opening the mind and heart through poetry
trapped with a salvaged map, trucking through catacombs lit white as bone with flames that maimed bloodlines sacred rhymes made claim as the only holy domain he walks over floors worn scorned walls caked, torn and bubbled as the ceiling crumbles rubble pacing down rumbling tunnels paranoid the thunder of stampeding those roaming freely... Continue Reading →
My mother's hand would clasp around mine, grasping the pencil, tracing the letters, I learned the art of word structure through my mother's insistence. And her persistence was critical, for reasons I did not know until I found myself craving the crisp landscape of paper, with an ink pen as my wand, I drafted spells... Continue Reading →
follow to really be in the know tag if you're down for the cause like for the money to flow your way share to keep the demons at bay comment for a chance to win happiness subscribe to help the unfortunate send a text to bring world peace honk if you smell bullshit - B.... Continue Reading →
... it's time to play. As writers trying to manifest abundance with our gifts, we often forget to have fun. We get caught up with our inner critics, feel the weight of kin's gifts and get discouraged, push so hard we exhaust ourselves become creatively arrested or forget that our gifts are unique to the... Continue Reading →
-Vital- am I existing without truly being? please allow me to breathe - B. Brown
no, you ain't seen me on your screen in a while, I've been busy trying to cop a pile for a while now and it's not that you haven't been on my mind, it's just that peace is so hard to find when you can't think and you can't breathe, smothered by others personalities baby,... Continue Reading →
If you are in the darkness, If the shadow is present, Breathe. Remember You are held always In all ways. Remember love is stronger Than any foe. Remember love By focusing everything you have On that feeling. Love. What does it feel like? Not to dismiss the pain But to see there is an Eb […]... Continue Reading →
she never had anything good to say about her mother until she needed help I know a man who still resents his mother for abandoning him when he was young there was another who said she never wanted to see her mother again a pair like to punish their mothers by withholding their children and... Continue Reading →
there was a tether tugged from behind me awareness hooked and sliding through a crack in my spine I turned and he was already looking at me from feet and feet away yet somehow the distance closed with that one glimpse of anonymous need... two empaths crossing paths in an under-dressed fortuity until he ended... Continue Reading →
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