Lost Letter


The pain, trauma, and hurt felt for a lifetime,

Seeps through my pores elevating anxiety and mental blockages.

Constantly placing myself in a self-inflicting punching bag,

A well-intentioned letter begins to formulate.

Fumbling with words to muster up the courage, stating how I feel,

Can’t explain the emotions internally felt,

Riling inside my mind,

Placing blame on myself for not telling you sooner, writing constantly to keep sane.

Taking the time to meditate, making sure I get this right,

Protecting my peace is all I have, avoiding anger with all my might.

As I write, words flow without creating blame,

I write to you without remorse or shame.

I read to take me to another dimension, hoping to help with phrases eloquently mentioned.

Satisfied with every line and phrase,

I fold this letter as if I would mail it,

Placing inside an envelope, ready to receive

Your gaze.

Years go by, life changes occur, this letter

Remains secure in a drawer,

Sacred and only for your eyes.

Time Lost


Time is on the side of those that cherish its value.

It cannot be bought, even though some have tried,

It cannot cannot be measured, even though we try to control it.

Time is a friend not foe,

A hero is not vague,

They are earned and grown.

How can one value and spend time,

So carelessly?

Only one that sees time as lost and not

As a tool to improve a life,

Defaces it’s gift.

Brush of Light


Sitting in a dark abyss

Paralyzed with fear and doubt

Of the unknown

Bouncing and blocking out

Rival forces seeping within

The mind.

Mocking and moaning

Laughing aloud filled with hatred

Ready to pounce on any glimpse

Of weakness and fragility.

They feast on the fatness

Of opportunistic unity of the

The poor, afflicted, and oppressed

Without regard of decency and decorum

Constantly creating division

Fearing organization

Playing mental games and breaking Emotional boundaries.

One voice tears through harnessing

Strength, resilience, and aptitude

Connecting their relational language

With those of similar feelings wanting

Change, justice, and freedom.

The culmination of their voices

Demanding improvement

Causes others to take heed

Wanting the same for themselves

Merging collaborative efforts

Creating grandiose gestures

Of attitudes not ceasing.

As one, these voices continue

Pressing forward

Breaking down barriers

Marching as one

Inspiring the younger generation

To want more and more.

Walls crack and split open

Only showing a brush of light

For those desiring peace of understanding.

Fight or flight


Hands in the air,

Knees on the pavement,

A familiar setting.

Gun in holster

Ready to pounce on sudden movement.

Clenched jar,

silent tears, expressing fears

Of death and glorified

Name on a T-shirt.

Bystanders with cellphones in hand,

Recording every frame without fail,

Raising awareness about injustice.

Shots fired, heard throughout the streets

Red and Blue lights flickering in the shadows

Yellow tape placed to control crowds,

Anger and rage fills the atmosphere.

Again? Not again?


Something has to change.

As social media viewers witness,

A horrific display of ethical standards

Rhetorical questions rise,

Forcing the mind to make a choice,

Fight or flight?

The Games We Play


Lend me your ear, soft and clear, words flow fumbling out without making sense.

The twist and turns of phrases falling, you beg for attention, speaking on dreams and goals, you long to behold.

Conversing of passions and desires, waiting for aggregable nods and forms of adorations that coincide with a likeness.

Trying to find reasons and excuses for things that don’t pair up with a running list of wants and needs of compatibility in my head,

Thinking of ways in which personality means more than vanity.

Longing for opportunities to share and caress with another, falling short of boundaries built up, not wanting to offend or appear above others.

We boast sweet nothings when apart, but when seen, fall short and forget what was said.

Relying on compulsions and notions of ideas created when apart, leaving unsaid problems and feelings expecting the other to guess its meaning.

Starting off in a state bliss and romance then twisted into lustful desires and feelings to fill the void of a complete and fulfilling relationship.

Games of the mind, are played forcing reciprocity of the heart without caring for the red flags the mind presents.

Getting others involved hoping for a better predicament, meditating on thoughts of peace and love.

We plan to hold something true and trustworthy not caring for hurting each other in the process.

The games we play are only games of the heart expressing imperfections of ourselves and not the time spent together.

Hard Exterior


A porcupine by nature assumes,
a scary and inferior creature.
Its defense mechanism is displayed
for the world to see, not translucent or hiding,
instead, it’s a fair warning,
to prevent you from attacking,
because the consequences are known.
It is hard to see their softer side,
under its rough exterior,
because the perception is assumed,
they don’t have one.
However, even though, this creature only defends
itself within close distance,
the majority of the time,
the creature is calm and has a cool disposition.
There will be times when each of us,
has to perk up and attack like a porcupine,
to protect ourselves from hurt,
harm, and danger.
Other times we will need to be
calm and cool under pressure,
not allowing deterrence or disruption.
Having a defense mechanism is useful,
sometimes necessary in walking through many obstacles.
The trick is balancing between,
having a soft demeanor and having a hard exterior



Is it cruel to always put down others?
Does that bring about your own insecurities?
Are you being cruel to be kind?
Is your constant demeanor of negativity always necessary?
Are these difficult characteristics you have even, healthy for a relationship with someone else?
Are you able to love yourself knowing you find it hard to love and accept someone else?
These questions keep running through my head.
These questions involving a relationship with another.
I have to be brave and ask,
I don’t want to waste my time on something not real.
What is your need to know the questions you have for me?
I don’t want to be caught up in the moment and not see,
The things you represent when getting involved with someone like me.
These questions keep running through my head.
These questions involving a relationship with another.

You’re Mine


The way you look in my eyes,
And act as you have known me
All my life.
Then trust I feel when I’m with you.
The way you whisper sweet nothings
In my ear.
The way you make me feel when,
I think of your name all day long.
The way I imagine your fingers,
Caressing my body.
The warmth of your loving embrace.
The sweet nothing’s I feel when your
Lips touch mine.
The tingling sensation I feel of your
Lips kissing all over my body.
You have no idea of the sweet bliss
I feel when I’m near you.
What started out as like,
Turned into love,
And now You’re My Everything…
My Blind Infatuation…

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Ingredients of Love


Love is patient, love is kind
Clearly your thinking someone is on my mind
But it’s not just one person,
Its several people
Because I want to show them love
These ingredients are only my opinions,
These ingredients are ways in which
I show them my love
It’s not in order
It’s from my heart
These ingredients mixed up all in one equates my love
These ingredients of Love I call it
These ingredients are of Love can be many
It can be a few
It depends on the person
However ever you define yours,
I want to always show mine with
My heart blazed with fire to symbolize my passion
My Ingredients of Love

Future Love


If two wrongs don’t make a right then tell me why I’m here with you
We flow like two steams intersecting into an ocean
They say opposites attract, but our bond is stronger than two magnets
Bad boy, nice guy, geek, pretty boy, player, mammasboy, jock
No labels can describe you
Some may say I’m head over heels, knees buckle Nancy, love at first sight, so blind I can’t see straight, whipped women that I am
But all I see are your kind eyes, your giving heart, your sexy smirk, your intelligence, your zest for life and living…
Am I wrong to only notice that?
I also hate when your right and I’m wrong
I hate when you beat me in chess
I hate when that you know me so well sometimes you use it for playful game
I hate that you where that same ol’ hat everyday
I hate that sound you make when your excited, on the brink of something genius moment
I also hate when your gone, even when you make me mad and I want you to leave…You stay
I also hate that you know my tickle spot…
You never let go
I can’t stand when we have playful competitions, especially with sports because most times you try to cheat in figuring out my strategy
When I make mistakes it’s hard for me to admit it to you not because I’m scared, but because I don’t want to see your I told you so face
I’m hard headed and stubborn but you always seem to break that barrier with one kiss and one touch
I am overwhelmed and overjoyed with gladness that I have you in my life
I am so deeply in love with you, your happiness has become more important than my own
So I write all these feelings down and hopefully one day you will read this
For all the future lovers out there, may you find the very things you need in someone else…