Age ain’t nothing
Age ain’t nothing but a number, so they say and I thought you knew that too cause behind closed doors […]
Poetry
Until it isn’t
I think one of the biggest tragedies of being human is that we don’t immediately recognize the value of a
Breathing is labor: one of those days
One of those days when the song on the radio brings back time and it stays and every shed tear,
Hooded Heartless Complying Thugs: A Poem
I’m broken by the sound of weeping mothers as they’re dragged down by yet another hooded heartless complying thug dehumanizing
United we’ll stand
Sitting on my doubts and questions in the turbulence of a time so uncertain, knowing that we collectively have the
Bloom and wither: tales of selective memory
The worst pain in my chest, my eyes couldn’t be more red. My hopes and dreams with you through that
The day I die
The day I die I hope it is timely. I hope it’s mild and sunny while I love the rain
Without trying
Sometimes I get up in the morning with the sunshine on my face, and I look in the mirror and
Colors of my vibe and heart
I forget what sweet things I want to write when I look back and realize how many unsent letters I
Words – they mean things
Big, like an enthusiastic move like today’s news like my dreams my energy, like my blues Bright, in my eyes,