Winter is coming reminding me

of the hole in the pocket of a coat

I see beautiful people I don't

want to see gogrowing old

I wonder if they know their life

is a miracle

I wonder if they would believe

me if I told t...

We baptize the block at dawn—steam rising off manhole lids,
coffee cups like chalices, the corner store neon blinking amen,
a radio scraping gospel from vinyl, someone mumbling scripture
into a microphone made of city air.
Mama’s laugh is a metron...

Im hitting them with both and Im making sure its hot. Why not, I was not born into this world to be mediocre, im stoking flames, taking names on a piece of paper just to burn them on the flames again. I am without equal and I am not looking for ac...

Stretching on tiptoes

to reach the edge of his lips,

her world dissolved.

A starlit galaxy spilled onto

a silent shore

before her mouth could utter,

Take me—

He palmed the curve of her

soft a$$,

and boosted her into his open

arms.

I can’t put into words the destruction & chaos I’ve seen in the last month or so thousands of civilians and innocent people wipe out in almost a blink of an eye buildings destroyed neighborhoods in ruins a whole entire country in shambles begging ...

I see a lot of frustration in my counterpart face I see his days filled with silence & anger I haven’t seen him like this before and I’m kinda worried because

his life isn’t balanced I mean how could it be he’s been through so much and he’s con...

Let’s talk about how

much we spin as the planets

ellipse

Let’s talk about how a Uranian

Goddesshas the power to soften

myNeptunian abyss

Let’s drift further in mind,

past our anomaly

Past the vast edge of astronomy,

where we’d...

You wouldn’t be able too tell just by looking at him but he’s a man surrounded by darkness a choice he’s confidently made time & time again but why? How come he seems like doesn’t mind it in the slightest ? can’t he see how badly it’s affecting hi...

In my mind, the

conjectured dream of

us becomes a solved

equation— broken

down before us.

Amidst everything

trying to question me, I

answer to no

possibility but you—

the solved unknown.

My gravity centers

where you form, a trut...

The architects of Make america Great Again

A diminitive mind said to b a drunk in charge

of Defens a Fox news former prejudge host

wants to live stream the firing squad killing

of the Fort Hood murderer the same diminitive

individual killing ...

the stars are speaking
they share tales in their twinkling
they converse of worlds
they've gazed upon
and mortals whose necks creak
as they cast their eyes upward
they congregate over wishes
spoken in hearts
as they race across galaxies
t...

The heart becomes soil.
Gratitude, the seed,
the mind carefully sows.
The soil tilled by remembrance,
holds every cherished thing,
collecting, recording, archiving
all that is dear.
Gratitude upon a fertile heart
finds nourishment.
Blessi...

Star lit night
Sky sparkling bright
Moon in full bloom
Silence fills the air
Not a whisper
Nor a crickets call
The world seeming still
In its movement
A cold chill lingers
A heart beats with a soft hum
A calmness
Blankets
Those whose e...

Come to me in the middle

of the night when my mind

is restless to dream.

Hum your sweet lullabies

in my ear, while your

shadow cradles me.

I wouldn’t mind the feel of

your warm breath against

my cheek as well.

And I wouldn’t min...

Silence became my default setting
For my input and voice.
Never received an outlet,
Never met recognition
Or value in its contribution.

So the voice retreated,
Found home in a mind
Where the corpses of past selves
Remain buried,
Remaini...

Please stay, don’t go—

for if you leave now you won’tknow.

You’d keep guessing, the wholenight

long—

just how far words can go.

This ache won’t ease, tight in my

throat,

each time our dialogue is

postponed.

Stay home.

We pray with our hands in our pockets,
with the TV on low—news anchor smiling
like he got a poker face for tragedy.
Mama hums a hymn through the back door,
but her fingers are counting the rent again,
tracing numbers like rosary beads she can't affor...

Bind me with your words

like pages from the Bible.

Call me what you wish,

but name me no King

til that title is earned.

Not until I have learned you

like the palm of my hand,

tracing your fingerprint.

Not until our stars align,

and I ...