Dark clouds linger,

bloodshot eyes,

seeking permanence.

Tears falling—

an everyday occurrence,

seemingly now.

Dark clouds follow

every step taken,

feet leaving craters

from the load you carry,

whose weight

has ...

My heart is in a different place,

unfamiliar to this particular door,

but I stand firm while asking myself,

“what are you waiting for?”

With a peephole that peers through

my soul, it simply can’t be ignored,

as I step across its thr...

Dreams that have been dreamt

Once in a golden sunshine

Sparkling in a twilight

Glorious shown

Shone bright

In a pain now broken

Admist the everyday fight

Happiness

Faded in the plight

Gone now

Out of sight

Hold me like a cadence—

one that claims to whole on my

mind.

A pull so binding, we wouldn’t

regret what we left behind.

In the spaces between, our voices

carry light with every breath.

Let’s share a bond so seamless,

each exhal...

A LZ is a firebase or Landing Zone

the LZ I was on was called LZ Hard Times

up around An Khe Vietnam The LZ bout ten clicks

miles in the boonies from the big base camp which was 33

square miles its about one square mile circle 125 Infantrymen

Dont wanna hear nothin

bout trump good or bad

if you did not vote

Everyone seems to thinking

the same my vote dont

matter now look what you

got for a country

confusion illussions collusion

disater disorder

so it is by ac...

I see raindrops falling,

Droplets cascading down,

Saturating the windowpanes,

Which fog with every escaped breath.

Wonder fills my mind

As it races with thoughts.

The corrugated iron roof

Becomes a percussion instrument

Fall into my arms and let

yourself be like Autumn,

till the season passes slowly

stripping me of my veils.

May I be a bare branch in the

end—

locked in a winter that forgets

the world, but knows I shall

reveal no secrets.

Keep me wa...

A sweet serenade is your heart,

while I lay my head on your chest.

It livens me,

yet it lowers me into its depths,

allowing me to rest

—assured.

—JG ©2026

His light shined brightly

It was so bright that the only ones that could endure it was the ones that loved him and God himself

He was a king

From past to present

Love and pain

Excitement and despair it all rushed in

Not a care in...

Some things are better off unsaid

It always seems like the right time but the wrong moment to say things

Like this

Saying I love you seems so cliché

So, I just choose not to say it at all

Yet once again…here we are

Giving into te...

I’m sitting here on this bed wishing that I was all that you see

You’re telling me that you love me, but your actions aren’t saying the same

Tell me…does love still reside under this celling?

If I could make one wish it would be for you t...

how do we live?
being a middle class person
Living with little money
We don't care for money
As long as we have health
We will be okey
Yes people we know a lot of
Greedy people out there
Who would not give any money
To the church
Also th...

Kemymalia (K.)™ Pictures in association with Another K Production, LLC presents
Love American Style Series: Once Bitten Twice Fallen, a cinematic teaser crafted under the thematic pillar of DESIRES.

This episode explores the tension, hunger, a...

One Nation Under God, and the Pursuit of Happiness has been lost in this world we call society.

The world is slowly cruising to hell. Sinner’s flip of a coin landing on tails, fire pit one could only tell.

The Meek, paradise they shall seek. T...

(Poem Dedicated to Once Bitten Twice Fallen Novel)

ValenEmotionally Serenading Nay'Nina

Hypnotic, fiery, illuminating eyes

Silently prowling the mountaintops, the inclined hillsides

You called out to me, I came unto you

Tonight, I submit my...

I’m in love with a handsome vampire
Loving the fangs of his throbbing desire
He steals my emotions nightly, after suckling my emotions out of me so rightly, while he’s holding me so tightly
Sunlight comes, I’m only a primitive illusion of...

On bended knee,
Hands clasped together,
Nestled close to the chest,
Heart's rhythm felt,
Head bowed,
Eyes shut.

The silence,
Weighing a ton.

The heart speaks
To its Creator.
Words circulate
As the mind collects
Conversations
Meant...

We learned prophecy with cracked sidewalks and mama’s frying pan,
prayers folded under nylon grocery bags,
prophecies whispered between porch swings and the back of the bus.
The street named us: loud and leaning, nicknames stitched into denim,
our l...

We become
collectors,
archiving moments.

Experiences shared
become memories
to be recalled.
They become stories told.

Some become
tales of caution;
others become
badges we collect
of days long passed,
of youth long spent.

We col...