Thoughts of a Dying Breed

Suffering

Oh, but like a dandelion, dancing in the wind,

The pieces of me are falling apart from within..

My mind can’t comprehend, as my soul begins to descend,

that my heart will befriend this melancholy ascend....

Oh, but like a dandelion, transcending in the wind,

like all things, this too will come to an end.

Moment of Silence

On days like this,

as I awake from a deep sleep,

so peaceful and reneving,

I lie in bed and think of nothing at all.

6 days of early mornings and late nights,

struggling just to pay the bills, helping with homework,

cooking, cleaning messes, and doing laundry

were all distant memories, trapped in the 

depths of a dream I never dreamt.

Today is a new day...

On this day,

I am refreshed, and my spirit is reborn.

With no knowledge or plans for the day, 

I will just lie here, eyes closed, beneath the warm rays

and gusts of wind brushing warm kisses across my cheek. 

Today is a good day...

On this day, 

the sounds of tiny footsteps and laughter between chewing 

make me smile and appreciative of all that I have. 

Hearing the joy in my childrens' voices

tells me they have all they need.

So I w...

Dear Diary...

The pain is becoming unbearable,
How can one live like this?
The only swan in this frozen pond,
My achy muscles start to clench.
I try to blind my mind's eye
As it tries to reminisce....
The family plans, holding hands,
Even the forehead kiss....
My heart begins to twist.
The making love, the way we were,
What was all of it?
So many lies and emotional rides,
Hidden beneath a foggy mist.
Like the story goes, now I know,
He's the wolf wearing sheepskin garments.
They say home is where the heart is.
Well, our hearts have no home
And now we coexist....
Theres no catch to this....
Make it make sense....

The Girl Forever Changed

My virginity was stolen, only darkness and pain remains. Taken deep into the night, by a stranger named Dewayne. My mind hydroplaned in acid rain on the day his bastard child came. I WAS ASHAMED...I grimace at my body, it will never be the same. Is it even mine? Is it he or I to blame? Memories surge through my body, exploding grenades into my veins. Like Novocaine for tooth pain, I medicate to remain sane. With my innocence washed away, now my cross bears his name. Trying to live with no regrets. Signed, the girl forever changed.

The Real World

Look at the backdrop.

Watch as the infant's eyes drift.

My soul weeps for you.

  *A haiku is a Japanese style of poetry consisting of seventeen syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world from love to nature.

Thoughts of a Dying Breed

I look up to the sky. God is that you? Is this the wrath that every Christian goes through? Being beaten til I'm bloody, black and blue? By the ones sent to protect and serve? Then left stranded to die on a curb? Is this the life God's planned for me? Is this my legacy???? I did jack that Impala last week.... Is this Karma out to get me? Is this meant to bring me to my knees? Is this a lesson being taught to my community? The ones who say *** the police? The kids who play in the streets? Everyone who looks like me??? Nah, this is an act of man. The ones who hate anything too tanned. The ones who scream “guilty!” at the stand. Without even givin a brotha a chance. As my heartbeat slows, my day turns to night at the blink of an eye...Graduation, marriage, family trips at the beach. If they had stopped beating me, it could all have been reached.

Little White Lies

Little white lies made me feel like I could fly. Like I was finally alive. Like true love had arrived. The high was so powerful, so amazing, so passionate with heat. Like smoking purple diesel rolled in a green swisher sweet. Like waiting at the peak of a roller-coaster, while holding on to your seat. This love would last forever, is what I told me. I longed for more, so more is what he gave. He took away the lies just so I'd behave. They were loyal to me, and I didn't turn my back. Like he was the dealer, and his lies were the crack. Little white lies made me paranoid, vulnerable, weak and afraid. But what more could I expect? This is the bed I had made. I listened to the lies. They were my favorite song. I danced to them, sang to them all day long. Little white lies played games with my heart. I was blinded in deceit.... I should've seen it from the start. Little white lies, my friends, my enemies. I try to escape you but you devour every bit ...