My Poetry

Sonnet 1: A Love Poem

Sonnet 1: A Love Poem I’m exactly what you said I would be. The sin, the stain, the blood, the pain, the wrath, the greed. I’m nothing more than you thought of me. I’m just like your nightmares, except I bleed.   My blood reeks of salty teardrops and hate. It reeks of soggy darkness… Continue reading Sonnet 1: A Love Poem

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Short Stories

Dollar Bills.

Heavenly wore a green thong on the stage each night. She loved the way it matched her eyes, gave her chocolate skin a glow, and signaled a green light for the men in the audience. But more importantly, she loved the way it matched her favorite thing–money, honey. And she made a lot of it.… Continue reading Dollar Bills.

Short Stories

Beyond the Face.

She injected the transaction with politeness and respect as the cashier scanned her large cookie, hot Cheetos, gummy bears, and liter of grape soda. That sweetness she was pinched for as a kid if she didn’t do is what ignited what the cashier said next. “Thank you,” she smiled, shamefully grabbing her bag of snacks.… Continue reading Beyond the Face.

Short Stories

Different Shades of Black.

He sat at the bar with his buddies, hovering over a watered-down shot of patron he’s been taking sips of all night. His friends were taking shot after shot after shot, but he was working on the same shot and bottle of beer all night. She didn’t like him to drink. She was supposed to… Continue reading Different Shades of Black.

Short Stories

Different Drugs.

He rolled over away from her, the thick and damp lint-invaded plaid fleece clinging to his naked, red, sweaty rolls. He liked to light a cigarette after their sessions to push the musty and personal smell of body parts out of the room. After the first anxious drag of the hot mesmerizing tobacco, his stomach… Continue reading Different Drugs.

My Poetry, Short Stories

Death and Decaying.

First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.

My Opinions

How Sausage Party is a Religious Film.

DISCLAIMER: Full of spoilers, so if you have not watched and plan on doing so (it is on Netflix) then stop here. I know I'm probably late to the party, the Sausage Party that is, but I actually found the movie to be quite thought-provoking. From the previews I thought it would just be a fun and… Continue reading How Sausage Party is a Religious Film.

Dialogues

A White Man and Black Man Walk into a Bar.

INT: Dimly lit rundown bar.   White guy: Nigger! Black guy: Cracker. White guy: Jungle bunny! Black guy: Hillbilly. White guy: Jigaboo! Black guy: Juggalo. White guy: Ape! Black guy: Peckerwood. White guy: Nig nog! Black guy: What are we even doing? White guy: You started it! Black guy: No, YOU started it when you… Continue reading A White Man and Black Man Walk into a Bar.

A Day In My Life

My Bucket List

Since time is such a fast runner and I can’t keep track of all of my desires in my cluttered mind, I felt it necessary for me to compile a list of all the things I aspire to achieve in my budding adulthood/life. As I complete them, I will go back and strike them off… Continue reading My Bucket List

A Day In My Life

Why I Write

I write for my stitched shut lips and my chain downed vocal chords that are not able to speak. I write because my diction is better than my dialect. I write because my author ego is better at telling my story than I am physically able to.   I started writing when I was in… Continue reading Why I Write