Poetry

2020.

It's human nature to see people as the sin they committed and overlook the change they underwent. For most, this year was a winter. Our leaves dwindled and exposed our nudity and we saw the veracity of what we are truly made of. The insecurities we buried deep within our subconscious, the loneliness, the need… Continue reading 2020.

Poetry

Selah~ with Angela King

I lay supineIn a moment of introspectionI was retrospecting,Deciphering previous choices,Looking back at highs and lows,Distinguishing woes from foes,Tracking back the steps,Seeking my genesis,Asking the existential question, why am I here? SelahI rummage without pauseIn the deep deluge of thoughtsMy hands, nails dirtyIs my quest without cause?What questions ask I,breathe life into fruit?As I delve… Continue reading Selah~ with Angela King

Poetry

Reality of dreams

In the reality of dreamsOur hearts listen to screams...Screams of unsaid words that we both know to be true but are too scared to utter... In this reality we row downstream,Flowing with the river and guided by light beams, unbothered by the raging sound of waterfalls ahead because in the reality of dreams we could… Continue reading Reality of dreams

Poetry

Mansion

Existing,Breathing,Expressing the basic functions of a living being,And yet, barely living,A soul robbed of love in its entirety... A five bedroom mansion,Dad in one corner and mom in the other,A well built house, and yet, a broken home,Torn apart, forced to choose, Between two parts of the same heart, And neither could ever be enough...… Continue reading Mansion

Poetry

Humans with no humanity…

Smile...Tell that to the young Somalian with no food to eat, no water to drink , only bones left as the world looks at them as worthless toothpicks, to the soldier who risks his life for less than a penny, fights for peace, yes, that is ironic. Smile...Tell that to the hooker at your street… Continue reading Humans with no humanity…

Poetry

Grown up kid (true story)

I was so used to her dancing to the songs I loudly played in our car rides, that's when a tide of emotions would wash away her sadness, but this time she was unable to hide the torment in her mind... So I lowered the volume and looked at her; "put your seatbelt on", I… Continue reading Grown up kid (true story)

Poetry

Watered down

We try to hide our feelingsSo we put make up on our hearts And from its abundance we speak in euphemism,A watered down form of love with no depth,Unable to pierce through the thick layers of foundation, concealers and blush, So our words become weak,Just paint brushes stroking the surface;Full of fear,Our feet get cold,We… Continue reading Watered down

Poetry

Hope

Like needles of light piercing through a forest,The shadow of a falling leaf and the break between the lub and dub of a heartbeat,I go unnoticed,But I'm there... In between breaths and the blinking of eyes,Moments of introspection to tell truths from lies,I hang on to the dying breaths or rather the evidence of life,… Continue reading Hope

Poetry

The You you hide…

I love the way you are, the you that no one knows , I love the you you hide.

Poetry

Y.A.I

We are spirits with bodies and not the other way around, So in this motion we are set free, as we ascend to the flow of heaven's melodies, we pray to meet again in our next lives,