Borrowed Bodies

Trust me, no scar goes unnoticed. No insecurity unseen. The scars quit literally, and not much so.I’ve learned to not take seriously, unless you find a scar on my soul.  Ignorant intelligence, only a fool knows it all.  This body most are enthralled with.These eyes that steal your interest. Are just borrowed parts, paid for with experience […]

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MARK

“When you find yourself on the side of majority. it is time to pause and reflect.” -Mark Twain  I took a step, doubled back then took a left. I thought I was right. When the majority is on your side, you know you’re living a lie. For the blacks sheep’s, are the only alive. The […]

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SUN

I’ve had my fair share Of the fair weathered although a moon child. I fell in love with the sun. Negotiating with the stars for a sign. What’s the reason why? Manipulating my guides to pass along the message, growing impatient inside. Wishing onto the skies, Past lives flash by, and go on. Promises that […]

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Poetry Sessions: Expiration Date

Antidepressants coping through tough lessons as an adolescent. Feelings sorry for myself.  There I stood embracing the summer solstice under a full moon. Breezy vibes behind yellow tape lines.  An innocent bystander. So I thought. Paramedics pushed aggressively through, as I peeked over, scoping the depressing display. I stood on my tippy toes, behind a women tall, […]

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Poetry Sessions: Conflict

  Past the strength and detachment is poetry and warmth inside of me. brewing passionate love.  Usually avoidant of tapping in, fear of insurmountable loss. The loss of my identity.   knowing it’s all a paradox, because that’s the only time I actually find me. After all I am made from love, by two people In […]

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Poetry Sessions: Pet Peeves

Time wasted,  slow paced, Being forced to deal with things my soul can’t resonate with. I can’t relate with. I’m disdained, living in a world filled with do as I says, not as I do’s. The hypocritical, stereo typical  People living figuratively, but screaming LITERAL.  Speaking of literal, why do people use the word so frivolously, […]

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  Poetry sessions: Willing

I will, I can, and I did.  If given the chance id do it all over again.  Twice as long, three times as passionate hopefully the fourth times a charm. He asked me would I?  I said I will. I have before, granted in a life so long ago. But I did and I will, […]

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Poetry Sessions: 11/11

“Mommy!” I tearfully called out.  I know what you’re thinking.  “Why your son? why now? Why ever?”  I was always a good kid, I was cleaver.  Light hearted, comical, and empathetic.  The actions of those people, pathetic! Why can’t you hear me? See me? Feel me? Please listen to me, don’t cry, dry your eyes. […]

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MOURN

  Dearly beloved, Today we are gathered here, not in holy matrimony, but to mourn the death of who I thought he’d be. When we first met he was godly, respectful and wise.  Every word he spoke figuratively danced off his tongue, twirling and whirling their way in to my heart. It was a perfect […]

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Poetry Sessions: Visitation Hours

I walked in to the dimly lit room where I lie. Soft meditative violins playing faintly in the background. I heard creaks from the floor boards echo under my feet in our old apartment home. I walk up to the small toddler bed. There I lie, an innocent child. I whisper softly to me. Hoping […]

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