An aspiring writer and journalist looking to motivate people through my writing and poetry
Crimson is the color that I wish defined me I love the diversity that symbolizes red, Life and death both come to the mind when
A Hopeless Blog, A 100 day of Writing
A hundred days of writing: a personnel blog with a desire to write. I promised myself that once I got my apartment and became settled, I would dedicate myself full time to my writing. Since I got my apartment just before National poetry month, I found the perfect time to start writing. As a writer and a poet, I have this free time and the monkey off my back to write consistently. Therefore, here is day one of my 100-day blog. I’ll start them off with a poem, then lead off into ways I challenge myself to become better as a human being all the while logging my daily journeys.
Black In Business
Growing up I didn't get to see many black creators. Especially from the place that I came. As a Creator this was disappointing. Because I didn't have any real influence to aspire to or want to model my life around. Plus, I fell into (like many other people in my vicinity) the trap of going to school in assimilating into industrial capitalism. As a creator my whole life, this path destroyed my desire to do things. I wasn't one design for a 9-5 or to work as an industry worker. To be assigned and complete tasks by a corporation. I’m a creator, and Innovator, someone who worked at his own pace. I’m someone who created his own lane and was his own boss. So it was amazing for me to discover a creator in college that was closest to me.
That one Poetry Contest
This little black book in my hands is the key to All of My Success. Deep within the confines of this tethered papyrus are poems that express the darkest crevasses of my soul. And they will all be relinquished today at this poetry contest. For weeks, I've rehearsed and practiced all of the dark ideas that have ravaged through my membrane. Thinking of which one I should open up the world 2. See today I'm entering a poetry contest worth $20,000. I usually just read my poetry out loud to people and you know a lot of people have told me that I'm pretty good at it. Therefore I want to try something different, something big, get my name out there.
Virgo, The Critical Mind
I have a love-hate relationship with the character traits of my star sign. Virgo, the virgin. The Perfectionist. The giver. The mind of a silent internal killer. Over analytic, always seeking praise to avoid the demon in the head everything. Oh, how I love the drive that comes with my sign. But how I loathe the never-ending critiques of everything that doesn't shine the brightest in my eyes.
A Generous Entanglement
I've always been know as someone who's been giving. I give so much that I forget what it means to recieve. That, or, I don't know what to do when i recieve. I'm usually immersed with joy or confused thinking of all of the worst possible outcomes that could arise from me recieving something good.
Writing my first book
I remember the feelings of doubt creeping in. the constant fear of my words not resonating with others or even connecting in any way shape or form.
Crashing into Life Part.1
A conversation about me crashing based off my own anxiety I’m never at ease, always in a hurry, anxious, uptight almost. Consistently thinking and at times that thought process can cause crashes almost instantly.