I hate the girl I see in the mirror She stares back, I hate her more Her incomplete story of tarnished desire, Her tangled mess of thoughts set on fire   I hate the girl I see in the mirror A hate that is light,…

A long run at dawn begins with a purpose Where sunlight and courage last meet Smiles through the tears, as feet hit the pavement For all those that accepted defeat Each sunbeam from Heaven, a gift from beyond With angels carrying the runner with grace…

Revelation’s Rhapsody Accessing his blemished mind, hearing his symphony, Symphony of words desirous to bring a despot’s pursuit, Pursuit of one who leads his fallen comrades in misery, Misery replacing the spoils of war’s victory, faux militia, lead guerilla. Dyer-Bolique expresses himself, a guarded desire,…

I have used both image and last line. Last line is from Awaeke Emezi’s The Death of Vivek Oji. I have broken her last sentence into final 3 lines of poem.     Misty heights scrub trees rugged snatching breath from thin air clamoring to…

“It was so live.” -Christopher Snow, Seize the Night. Dean Koontz. To live, to ride, the salt crusts the lip, underneath your feet dark shapes float unseen. Feel the swell of the waves, and the deadly undertow as seaweed eddies like ghost hands plying for a lost…

Sometimes, I pretend to still be sleeping. Eyes unopened, Still wrapped around her.   I revel in the snores Even when they’re deafening. The warmth of my bare chest Pressed against her bare back. Her hair tangled in my septum piercing.   Not daring to…

How can I give you truth When I don’t understand the question Or myself Or this rotten, toxic world Truth scares me Truth eats at me Truth makes me want to vomit If I give you truth You will just reject it anyway So I…

Jovial He is It is his defining trait Often laughing, smiling Or filled with thunder and lightning He is Olympian in nature While being cuddly as a fluffy button He is the diction definition of Jovial in all senses And part of why I adore…

We take our tails over the  trees Free the seas of blessings in we We are kids— we are pissed— Sometimes, we are kissed   Out of boredom drains our blood in rains Can’t kill the swash before the sea Rather would we kick the…

Always Speak their name I may cry I may feel sad I may wish things could be different But … Speak their name Never let them be forgotten Tell their stories Show photos Speak their name Reminisce Remember … Never let them be forgotten Always…