We spend the majority of our formative years waiting to grow up. Then we grow up enough to be able to do everything we wanted to do as children and all we want to do is go back to having naptime after lunch. I recently turned 30 a few weeks ago,  and I have been ...

Your words like a drum beating in my brain, the same refrain over and over again.  My armor holds. The words shatter and fall.

I’m looking through the glassyour lifeYou smile, twirl, and pipeto your followers.You spin your web and entangle othersManipulation and imitationyou draw them in. The glass fogs up as Ibreathe on it.Helpless.  No way to warn.Threadsof deception ensnare.They are wrappedin a tangled web.  You smile.then I realize I am not helpless.  With onestrong strikethe glass cracks ...

I used to chase people like a child chases the moon. Then you came along, your subtle entrance made me go from chasing to floating on every cloud I saw. The child who used to chase the moon became a woman. Who now likes staying still in front of a love she waited so long ...

Time ceases when she enters a room   Her existence is the eminence of perfection   She has a voice that quells your clamor   For she is your – Nubian Goddess   Her whisper settles your uneasiness   Her touch transports your mind   Allowing your body to transcend worlds   For she is ...

I left for hell in a handcart. I waved goodbye, wished them well. I vowed a postcard from the fiery pits, signed by vagabond, me.   On my way to the ground, I stopped at a pub crawl. Somehow this place led me to heaven. I was one over the eight when I stumbled outside. ...

I long for you in the shadows dream of you at night   Wonder what you’re thinking and if your day is alright   I long to snuggle up with you and keep you warm at night   Long to be your coffee cups that kiss your lips just right   Or replace that shiny ...

I turned your growler into a vase for my flowers.   All my friends point at my bad behavior, but after being broke I have no fear. They say I’m putting my life in danger; but my friend became my love and my love is now a stranger.   I remember running down the alley ...

Am I pretty enough yet? To make you love me, To crave me, To want me as badly as I wanted you. I fixed everything, inside and out. I scrubbed at the deepest parts of my soul until they came out shiny, pleasant and new. Those ugly things, I buried deep down for you.   ...

Mila carried a baby in her arms. The street on which she limped down shrouded in the pitch of night. A cold breeze blew in and attacked her face, fingered her hair. She held the baby tighter to her chest. Cars still being eaten by flames from the inside out cast a weak orange glow ...