Most recently published stories in Poets.
I am Purple
I am a fresh bruise, mottled under skin and tender to the soft touch of a fingertip. I am painted by angry hands, by sharp edges, by painful accidents. I only exist where I should not be.
...beautiful lies you could live in.
Fate intervenes i see you only in my dreams is this my destiny chasing something illusory i bagan to doubt my senses and those empty promises
Drowning in Red
The yellow glow of morning creeps into my being A stretch, a toss, a tear My pessimism attacks me with fears of what the day will bring
The Sacred Arboretum
Sweet woodruff carpets the entryway as the spattering of trunks open into sacred space. The woodland clearing is tinted green from the sun waves piercing the canopy.
Low light, plum sky, the moon shown bright. Soft blue, a hue of trust built over time. Green grass lay wet beneath our feet in fright.
A Dream Come True
This one's for Hip hop and sushi Break dancin and Bruce Lee the Filipino DJ’s reppin Zulu nation Smokin loose leaf Wu tang and Mrs. Boggs, also known as Grace Lee
Puzzle Undone I frustratedly put together the border of the pink, purple and blue border of my puzzle I bought with pride when I realized the colors matched bi pride
Color The Colorless
I'm consumed by the thought of you this darkness sucks me in But what do I expect from my heart I buy my happiness in pills
Dear Brown Girl...Woosah!
Brown Face. Race. A race to run. A race to become. One. One of the many. Yet one of the few. In a race to make your wildest dreams come true.
Once colorblind now I see the colors that define. Well for starters my name means violet. Kinda like ultraviolet most of me is unseen by the naked eye. It takes special sight to see my spectrum. A certain frequency to ride my wave.
All my life I’ve wanted someone; Someone just like you. You’re all I ever needed. I just didn’t know until now. I want you with all my heart;
Love in life
I’m out the blue my sweet gentle hue no drama no problems I’m free no screws. Yes I knew there’s nothing else to do so I’ll just frolic the fields and nap in the bayou. There’s so much more love and support love ties us down with no remorse. Not forced but burned maybe lightly scorched my worlds a maze hay fields have burned. I miss the sun under it I’d run big yellow shimmery dazzling gaze I’m stunned. early morning fun forever rest in love eternity will wait for me to come.