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Attempting to unfurl its scroll released an uncanny diffusion— like a sky-bearer’s potency. This incantation in a bottle docked at my feet mid-sea, the glyphs of its prison enticing a smile from me. —JG ©2026
I watched as the white flowers turn blacc A calm night with a gentle breeze silence In the air about as a quite as the thoughts…
My dear, I’m palming my chest like a pledge of allegiance to love your words for me—…
What did you think was going to happen, you didnt think I would find out. I knew all along but I let you play your game. You were playing a little one. I was disappointed. I actually expected more from you. I remember when you had big dreams and now…
The day is almost done. I always miss you in this light, a void that scripts your name in the stamped envelope of night…
Tunnel vision So many split decisions Do we always see what others mean Delving in words like a Scorpion’s sting I am bored out of my mind…
Respect A word which defines a woman’s creed at best Separating our femininity from the rest The bearer, the fruit carrier The forgiver, the nine months deliverer…
Hungry Eyes No disguise, devoid of earthly whys My bow and arrow Aiming and letting it pierce the heart of my handsome sparrow The Hereafter…
"Temper down, my love", she says, "Summer isn't here yet"— reminding me that her time is still a delicate passage…
Soar high. Soar proudly. For you have overcome a myriad of obstacles, becoming what you envisioned…
Lean on me when your emotional toll is tipping your crown. With your burdens placed on my shoulder, know that I am a King who bears the weight of all…
I caught gash in my neck, I was speaking verses on top of verses spewing straight from the neck. Im on deck and dressed in triple black, keeping it all the way classy. And to be honest, I love myself for it. I induced a sugar rush and this urban…
We pass Sundays like loose change, folded into the thin seams of our pockets, prayers tucked behind receipts, behind the grocery list, behind the photograph of a boy in a blue cap smiling like he knows the future owes him nothing…
Imprison me in your mind and don’t release me. Exploit the lone liberator in your celestial revery…
To be with you has one reason— my heart’s beating. This love is that simple, the purest proof of its meaning…
Take me to a place called home, A place where the rain never enters, A place where peace is sought and found, A place which shields my tired soul, Providing rejuvenation…
Till the sands of time run dry, And the hourglass finds stillness. Let my roots find firm soil, Anchor deep…
The sun will rise, Banish the darkness, Lay its claim…
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