I enjoy writing. Writing enjoys me. We’ve got a mutual thang going on...
act I mind, heart, set ablaze. play with fire you get burned for her, I’d greet flames act II from a seed we sprout love, rooted deep as redwoods
By Jean-Emmanuelabout a year ago in Poets
In the sky so high You must tower, not cower Brave the storm and climb
There was once a place where it all ceased, the decibel elevation. Matrimony turned sour relegated the boy to take shelter
By Jean-Emmanuel2 years ago in Poets
i have a disdain for gps and maps especially when it comes to familial pirate's treasure i know exactly where it’s buried
Every part of my body yearns for it. After many years of strenuous world exposure, I desire it. Physically and emotionally tired due to riotous action,
This world-negativity= what? I don’t have enough life experience to come to a final conclusion And so the equation remains adorned with cobwebs.
As the time ticks I’m taken back The roar of the disenchanted is my Delorean Transported to a world in which it seems we’re running out of time
uncle paul told me numerous times, “BE PREPARED. LIFE DOESN’T COME WITH A SCRIPT.” I didn’t listen. “What does he know, he’s just an out of touch movie actor with some tasty salad dressing”
My favorite shade of red is the one I see most frequently It’s the one I see when I’m to sweep up the confetti It pulsates with a vibrant burgundy hue
Cursed with the gift of melanin in this world I must wander Unsure of what’s to come, I walk as I ponder. I pass a school of children pleading for their lives,