We say we are in love, when in reality we are just existing in each other’s spaces waiting for the other to detach; when we know, neither one of us is brave enough to admit that love is more than existence. So do we love each other, or do we just exist with each other?
Tag: poetry
Watch “Zora Howard – “On Things of Which I am Ashamed”” on YouTube
One of my favorite poems by this poet Zora Howard – “On Things of Which I am Ashamed”: https://youtu.be/2uQMywa1TrY
Yesterday I had a talk with you, and my soul opened up and the sun shined brighter once it realized a transformation had begun. My heart sang out with a feeling of content and joy injected itself into my veins and invaded my body like a drug. Tears fell from my eyes and a smile…
Tranquility
It’s morning, a little before dawn, before even the animals wake. Before the sun breaks its silence over the sky, and illuminates the sky. My eyes open and embrace the day, as it bids farewell to the night. I sing praises to my Most High for the opportunity to live life right for another 24 hours….
A Dedication to the Crown.
Strength. Courage. Wisdom. Diversity. Love. Patience. Unique. Authenticity. Blessings. Essence. Culture. Adversity. Life. Confidence. Beauty. Eternity. Sacrifice. Praise. Righteous. Truth. Attitude. Carefree. Freedom. Roots. Natural. Origin. Crown. Respect. Feminine. Sexy. Growth. Progress.
Poetry Block…..
I need something to write about. I’ve got a craving for a poem but the words are just not coming together for me. This is a feeling I loathe entirely 😦
OneWord.
One word… One word that seems so simple one word where feelings are created in the soul and manipulate their way to the mental 4 letters, with a complex combination and sequence I say complex because most people see to think this word is one of the most difficult words to say BUT If we use words to…
Words Never Spoken
Everyday I have the same routine. I wake up and make tea and sit near my kitchen window at precisely 6am. Why? Because I know that at approximately 6:05am, u will be walking by my window as you do every morning. We exchange glances, bashful stares and petite smiles. Time stops as our paths cross for…
Write, Live and Love 