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into my bones

i flow into my bones my blood smooths rocks         water is crimson it moves without veins         inside my bones live roots dark brown crying flesh of The Lost People         deep inside sunless soil the worms of my skin         Dust reaches for sky and…

the ruins

I am like the wildebeest in your dreams Search the ruins for my ghost There you will find me         flesh and blood returned                 digging through the rubble for my ancestors My nails bend and break I bleed from fingers that cannot move the…

mermaid-ness

Sometimes the seaweed gets into my kinky black hair I forget for a moment that I’m not a mermaid But when I lie to myself and try to live my mermaid-ness it’s because in the sea, I can be free There is no…

blistered soul

My feet are blistered like my blue soul Shoes don’t fit what’s inside me They try to cover wounds that soak through black socks Dark with revealing holes My Brown skin shows through The blisters are sometimes a welcome pain where shadows of…

dark tracks

i walk barefoot on dark tracks the cold steel is warmed by the hot summer sun my feet and toes learn the dance the tracks carry history of times when men poured sweat to nail ties across miles of native land the tracks…

freedom in green

the wind blows wild and filled with memory pine branches litter the sun greened lawn moisture tilts the clouds to wet the leaves and i remember their dreams tree dreams i am them in ages gone no humans only insects and sea urchins…

dream with me

i want to dream with you in technicolor let our minds intertwine as we write stories in our sleep state dream with me we will create worlds

dark kisses

dark kisses remember bruised faces memories place love outside time Image taken from DilekGenc’s page on DeviantArt.com

the rose

He placed a rose on her headstone In the mornings she was awakened by the smell of a rose placed on her pillow He knew that if he waited the rose would rouse her from her slumber The story on her headstone would…

a fragment of you

i am a fragment of you a piece of tomorrow who buys lipstick to feel pretty cracked nail polish on bitten nails a church bell rings the smell of paint fills me inside out reminding me of broken dreams that fragment of me…

the rebellion

Writing Prompt: One at a Time Today, write a post about the topic of your choice — using only one-syllable words. To be stuck with words that have one piece, just one sound, is odd. It is like my life force is in jail, trapped by…

the death of a dream

i dreamed a dream…. in this dream the world i inhabited disappeared and was replaced by a new world one ready for me and the way i wanted to unfold my existence it was a world ready to ascend into a new spiritual…

a scarf denied

Writing Prompt: Wronged Objects If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology? I’m so excited that my writing prompt was selected. I’ve decided to write a poem about a…

here we are

Here We Are There is a world so vast we cannot comprehend, Yet we wonder endlessly about our existence. One cannot know this familiar place, Except to recognize how unfamiliar it becomes With time. The winds show us the direction of our mortality.…

refraction: light passing through life

Through light we see life Through life we see illusions that dance inside our dreams Through our dreams we live what was Through our illusions we live what could be Light envelopes reality Light sees life and continues Light sees life and unfolds…

knowing freedom

i want to wash my skin with white clouds; wash until they feel the insides of me so deeply they cry upon my skin; until they are heavy and gray with my sadness; until they are empty of the weight of the sky…

a fragment of you

i am a fragment of you a piece of tomorrow who buys lipstick to feel pretty cracked nail polish on bitten nails a church bell rings the smell of paint fills me inside out reminding me of broken dreams that fragment of me…

a dime bag

i remember a time when meditation was free now the stolen moments cost dearly i lean back and think a memory is worth more than a dime bag but no one buys memories they want weed to get high meditation won’t take them…

feet in snow

This girl remember bare feet in snow on a warm winter day. Sun beaming down on two wide eyed kids enjoying tufts of cold white flakes between toes. One child just come from Jamaica. The other come just five years before. The one…

i remember

I remember black shoes at midnight Feet that wiggle inside and dream of nakedness They spill out on rocks and sand and dead leaves Bubble gum is sticky between toes I remember dirty fingernails in sunlight Hands that ball to hide the shame…

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