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Unrequited Romantic Affections
I have never had a romantic relationship. I am 28, and I feel sad. At this moment, much like many moments I have and have not yet lived past, my awareness that I lack reciprocated romantic affection is clawing underneath my chest, over my beating heart. The reassurances proffered to me, time and again; you're smart, you're handsome, you're so cute ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell
Yeah, I do. Unless you knew me when I first began my journal or if I've met you through my journal, I don't think anyone knows. -
Trudging A Long
The past month has been amazing: I began modeling. I became the first Black male server in the hotel restaurant. (Keep in mind it is only 2011 in South Carolina.) [Update 3.10.2011: I was not the first Black male server. I may, in fact, be the second or third.] I have begun writing my readmission statement for my readmission application to Xavier ( Read more... ) -
Hours in a Day
My sleeping rhythm has shifted. It's 3:09 in the morning, and I feel like it hasn't past midnight. I find myself getting on average 5-6 hours of sleep, then dozing off or just feeling sleepy during my day. I have to regain normalcy for myself. I have to make time to be with more people, should I find myself unable to return to school this year as I ( Read more... ) -
I've Been Lying More Lately
I'm honest with myself, but I lie so much, so often to everyone else I feel I'm becoming a hypocrite. Everyone says good morning because it is polite or their morning is indeed a good morning. I choose not to say good morning, more often than not, because my days generally are not good days. Since Hurricane Katrina, I tend just to move through each ( Read more... ) -
DAMN!!! Ten Minutes
It's ten minutes after midnight. I can't drink the last of the wine in my glass. I'm only allowed to drink on the 14th of each month this year, as my New Year's resolution dictates. -
What if I Counted the Ways?
1. I cooked a favorite meal for you and asked to rub your feet. You shot me down... but massaged my calves ( Read more... ) -
Dear Secret Admirer,
Someday, so ( Read more... ) -
I Am Willing
I am willing. To accept this love
, quenching without, I take
my hand in my hand
. I hold me there, in
silence, in the sunlight, at the foot of this
mattress on the floor; and,
I love my self.A short piece that could be a prose poem, I am finding myself inspired to write again, not simply wanting to write. Perhaps, I am simply on hiatus from Houston ( Read more... )