The Meadow

Tonight, she danced with the rain the summers wind and the flowers.   Once upon a time as the rain fell against her window So did her resolve So  did her walls. With the pitter patter of the rain outpoured her emotions outpoured her tears grief and pain. It would start off as a drizzle…

Black Streaks of History

From this height I can see the black they tried to restore it, but it will never be the same. You see the streaks of the pre and during cold nights war heart once white painted black then painted over in the hopes to forget yet, at night it still cries black. Dripping through the…

Your Favorite

  You complained about being hungry so, I got down on my knees and served you. I gave you a plate full of my thoughts I served all of myself on a plate for you to be consumed and savored by your wicked tongue and greedy fingers. I made sure to lather myself in your…

Poetry Is My Favorite Language

If I had to describe my style of poetry I would describe it just that, my poetry. Gabriela-esque style of poetry. Tonight I sat down and really read Audre Lorde’s Interview with Adrienne Rich, and it moved me more than I could’ve imagined. For so long I would go to my best friend and explain…