Turns out… I haven’t started my journal yet. I know, I know.. I was so excited about it. But, do you know how hard it is to find a college ruled comp. notebook..? Well, if you don’t know just know this – it’s hard! And I probably should just get a regular notebook, right? Wrong! I […]
Tag Archives: life
as dark as the clouds may get, it will never know what it feels like to black – to be black is to have the shades of africa sown into the creases of your hands like mount kilimanjaro was at your fingertips. like our arms were the bridges over troubled seas – we were troubled […]
can you tell them i never gave up? tell them that even though depression fluttered like black butterflies in my eyes, i kept going. i was a force of wind. flowing gentle enough to wipe away tears, but strong enough to pick you up when you’re down. like firecrackers on the fourth of july, tell […]
you are beautiful. a dancing beam of light, far off in the highlights of my mind. i enjoy the shape of your words as they flow into my presence – it’s like your name is a present. love me. like our lips were colored with the same song – a wonderful harmony played in the […]
they treat me like crap. and i don’t know if it’s because my hair isn’t straight enough for them. or maybe it’s because my skin is too brown. one time, i thought it was because the circumference of my lips were too big. i talked different, too. let the “er” of my words slide off […]
i know what it feels like to be haunted. to have your heart beat to the rhythm of death – like death was the only tune my fingers knew how to play. gunshots chained my freedom like fatherless men behind steel bars. it seems like niggas would rather split souls than spit bars – like […]
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 […]
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 […]
poetryland 