Klyde Khalil Walker
I am an author/freelance writer out of western Massachusetts that enjoys writing poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. Hope you enjoy my work! :)
Are we all just walking super computers? Thoughts invade our mind at speeds we can no longer dream to comprehend, creating robotic movements
Random Rhymes #3
Live life and love deeper, I try with mankind to go seek her. Love her like a brother, hold her like a mother, Lay her down late at night and f*** her.
Random Rhymes #2
I want to bleed, I want to say that everything will be okay but sirens scream and plant the seed of everybody's worst domain.
"Malls are great places to shop," she said. "You can find everything you need under one roof." Tanya remembered that day like it was yesterday, walking around the gargantuan building stuffed with expensive and recognizable name brand stores that just never seemed to end. She was about six at the time, still holding her mother's hand unashamed and unwilling to let go. Despite her mother's great fascination and outright joy about shopping malls, the brunette was incredibly uneasy about going to them. All of these strangers around her, carrying those big bags; it just left the little girl with an uneasy stomach.
Random Rhymes #1
Stop it, read it, clock it, Done deal with a rat's spiel, that's a new reel on your locket. Your locket, my lock-it. Done lost the key,
Eyes open wide, he looks up at her face. Smiles for a second and the world stops and lets the mobile continue to spin. Wrapped in a cloth as soft as the last baby, this baby
Tough Love: How a Soldier's Advice Led to a Military Decision
My mom took the oath of enlistment at the age of 17. Just before she had retired at the age of 43, at the rank of Sergeant First Class — an E-7 in the Army — she decided to have a conversation with me after school, one that she would repeat time after time again — especially when I became a part of my high school's MCJROTC program. She told me that if I ever joined the Army like she did, I would regret it; more specifically, she said she would beat my ass. But why the negative reaction? Everyone in my family had expected me to follow in her footsteps and join, maybe even be a part of the Signal Corps like she was. But no: Sergeant Walker would not have it. "My child? Join the Army," she'd declare. "Over my dead body."
He Can't Read God
Closet door left ajar in the room he slept in yesterday. Glasses smudged w/ the fingerprints of exhaustion, settling on