Kindling tops mirrored in the magnificent glass. Desolate landscape — You have arrived at a place where dreams are made. A fire in the air, incandescent ideas. Letters slipping beyond my reaches — Creak, crack, bridges breaking. A shattered soul clinking, “I am Silence, surveying the clouds; the sun again, I think.” School-shoe black hair Towering over the trees Puffing all the autumn leaves askew Dust melts into my lungs I dropped down and down…
Looking at my mirror, I see my cracked reflection and I wonder is that how you see me A broken view that, no matter how much you try to fix, the crack is always there Am I the ashes of the vision you had of me, burned to a crisp by the revelation of who and what I truly am Am I the paper crumpled by the truth and even if we work to smooth…
when thoughts transcend space and becomes memories in time I stay frozenly enticed, beached on land whale weight sunken waited for her to come Alive come alight despite the lack of light voluptuously she was packed tight like completed check list pieces of her puzzle came as one I became witness to this frantic Stela evolution standing there watching her in resemblance to molecular clouds transformed into a form from collapsing clouds of gas and…
I drip in melanin My skin is my oxygen I’m a different type of specimen You can call me African Crucified about my race Unity covered in a sweet taste It’s called African love not hate A bond that I hold onto and appreciate My ethnicity will always work its magic Even though it is defined as tragic It tells people that I’m so called ‘ratchet’ But instead I’m actually nostalgic. I could be experiencing…
A soulful spirit covered in a mesmerizing body was once born Destined to live, smile, grow and eventually we’ll all mourn Her body lives but her spirit is non-existent The people that she needed most were always at a distant Through the walls that were put up, she was in distress Nobody cared, it was society she always had to impress Behind the mask of her persuasive smile Death remained to be her domicile Hoping…
Abomination They call me Witchcraft They call it Sinner They say Possessed Others believe But where is the fault in loving someone? Show me the pain it brings. Show me what it takes away from you To see me happy, Overjoyed with butterflies in my stomach. To see her hold, Gently like a precious priceless stone. To see her embrace me, Through the good and the bad. To see her love me, For who I…
Her eyes, both of them, but not all of them. Speckled around the sun burst. Secondary, the sky. It wanted to be grey but couldn’t with her around. Before that the ocean, capped in white Not safe to be in, but we did it anyway. Your eyes, too Sometimes. Only when you’re happy. -Lisa Jones
You do not have to be good Let the ice cream drip From the corners of your lips Do not blink at the way They watch you Lean in to the bench Legs open Slouched You do not have to be good Spit if you have to Ice cream can bring up Things better not left inside. Lick the cone Mouth wide, tongue out Drag its paste and Roll your eyes back You do not…
For Palestine Tell me – you wanted to make a statement? Those headlines. We heard you loud and clear Elucidate – you sought to threaten your enemy? Their ashen faces. No doubt you inspired fear Candles snuffed before their time The lives you swept away like dust And broken people you left behind To face a world they cannot trust Do the ends justify your means? Is it all for a higher cause? Are you…
Her smile is soft and well-composed All her features carefully dignified Clear eyes meet yours as she speaks Betraying nothing of what lies behind And then her poise dissolves in a laugh Unvetted her words are quick and free For a moment you marvel at the glow Before she realises what you can see The gentle smile slides back into place As the tiger becomes a placid fawn She douses the scintillating light And swiftly…