Monthly Archives: February 2015
Writing Warm Up: Fear of Losing Blue
A Few Words for my Mom
and there we were, sipping and reminiscing on finger-lickin good memories
with mellow jazz in the background
every touch of the piano keys
was reminiscent of the summer breeze
easy, taking its time
strolling, rolling
between the leaves
of mother Gaia’s
outstretched hands
that were reaching towards me
her love child
her from above child
Desire of Darkness
i wish my skin was dark. i wish i could look just like the night. I’m tired of being light because then I’m mistaken for being white and ill be damned twice before someone tries to label me, acting like they aren’t mistaken. living in two worlds you’re isolated from is like trying to dance to the beat of your own drum when all you have is a broken flute.. sure you can use the pieces as sticks but when you do, things just don’t sound right and you ran out of glue three days ago when you were so busy trying to make a flag of your own.. two nations blending into one messy creation.. only this one here, has a birth certificate and a social security card and man its just so hard because none of the pieces really fit..
Pangaea
your love is tectonic
because
it rocks my world
shifts my center
shatters my plates
my fine china that is.
If
if i were to be anything in my next life, i would be an artist
so that i could be the one painting, sketching, doodling
whatever’s behind your eyelids..
I cannot be your holiday
i cannot be your holiday..