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It Didn't Matter
It didn’t really matter that her house was a half-mile away from the school, or that I lived another quarter-mile away from her house in the other direction…meaning I passed my house about halfway through walking to hers. I loved walking Maya home. Hell, I loved walking her to her locker, to her classes, to lunch. If it didn’t seem ( Read more... ) -
Hamlet: The Deleted Scene
Hamlet V Scene I
Enter two Sentinels.
First Sentinel : It’s quiet tonight; methinks we stand sentry over naught but biting wind and chilly waves. A man might have-
Second Sentinel: Look! There’s a sail!
First Sentinel: Aye, prow to break the waves and event to break our
boredom.
Second Sentinel [aside]: And a comma to break your words, poet.1
First ( Read more... ) -
The Mind of Hannibal Kyle
No one gives a damn about Kyle. Not yet, anyway. No one even knows my first name; I buried it along with my worthless fake parents. Fake parents--I've always called them that, always ben totally sure that they were never my real parents. Especially since my hair is red, and both of them had brown hair. Especially since I have poweres, and they ( Read more... ) -
Euphony of a Tuneless Song
Bald-headed redneck
In a jacket of dirty specks
Sticks out among the crows in their rows
A gang of pests gone unchecked
I’m the redneck, outcast elect
Best known for my bare head and long neck
The black-feathered messengers of Hades hate me
So I’m crushed on the lowest branches beneath the rest
But the pressure just makes me stronger than the best
Giant ( Read more... ) -
This Cheek
This cheek I kiss
has its own message
for this cheek is no lip
My affections merely dipped
into a wishing fountain that doesn't give back
For, inevitably, she
turns this cheek to me
but doesn't kiss back
"Baby, I love, you, but not like that."
It's okay. I survive.
I just take my liberties
This thigh, these cheeks, I caress as I please
All the time knowing
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Ovaltine
Kinda chocolatey....
in a weak, perverse way
if trying to satiate a penchant for Blackness
with an image that's pitifully fake
trying to be a thug
for no other reason than because
you don't think there's anything else
a young Black man can be.
It's almost chocolate.
yeah, you almost Black
all you need are overpriced shoes
to match your cheap wave cap
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Writer's Block: My Userpics
I'm pretty sure my first icon is still up, this woven picture of an African spearman. I just loved the colors in it, and the effort and skill it took to make it. -
Tell It Like It Is
Okay, so I came to this site to try and write a story, and get some feedback on a couple poems. Eventually I stopped trying with the story (I never could get past character development), and then just stopped coming. I'm a poet, not a novelist; for the time being, I'll stick to poems. -
In It 2 Win It
Ever since high school, I been waitin ( Read more... ) -
Zero Casualties: Start Walkin'
Aaargh!--my pod crashes--Ow!--bounces--Eeyagh!--and bounces again. I waited for the boom, for the bubble of fire to engulf me and end the aching pain...but nothing happened. The flimsy ship had completely run out of fuel in mid-air. Now, there's just the aching pain...and bitter cold. For the first time in weeks, I shudder as the crooked hatch ( Read more... )