It’s times like these You-know-when-your-friend-travels-across-town-to-come-get-you-at-3-in-the-morning It’s times like these You-know-when-your-right-hand-man-takes-over-when-you’re-out-for-2-weeks It’s times like these You-know-when-after-a-long-day-and-you’ve-been-fighting-a-lot-with-people-that-they-buy-shakes-and-cookie-dough It’s times like these You-know-when-you-push-them-away-that-they-move-closer-because-somethings-wrong It’s times like these You-know-when-they-give-up-their-weekends-to-work-and-then-sleep-on-the-floor It’s times like these You-know-the-ones It’s times like these–These and more Thanks for the memories ~.%

Prompt for hour who cares Been doing this too long Ya I profess to being a poet But after 20 odd I feel like a poser A supposer Passion? Hell no Poetry feels like poison now I drank it My stomach aches My headbursts How…

For those of you big or small, young or old, this goes out to you. For those of you who reach out so high that the burning in your arms almost feels like you finally touched a star, this goes out to you. Just because…

He bought her favourite sweater, It was red and very loud, Said it was so I could find her, If she lost me in a crowd, It wasn’t very fancy, Just a pull-over-the-head, But you’d never seen a person, Look so wonderful in red, For me it was…

Elements sail Survivors Distinction Welcome wishing, Digital downfall, civilization. Documentary – Romanian Soprano. Contact woman. Wingspan sovereign.   (I ran my finger over my Swype keyboard on Android to get random words and make them into a poem. it almost would make sense.)

My mom stands there In here work clothes none less Yet she looks like a queen Her hair is short and dark Her eyes blue like mine I want to be her one day Strong, brave, and confident

Lonely never felt so good i may think different once I see sight never became dim And then the sun banished…

Part XXI October, the month when the monsters begin to haunt, drift inside the attic of my body, the trunk with all these memories, rattles, begging me to stir up trouble, I oblige and I soon find myself in the asylum. – Michellia D. Wilson…

Duality of nature Is not be fearful Of the positive and negativity self As it makes the whole person That you are Embrace your shadow self For accepting both The negative and the positive It is then we are in the position to Embark on…

i can’t write another poem about a ceiling fan or the way it rocks back and forth and people worry about its health and that one day it will just fall down and break because it dared to keep spinning