hear? When I say, "I love you," Is it just a middle syllable Like a metronome beat, Semantic satiation? Or do you fe...Read more
Let's read this poem together. Where Dust Never Collects by William Bortz when I say love, I mean I wait at the door for you to arrive; I...Read more
Your truth and mine are double-edged swords— tides in different synchronicity They see lies in what the other bleeds for. They see the fault in the h...Read more
I did not choose this shape, but it is mine. the river moves slowly, softening what it loves until it is smooth. have patience. it will take years of...Read more
Great fortune will follow you. You will eat the heart of a horse in winter. You won’t have to pray twice. Every mountain will unclench its jaw...Read more
Get used to being carried everywhere. Sunlight and rain are both your companions. Sometimes you'll be forgotten. Sometimes you'll become the one every...Read more
Let's read this beautiful poem together. _Advice from a Bat_ Hunt only at night. Fly erratically. Defy even your own expectations. Feed on beetles...Read more
A dried well sits along a sugarcane mill, on a stretch of land encompassing three dialects. You see kids rolling tires and tubes, medieval games in ...Read more