Category: Past

tandem bikes

2/20/2017

i tried to ride a bike
Like I rhode you
In the dark
Pitch black
Searching for shades of blue
But like bikes
I never learned
A few miles before the wheel turned
Out of control
Fuck a break
you put your foot down no

I still wish
we would've
Stayed on
We had places to go
but, i guess
Uncharted landscapes
By tandem bicycles
Were never meant to be seen

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counting sleep

2/18/2017

7 days, 7 nights I spent Hibernating
for 7 days and 7 nights
My eyes were either closed or wet
Reality was the enemy from which I hid
Cloaked in sleep
Reality came with shackles
Shackles I slipped out of
When I slipped into sleep

Unwavering freedom lies in the land of dreams
Slumber soothed me
Placed my soul at ease
But upon awakening
Reality would shake me
Scaring me back to the comfort of my dreams
Frightened I closed my eyes
attempting to escape this space

but life too is but a dream
a dream my fears had turned into a nightmare
a pinch to the arm
revealed the illusion
the demons i cast to scare myself into safety
were unmasked

and only then was i able to rise from my slumber
free to truly dream

ornaments

2/6/2017

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Are we full yet?
Have we been filled to the brim,
With the rotting corpses of black bodies,
Whose lives were sucked from them,
By authoritative hands?
Has the last sneaker been lodged in our throats,
Or is it more we we can stand?

How many times does white supremacy,
Have to make itself evident before we believe it?
Maybe when white women and children,
Pull out the picnic baskets from their attics,
To sit beneath motionless black bodies,
Swaying from trees like ornaments,
As The scent of strange fruit cleanses their palettes.
When viral videos return to postcards we will see.

Then we will understand.
Revolution is sometimes written in the permanent ink of blood.
We have shared our due for far too long.
I'm talking Action
Marching is nice but it's passive
Spreading the word is good
But we need more to happen
Everyone waiting for the first person to move
That first person may have to be you

It's time for them to catch up.
They don't know pain.
Soulless people can't feel
But their pockets hurt
Do not finance the oppressors
And watch them burn.

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invisible man

2/6/2017

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I find myself in your clothes
As if wearing your scent
Feels nearly as good
As you wearing me

There's fun in pretending
Living in the spaces
You once occupied
is as close as I'll come
To the fabrication of what was
Making homes out of the clothes you housed
feels empty
Even with me inside
Cold
Even with the warmth of its weight

It always was
Cold
And
Empty
Loving you my invisible man

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barf

2/6/2017

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He coated despair in candy
He said I was his best friend
Leaving My tummy churning, turning, upset
Repelling the acid boiling inside of it
Projecting the bile to the back of my throat
My mouth waters
Awaiting the grand exit of graveyard food

It won't settle
I have stuffed my gums with bites I couldn't chew
Closed my eyes
Swallowed it whole, like I swallowed you
I assumed My stomach could handle the feud
but soon I learned
I was cooning for the King's Fool

As I kept swallowing pushing back
The Inevitable flood
That would carry the bile back up
It's hard not to face What we upchuck.

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licking wounds

2/6/2017

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The embers spewed from your mouth
Burned holes in my skin
Scathing, etching pain into my flesh

I have grown numb to the shock, still
I kiss the scars every night before bed

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tandem bikes

counting sleep

ornaments

invisible man

barf

licking wounds

The embers spewed from your mouth​Burned holes in my skinScathing, etching pain into my flesh​I have grown numb to the shock, stillI kiss the scars every night before bed

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The embers spewed from your mouth
Burned holes in my skin
Scathing, etching pain into my flesh

I have grown numb to the shock, still
I kiss the scars every night before bed