I'll Be Better Than The Last “I would never leave you, you would be my only girl.”
It's easy to say you will be better than the last.
I am an algorithmic fantasy a predetermined dream
You’ll create yo...
I see you stood there, smiling from ear to ear, feeling happy in your own skin.
I wonder why I don't feel like that, why my mind tells me I am repulsive.
The thoughts telling me, I am not in the right...
The wind blows softly through the open window
The breeze caresses against the curtains lightly
The serenity of the motions compel me
I feel the light air on my skin
The breeze gently sends chills down...
Love Or Fear.
Throughout this life of constant change.
There’s a question that remains so clear.
One that will guide beneath all confusion.
Is your heart thinking with Love Or Fear?
When you feel that...
Fear controls us.
That's a simple fact.
Our fear allows us to attract
People that only mean to hurt you.
They feed off your fears and weaknesses.
They add to your messes.
Wake up from the effects of o...
If one could be the beam of light
That guides us through the darkened waters
Or the diamond buried in the rock
Shinning through the dark grey matter
If one could be the blossoming flower
What an honor.
To worship my creator.
Most machines get tossed aside
in a junk heap
Especially after all the malfunctions I've had
Many times where he should've left me
Face-to-face with all of my regrets
Count me out, but I ain’t finished yet
They wanna put me down, but I am not their pet
Declared a war on myself, which I’m already a vet
This vet needs to be vetted
Stand up, stand up tall Smell the fresh air and don't exhale.
You are strong and willing.
Don't stop moving forward.
Follow your dream.
You are who holds your future together. The past is awful.
I'm an immature dreamer,
A great make-believer. I imagine someday my words will be heard. Somehow these dreams will take shape. Somehow. But for now, I just have to believe. My thoughts, I have to ret...
I remember listening to his song on the record player in my parents' living room on Buffalo Street.
I saw Stevie Nicks as a musical goddess with her black long flowing gypsy like clothing.
She also re...
Black woman who is she who are our black women are we just recognized by our culture or recognized by our substance our rich substance we bring to this world when I was a little girl I looked up to bl...
I have never written any poetry before this month, and I know some of the references I make will be obscure, but ignore that, please! You will surely follow the general drift of the poems. Although I ...
The leaves are soaked by the sun. We are open. I forgot what words tasted like. What are rainbows? Are they our imagination
Are the colors our lives? If they are our lives, Then I must be indigo. I th...
I walked through fields of broken glass
Trying not to bleed
Trying not to hurt
Looking for a way to end the pain
The hurt, the misery
A way to free myself
From the darkness and despair
I guess this started the day I was born
The quest for self
The quest to find my purpose The quest for silence and meaning-fullness
The quest for what was inside of me
Everyone is here for a purpose
in me are plenty of poems
not meant for everyone to open my book and read me out loud I think I outgrew the lies and all the fairy tale crap
I’ve depended on people for love and co...
Her hair was soft like velvet
Body tan, a sunkissed glow
Her nails done bi-weekly
She'd walk in and they would know.
They would know she is "perfection"
A real woman, the ripest peach
But did anyone c...