Jada Ferguson

Joined January 2021

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A Life and Death Source Called
Summoned to the blues Suckling at dexterity Tasting other worlds
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Poets
I've seen it all
All Every bit of a thing the pebble to the caterpillar the candy bar rapper to the ant who lost its' colony - All the bits of the things
By Jada Ferguson3 months ago in Poets
True Crime
Fiction quivers at reality's cruelty, the monsters are all real.
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
Autumn Passing
Steps into my palm Stains the lines with vibrancy Fingers spread, it falls
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
Fall
Somersault in air, travel size magic carpet, blanket the cement.
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
Live Life as Epically as a Leaf
Green at birth. Expose you to light, air, and the world to unveil hues.
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
Fall Insulation
Colors warm you more than the sun. Nature quilting a mosaic roof.
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
The Ants, A Bee, and Me
Sauntering into the yard listlessly Eyes studying the ground Trying to recollect what it used to be My memory proving to be in deficit
By Jada Ferguson4 months ago in Poets
A walk to and over the Bridge, Lenny Kravitz, Sinners for 3rd time, A Walk back over the Bridge and home
Belting songs from a battered iPod touch While speed walking down Broadway To see Sinners for the 3rd time Traffic halted my pace
By Jada Ferguson5 months ago in Poets
Aging Out
The act of fading from existence Plays out in stages Happening around the thing - Washing out its vibrancy Depreciating its value
By Jada Ferguson5 months ago in Poets
A Natural Remedy. Runner-Up in Light Breaks Water Challenge.
The sun is all powerful- And it strikes over and through the coarseness of my afro- The burning star hovers over hair that bears the soul-
By Jada Ferguson6 months ago in Poets
My Therapist Says I'm Depressed. Runner-Up in I Wrote This Challenge. Content Warning.
I have an unwavering feeling that I'm watching myself die. Everyday, everything and everyone I love are taking a step away from me at 12 p.m. (the time the sun rises for me). These fragments of my being are deserting me like a Polaroid photo losing faces.
By Jada Ferguson7 months ago in Writers