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Featured Post: Brown Boys

Brown boys love the sun and playing in the mud. Brown boys love freedom, fun, and food. Brown boys are beautiful, and the curls on their heads are lovingly tended by their mamas. Brown boys are greased and washed. Brown boys are bundled and laid down to rest. Brown boys

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All by my lonesome

The silence is louder than usual The couch sinks me into the abyss I lay in the stillness of it all The TV and my pants remain off and scattered The glass of cherry wine fills itself and floats over The stress consumed over the course of the day oozes

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A Grateful Day

The air fills my lungs While the trees do their dance My son giggles While I make pancakes on the stove The phone rings with a call from my lovely mother While the sun shines rays through the windows My husband's hand gently graces my back While I

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You are not a burden

It’s gloomy in her room and she sits in silence. The light shining in her room from the flickering pumpkin lamp and flashes of lighting from the window. It’s raining which she likes yet only when she’s sleeping. When she’s awake she minds the rain only

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Staring at the ceiling

My body is restless. I can feel the rush of adrenaline filling each finger tip down to the socks I am not wearing. As I drive home, my brain races through all the thoughts and feelings I carried through my shift at work. I think of how it all started

Closer than a brother

One man Wrestled with God I wrestle everyday My mind tells me it’s with God My soul telling me the truth I do not fight with God For I love God I wrestle with a Foe A foe after my own telling soul Days come where I shiver and

Tis Justice

Does the world harbor revenge Does justice flow through the world in due time Does the universe work to do right Or is suffering just that Are times just hard Do we suffer because we are supposed to Should this bring solace Should I rejoice as if I have done

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No end in sight

Hey everyone, this is a story I wrote a while back that I thought I might share but a little warning before reading this story.It is a bit graphic and I wanted to put a trigger warning on it for sexual violence and just tell everyone it is a

Prayer

I prayed for you I prayed for you not to go to hell Every night I would get on my knees And pray Pray that the lord would save your soul That God would protect you From yourself That god wouldn’t hear your words That god wouldn’t know

Drift

it’s okay if we drift it’s okay if you find solace in new places it's okay if we are apart it's okay because it's not new we've done this before ventured off on our own to the unknown taken the

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Black is beautiful

You’ve claimed me for a while now Well since birth Acknowledging me and making me acknowledge you Learning to love you  Loving you now but not then Fighting the long fight  And winning While it may look lovely on me there are things about you I still can’t

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Blurred vision

You look different  Not in the way I pictured you to be I pictured a relatively thin woman A woman who could hide behind a dress tighter than her skin A woman whose stomach was there but laid a bit flatter I saw you as someone I could possibly love

Tears for Emily

Do you know why they call it short-lived? It's not the obvious meaning of only here for a little while. No, not at all. To me, and what should be everybody, it means living fluidly because life does not give you a mountain of time. You will be

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New Beginnings

I spring to life Juggling happiness and smiles Loving the way it feels To be  To be  To be good Good like the sun coming up every day Good like the love a mother has for her child Good like the way the stickers peel off easily off my laptop

Not I but You

he's so lovely his eyes are my favorite part of him his eyes are filled with deep meanings I will never get to know but I want to know I want to traverse the thick forests of his mind I catch glimpses between the trees but there are

If You Can Remember

Counting to 10 You start at the lowest number  1  0 if you’re feeling funky It starts at 1  And it goes to 2 And eventually you reach 5 But what happens when you can’t remember 5 what happens when everyone else can remember 12345  and you only

Poetry

I enjoy taking the unexplainable and explaining it From my clutter filled mind into fancy words like beautiful dandelions on the wind they dance on paper or screen looking serene looking so magnificent they piece together so perfectly yes iridescently full of life in lettered words I enjoy the peace

M.D.B

Do you know how lovely you are Do you truly know how lovely you are how completely handsome you are How your inner and outer beauty bless my eyes Bringing them to tears of bliss How your warms hands embrace me like angel kisses Heavenly How your lovely laugh rings

Flesh

Where I am weak you are stronger But I am weak because of you You hold me and tear me apart  Taking my thoughts and holding them close to your chest My chest rising and falling but feeling as if I’m falling Taking everything I am and stand in

Rèv

There are things I hope for  No Things I long for  Things I want more than I want the shoes on my feet More than I want food in my gullet  I want these things to come to me To belong to me and only me To live among these

Ours Alone

You must know what You preach You must know the insides of my heart You must know how to conquer the hills and defeat the giants what You do not know is the innards of my soul how I long for my sweet child how I long for the love

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Compartmentalize

I'm falling apart Im screaming for help while sitting silently Sitting silently by pinching my hands Pinching my hands for some type of release Release from the blades of thought scraping my mind My mind heavy and pounding the doors of my skull My skull keeping the brain’

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Elementary School

180 days of pure joy From the color filled classrooms To the swings that squeak a little too loud The purest joy seeps from me Moving me past the guidance counselor to my peers Asking them if this is normal  Instead of adults Playing with my dolls  Leading me into

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My maybe baby

You never were and you may be I don’t think too hard about you because I don’t know if I should Unbaren  Undeniable  Every month I flow  Every month I smile then frown I don’t want you just as much as I do How do I keep