When I told you I hated you ( Read more... )

Lately I feel like I'm losing myself. I don't dance anymore. I don't act anymore. I don't write poetry anymore.  I don't preform my poetry. I don't preform at all anymore. I don't party anymore. I rarely drink anymore. i don't draw anymore. I don't paint anymore. I don't sew anymore. I rarely smoke anymore. Not that all of these are bad things to ( Read more... )

I think there becomes a time when you become too old for dreaming ( Read more... )

for it being National Poetry Writing Month I haven't written a damn thing. Hell, I haven't written a damn thing in forever. It sucks. I miss being surrounded by poetry, by art, by theatre, by dance, by passion, by devotion, by true emotions. I knew moving back to Memphis was going to be different. It always is. I always sacrifice here but I never ( Read more... )

Never had she wanted to explore ( Read more... )

Hoping you’d hold her she starved herself ( Read more... )

I seem to write about death a lot. that's because it's always around me. I'm scared I'm going to run out of friends soon.

RIP Kyle. You'll never know how much you're going to be missed.

P.S I'm still scared of bikes and think I'll always be. And I know I still owe you drunk dinner.

The miracle of birth went unnoticed in this room ( Read more... )

He didn’t hug me when he got off the plane that day ( Read more... )

Today I watched one of my really good friends bury his 15 month old daughter ( Read more... )