(2014)
My imitation of the haiku form. Syllables (17): 5-7-5
Honored to be here again, And like all my other appearances,… Reveling at the end, for Defeat is a language I do not spe… What else can I say?
My endearing seashell.. I put my ear to your chest And I can hear your heartbeat. Its like the sounds of the ocean, So soothing and potent
Where did I leave me? Have you seen me lately? I’ve been missing for a few days n… Truth is, I can’t even button dow… The guy in the mirror.
What is “black privilege”? My “brutha”, you have no privilege… You have but Right. Yes, you heard me right You have but one.
A week in the desert And all water will taste flavored. If you never had a tv, All shows would be your favorite. You may not get what you’ve just r…
Minds, brighter than the sun Reading poetry for fun We’re the poets We’re romantics
Home of the most unique fashions The heart’s pleasures fully satisf… In this place of unfeigned passion We’re in the city of love Let’s bask in the midnight hour
Days like this Inexplicably pissed, Maybe not pissed But on edge no less. So please forgive me
I can’t find my muse I’m without inspiration A nightmare come true
My hand flows down your soft, ripp… Like a waterfall merging with the… From those savory lips, I beg a t… I have a particular appetite A desire that only you can sate.
I really don’t wanna speak too extensively on this, it's still a touchy topic. Plus, I’m still kinda in denial and not ready to accept this. I started to post a status in your honor a c...
On the Battlefield there’s many w… Death even for those who stood bol… The ambrosia that is sweet victory The aroma– the smell– casting a sp… But the taste, its taste is foreig…
center Our love has turned blue. When I touch you I can feel your skin crawl As you jump away.
I’m feeling like a Reporter with breaking news But no camera crew
Do you ever ask yourself, what is… Why are we here? What are we mean… The assurance of death leaves us a… Life is too short, if only we had… What’s the rules? Survival of the…