for the ones who believe love is lost in the fields of dead roses, somewhere far beyond unspoken romance and chilled nights – do not cry. there has been a soul cremated from the purest of hearts with your name engraved down it’s spine. like shooting stars against a lonely sky, your love will adorn […]
Author Archives: Luther Hughes
Dear Dad, Your love is like second hand smoke, making it’s way into the chambers of my body, your touch is indirect. When I hear your voice, it’s like cigarettes are burning through the atmosphere, something like pollution. My fingers begin turning black from the constant let downs, I want you to hug me. Cover […]
Hey! I know I haven’t been writing poetry as much, but let me tell you guys why. That’s right.. I am reading The Big Sea by Langston Hughes. And normally, when I read a book I don’t like to write too much of anything, because I am afraid to start writing like them. (However, being […]
please, tell me what it feels like to be outside of his grace – i need his grace. father, never leave my side. i crave your tenderness – i need his tenderness. father, i am lost without words. guarded without thought. your love feeds my insides like temptation on lonely nights – love me. love […]
My hands shake with joy That love will make me a home Someday, I’ll thank it. -morning haiku by lj hughes
i am afraid of the future. the light at the end of the tunnel, it frightens me – makes me shake, makes me wonder what my face will resemble in the years to come. what will i smell like? i imagine the fresh fragrance of raindrops condensating on my skin – i’ll shiver, because i […]
i would have never thought writing, literature, poetry, fiction, etc., would be such an influence on my life. if i were to look back, say four years, i would have never thought to pursue writing. all i knew was, i loved to write. and that’s all i ever did (besides dancing, of course). but, i […]
if i knew being black was a crime, i would have bleached my skin with ignorance. decolored every ounce of my ancestors painted across my face – i’d bury them deep beneath my white bones like i was saving them for when winter passes – when winter passes i’ll know what it feels like to […]
please don’t confuse this with poetry, this is not poetry – but a simple outburst. a cry of some sort, but not an actual cry – it seems my mind does not understand my mind. i’ll see my eyes but not know it as my eyes. and i’ll witness love but not know it is […]
when i shout to the heavens i always hoped something or someone would shout back. i don’t know, maybe one day i’ll fly up there. spread my boney wings and make use of my time up there. ill play tag with the angels, too. chase them through miles of prayers rising up into the sky. […]
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