I Am A Woman And I Don’t Feel Safe In This World

I was born like thisWith tits and big hipsA river between my legs,A lake in my heart,A mind that rages like the ebbs of the sea,Mud on my hands before I knew what water is. I have dragged this mountain,And though I have the sight,I still crumble at my sides.I have been told to bow…

Gleams Of Streams Of Dreams

I have given myself over to youI have opened my heartAnd I have felt you in it. I have felt you in my brain too.You that pull the stringsThat fills my in betweens. I have not a single clue,No intention in playing smart,But I have feelings I’d like to admit. My body your love has…

Love Has Murdered My Brain

I write about love like I have a clue about it’s strings.A musician rejected by his own instrument.I’ve heard rumors of all the joy and butterflies it brings,I give this love thing a try with no improvement. Seated on the couch, I could feel loneliness clutch my heart,The pain in my chest and fear of…

I Am That Which I Am

I am the maker of the clothThe fabric of my life.I am everything that I need,The builder, the breaker.I am the tailor and the dressThe scissors and the thread.I am the floor under the feetAnd the man that walks on it. I am the bullet through the throatThe blood red history booksI am the warm…

We Look For God. He Is Lost In Us

We are magnets of our futuresSailing in ships of different thoughts.We are makers of our fateFrequency broadcasted equals frequency caught. Yes, we dictateWith every wave of thoughtAnd seal our fateWith the emotions brought. We look for God.He is lost in us.Many remain obliviousTo the power within us. I look for wordsTo explain a conceptThat can…

Who Holds The Cards?

One’s the laden self that bows his head to pray The other a rebel with a tattoo across his face. Who’s the fool and who’s the wiser, who holds the cards? And who is he, what’s his name, that’ll tell them apart? Once a boy, now a man, a grown black man One whose pangs…

What Self-loathing Type Of Shared Misery Is This?

Why is having more important that being? Why have we prided blindness over seeing?When did the type of fork matter over the food?Why does vice and menace thrive over brotherhood? When did likes and numbers overtake feeling?Technology stealing more than it’s healing?Ten cars, seven houses and still we’re suffering.It’s as though our progress is backfiring….

Pen To Paper – The Art Of Poetry

Take a painting class, learn how to say ‘I’m a writer’ in Portuguese, stumble upon fencing or lean your way to gardening. Try your very best to do anything but write a poem. If all else fails, open a wattpad account and scream about it from the top of your roof. At first, you will…

Three Men and A Wondering Son

Anything done with the ego is a self sacrifice to the devilAnd I’m not saying that the ego is the devil, but he is not your friend.He will trick you and rest assured, you will betray yourself.You will doubt your friends, exalt your name or worth, lie, for no reason at all.That’s the workings of…

(7) Powerful Life Poetry For Hard Times

Jump to specific poems: A Psalm of Life – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Desiderata – Max Erhmann Invictus – William Earnest Henley Go All The Way – Charles Bukowski If— Rudyard Kipling The Laughing Heart – Charles Bukowski Defeat – Khalil Gibrani A Psalm of Life – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow “The heights by great men reached and keptWere…