Rivalry- a poem of taste

Picture gotten from- Pinterest Have you consoled your embroidery? your interwoven sleeves carved from healing smites? Mother of souls. Mother of colds with cursed sores. You remind me of moon tales, skipping bad omens for good fortune.   Oh buttercup! Save these little fingers for one itch. Bring men that think like goldsmiths, black and beaten,…

Sedative sentiments

Picture gotten from-Jannaleadams Let’s awaken the grieve of Joy, the little laughs with babies, foe and your toy. We can be generous with words, writing with rhymes against all odds.   Here’s my token of wealth, here’s love, happiness and my skin the way it’s felt. Could I wander in your tones of delight? your…

Dear woman, dear man..

There are ruthless ways your own words may have been translated. There are places you sing songs of war and some you whisper courage. Twice you may have been beaten down by fear, ignorance and love with hopes to come to terms with ever flowing chills. You may have seen you without the others, those…

Blogging series 2: The broken man

by Tom junior Picture gotten from-Brokenabstract The broken man laid in his room He starred at the ceiling and created his own stars He engulfed himself in the warmth of his hand He ignored the pains and survived, but never forgot what caused him pain. The broken man wiped the unending tears from his eyes…

Thought Blank

You can write from pain and for survival but excluding your image in every scenario makes it imaginative. Where does your limit for the pursuit of self understanding lie? My everyday life is questionable, it is rhetorical. People come and go yet my existence still suffers from my own recognition. I leave my soul unknowingly to go search for a…

One Man

Poem of the beginning of an end