The best-worse line ever used on me occurred in my senior year of high school. This boy followed me out of the building and asked, “On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight?” Never being in the mood for such antics, I retorted, “North Korea.” It wasn’t long into my adolescence … Continue reading Dating By Design
Month: October 2019
Hate
Hate looked me in the eye— and I gazed back at it. Fear hunted me from behind— and I longed to disappear from it. To this world I dwell in with Corruption, I stand on my Rock and scream, “Difference!” But still Hate watches, Fear still bites, and Evil lurks in my night. Of Light … Continue reading Hate
Alleyway
It’s dawn. At least, I think so. Light is faintly streaming downwards in that curious pastel hue that is concurrent with sunrise. The darkness of before shifts away to a fresher, newer realm. I sit up slowly, for I have awoken in what seems to be a dark cavern. Drawn to the light, I get … Continue reading Alleyway
Sophrosyne
Beyonce is the one who said it best. "Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse. Perfection is the disease of a nation. Pretty hurts, shine the light on whatever's worse. Tryna fix something but you can't fix what you can't see. It's the soul that needs the surgery." When I was a Confirmation Guide … Continue reading Sophrosyne
Goddess
I locked eyes with a goddess. Her hair was disheveled, her face imperfect. Brown roots grew into her golden tresses. Sweat gleamed on her body, pollups of white skin fell over her waistband. Her shirt was soaked, her stance shaky. But her eyes were determained, her power certain. Strong and female, beautiful and flawed. The … Continue reading Goddess
Primoridal
Primoridal sun, sinks into my flesh-- the ancient battle between life and death. The Earth breathes with a windy caress, and today we are one-- here in the wilderness. How delicate life can seem, when considering the frailty in a flower's dream. How dangerous life is, when standing close to an edge. Distant and cold … Continue reading Primoridal
Woe to the Girl
Woe to the girl, so smart and clever. I gave her the world, but she thought she could do better. Of pride and men she placed her bets. Eloi! How quickly she forgets. How many times must I teach her this lesson? I shall become the God of Job should she not listen. I will … Continue reading Woe to the Girl
Broken Boy
I tell you I love you because I fear you don't believe it. I tell you I love you because I fear you don't feel it. I tell you I love you because others have neglected you. I see something in you that can only be greatness. The devotion you have, while wounded, while bleeding, … Continue reading Broken Boy
Dei Gratia
Carved into my skin is a flower. A sunflower to be exact, cut in half to resemble the sun rising or lowering on the horizon. Carved into my skin is the Latin phrase, “Dei Gratia,” which roughly translates to “by the grace of God,” or more simply, “grace of God.” You might not know this, … Continue reading Dei Gratia
Eyes Are Wide
Eyes are wide coupled with the brisk breaths I'm taking. A horizon dawns-- with glistening peaks, and dark canyons. Yet, my soul marches on. Here's to where words may lead me, Here's to where words may fail. In ink and lead, they are intrepid.