mama doesn’t want to grow old. bones breaking, mouth drooling, jaw slack, some one to clean you change you chew and swallow for you. mama saw her mama whither. prisoner of her feeble body, jailed by her failing mind. a sliver of a shadow of her former self. mama doesn’t want to lose her mind or be trapped as her body crumbles. mama wants me to cut her off to unplug her to give her the red pill and release her. but mama doesn’t think about after mama doesn’t think about me. because when they ask ‘where’s your mama?’ i’ll…
Muse
I sent this to The Student Press one time and it got published and people nearly exploded tryna maco who it was about… I said it was about no one because they wouldn’t quite understand, but whatever… Muse Amuse me Confuse me Bemuse me Till you consume me Anything, Just don’t refuse me
Art
paint splattered on walls, pavement. handprints, assprints, cover stop signs cars. but murals, graffiti, remain untouched. artists never defile art.
Deadly Sins
I want you. I want all of you, I long for your lips and body against mine, And I don’t want to share you. I want you all to myself. I covet my neighbour’s time with you, I envy any look that’s not for me. What’s stopping me, Keeping me chaste? Maybe it’s pride, But I’d give in to you in a heartbeat, So maybe not. Cowardice isn’t a deadly sin, But it should be.
New Frontier
So funny story about this poem… The timestamp for the creation is the 5th of august 2008. See what had happened was I started this poem and just never finished it… I couldn’t quite find the direction I wanted it to go in, until one night, the fevers of writing possessed my brain, (lol whut??), and it came to me. And so on the 22rd of September 2010, in the late hours of the night, I finally freakin’ finished the poem. And here it is in it’s longsuffering glory. The title is a work in progress. Give it a year…
Poeeeemmmsssss
It just occurred to me how sad it would be if no one ever read this, but I’ve quickly banished this thought from my head. There. Gone. … … … Right. Poems will be posted individually with whatever anecdotes I can remember or care to share about them ^_^ And I’m very proud that I did that fff and I intend to keep it up 🙂 Though you know what is said about the road to hell…
Flash Fiction Friday #29 Curlylocks
Flash Fiction Fridays Trigger: (starter) as much/little as As much as it may surprise some, the way I wear my hair now a days did not start off as this huge social statement many take it to be. I mean, two and a half years ago when I decided to go free and be happy to be nappy with the hair one Carnival Friday for school, I didn’t really have anything on my mind other than, “Hmm, what the hell can I do with my hair that isn’t a bun or 2 ponytails or spending 3 hours with a flat…
Post Number 1
Hi. I’ve started this blog in an effort to stimulate creativity. I suppose I can post the stuff I have written to prove that I am actually capable of writing, but i mainly hope to be doing flash fiction fridays, (click here for the person who organizes the fff and her bloggity), but other than that, it’s good to write, and I can’t claim to be a writer if i don’t do any writing! So, stay with me, fair reader, and a promise i will make it worth your while 🙂