Should I stay or should I go Tell me please I need to know Your harsh truth has brought me to my knees Would you be so kind to set me free But if you’d rather have me stay There’s a few things we have to convey I’m not trying to change your ways Healing…
Tag: Poetry
Drug.Abuse.Resistance.Education
My very first essay entry was for the D.A.R.E program. A program that was introduced into the schools to inspire the youth to refrain from drug use and violence. I was in the 5th grade attending North Park Elementary School in Racine, WI. Even though I was a child, I felt like it was my…
Who am I
Fumbling around in the dark Fighting faceless monsters Collecting scars like badges That tells stories of repeated lessons Or flawless victories Desperately trying to find light To be able to see what battles are ahead The pressure of wanting to be seen, heard and understood Without trails and obstacles in place Building character by learning…
God
The innocent me Seeks divine intelligence To express myself
My truth, your truth, whose truth?
The truth will set you free or hold others in captivity. Hear me out. We journey through life experiencing all of these beautiful lessons. I say beautiful because each experience is a lesson that leads to our expansion. That growth and expansion could be mental, emotional, physical, and/or spiritual. Nonetheless, growth is beautiful to experience,…
Event Announcement + Four Poems
Before the final poems that I’ll be posting in my tenure as the Racine Writer-in-Residence, I want to say thank you to all the readers who have visited over the past six months. I would also like to invite everyone to attend the Open Mic & Performance Showcase I’ll be hosting as my community project…
Blue Light
In case you care — thoughI doubt you will — I want to sayI forgot what I wanted toGoogle when I woke upthis morning. I’d lain awakea few times last nightobsessively wondering but notwanting to expose my eyesto blue light. I awokethis morning, tired and sore,kept up by my mindas usual wanting to know,when learning…
On Seeing Cezanne’s “Pines and Rocks”
branches fracture sky
Weekend Commute
the wind dies arounda corner where you could light your cigarette withoutthat newspaper, wet,minutes before the trainadvances toward uswith a wave of sprayand we all hatchinto our positionsand hold them, as rockskeep their shape withthe smallestfidgets untiljust after our arrival
November Rain
“No one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today.” – Guns n’ Roses A sad song, perhaps, this,that dapples sidewalks with,in each stroke of rain,leaves, yellow devils,to menace usamong the few fallengreen too early. Each leaf (or more) tumblesinto their soft scatterof paper voicesfrom treetops, down shinglesamong the still-spry clover,and over vermillion bricksin a late chorus…
ArtRoot Writer-In-Residence 