December 2011
27 posts
I used to have a lion’s mane. Now I rock my hair like a cropped black flame. I’m still a fire sign no matter which way you cut it.
There are so many things I do and don’t want to say in this poem.
The beauty of what u love.The audacity of why u love. The fragility of when u love. The glory of how u love. The singularity of who u love.
RT @ThaNubianPrince: “Jesus fully reflects humanity without distorting the divinity of God” Pastor King is saying it this morning.
I offered strangers caramel cookies and they took the cookies and then asked for nookie… Jerks.
I’m headed to Paris for the New Year. hahahaha suckers.
Why do my tattoos always completely heal in less than 48 hours? No swelling no scabbing no raising no redness. Skin made for ink.
What?!!!!! POPPING!! YOU MAD
They loving the crew…they loving the crew #therow
A song written by me. Composed by the gorgeously...
Glory be to God. Now and Forever.
Less than a month until our show!
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See Jasmine Mans, Alysia Harris, Miles Hodges, Carvens Lissaint and Joshua Bennett all on one stage. ANDDDD you get to meet the newest Strivers Row poet! January 13th, Le Poisson Rouge #getintoit
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http://t.co/VELzG3Kh New musings on love.
The dream I had about you
I’ve built dreams just for you.
My mind can be your escape for a while
when you get sick of runs to the corner store
of luncheon proposals and the typical one glass of chardonnay
end to the work day.
I house you, like a pyramid, bones.
Thieves might’ve stole the king’s crown
But I will fashion you a throne
of love if you let me.
Like I said I’ve built dreams for you.
And if I’m gonna...
bluesfornina asked: Are you on instagram? :)
Anonymous asked: is it hard being a linguist?
Untitled 12/13/2011
jupiter? or mayb venus. all i know iz sum big god was lookin real humble like. lost all his bite… cept 4 da few teeth he hung up 4 da starz.
wonder if he been smilin since he start drinkin dat moonshine. since dat gal broke his heart he been drinkin dat moonshine.
he drunk right now. laughin at hisself. darin Darkness to fight.
Final version New York #2
NEW YORK # 2 IMMOBILE
You can see it.
Older than eyes.
Before eyes were things
of beauty.
When they were pits, almond
pits where new humans
buried light to last.
Back when the only cities were
mass
graves or
stunk like them.
I walk steady
with my back facing in all
directions. Slave to my
evolving walkman.
And when there is no music
to beat back the people,
I am still
like a dog...
I’m just a lion cub but one day i’ll be the Sphinx. I’m looking for an archer-boy who’ll one day be a warrior-king.
Freewrite 12/11/11
The air unbuttoned in front of me. I saw too much. Felt its image creep across my skin.
Tonight did not believe in veils or burkas or virgins. Tonight crawled through the city’s legs, thighs thick with experience because tonight believed in hips—wide and expressive, not of mothers but of dangerous gorges.
Viscosity begging me outward and open. The fog masking Washington’s big...
Agenda for tonight 1) Performance 2) Work on Personal Statement 3) Sleep
A dead bird sings your name.
I found a boy who I love more than I ever did you before…
Ok program runs… completely completely now. Wake up at 6 to analyze data. Nite Nite twiggas.
Sometimes a weekend will cost you all your cash but it will be worth it.
EARLY MORNING CREATIVE COLLABS…. nothing… literally nothing better.
typing poems on iphones before knocking out.