Healing Is Art

All these writers are over here typing memes And I’m just like, Heyyy here’s my black and white words, they scream Without a fancy picture My words are an elixir to the broken as they heal I really like your meme though No doubt I’ma save that in my side dash folder ‘Cause you never…

Jams A Session

I’ll give you a song You give me a reason This is your station This is my jam! 6.14.14

Lay Here And Sentence In Your Blood

they say poets don’t die, tears from the inside live to write they bleed from the inside, they show their gain of pain through their words, ever killing what they purge 3.20.15

The Heart Of The Offering

I really don’t want another version of what’s been told before This heart offers more than what it bargained for Beautiful people who also generate words …my cup of tea My offering, of a well sought identity, my heart with wings 4.11.15

Eyes Are Going To Light Up Clever

Poets are this clever Does it surprise you? Oh no it doesn’t… Who is she who builds life purpose out of pain Recycled for the gain of insanity, whole humanity! Who is that girl who no longer knew comfort and friends? So fully frustrated So f*^$*ng broke Who left sane energy… Returning to one’s inner…

They Heal In Every Word Of Insanity

dimples and stiltskin a beat in my heart’s rim unconfined is a liberty a vital jolt of analogy a pure ridden of sanity a massive entailed majesty a monarch entitlement of what is real to me

Showfully Joy My Mind

you are paper in frame ~  ~ oil in the air ~ ~ a blessing to and from ~ a lightning bolt of sum

Cultural Art

Your greatness inspires me Your success is for all to seize Your brilliance fosters posterity Enabling truth to sincerely be

A Prophet’s Wake

Inwrapped in the emotions, entrapped in the covers. My dreams are meant for me to send you the information. Wild ink, set strength. A global assistant of high rank. An everyday recipient where sentiment meets sentence. Literature response was my dream. Beautiful conception, divine perfection, genius projection, I always down play my investments. I’m in a new logic recording words, bringing a new sensitivity of latent verbs. The pain of endless pleasure rocking me to sleep. It’s hard to wake…