I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
There is a permanency in death— There is no escaping from that reality. You will not wake from a dream, or simply switch on a light...
By Saroyan Coles5 years ago in Poets
Juju is a force to be reckoned with as timeless as the Indus River- Like a current, rushes through his veins May our minds meet
The heartland, is in his bones agriculture, his first love! He calls the sunflower state home. As he works to unearth,
Mrs. Mars has a whole solar-system Inked- Into her inner arm INTERSTELLAR Her eyes beautifully blue as a butterfly. Mrs. Mars’ fine hair,
Triangulate a prosperous future- No longer romantic entanglements With fuck boys IMMUNE to being used. Intimacy, refuses to warm
I let out steam, like the top of a pressure cooker. My thoughts salivate, as If, I am a fresh rack of ribs, left to marinate.
How lonely are you? Whispered the boogeyman under my bed... Strumming, TAPPING my spinal chord like a xylophone I feel loss, deep within my bones
Woman of twenty-three lost her pregnancy glow, As her water broke, With three more months to go. Mrs. Glass-Smith, gave birth
To the person, I thought I was I am sorry, for the times of disrespect The nights, I curse under my breathe Countless, wishes to be someone else
When you come down, from anxiety The surge of energy, That makes you’re heart do cardio You’re brain turns, into its own personal podcast radio
Just as a lioness has a pride, A group of females Strategizes and hunts with, for life Female , Homo sapiens Takes pride in having friends
Dear future mother in law, You brought up the man, I love, by hand You’re heart, the first rhythm, he hears You’re arms,
