She was Manifesting.
She walked right passed him.
He who was a King.
It hadn’t been intentional.
And as he straightened his crown; flexing his pectorals.
Hoping that the sun’s rays would hit his kingly.… Read More She was Manifesting.
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If Love is A Tale
Blood in my veins,
In a frozen state,
Sliding like wine
On his curved, red lips.… Read More If Love is A Tale
Ethel Beauregard is Not Dead
Ethel Beauregard is not dead.
Ethel Beauregard is alive.
She died, not with a choked gasp, scream
Not metal or a screech
Ethel Beauregard died of paper cuts on her fingers and face
She died, not of heartbreak, but of a heart made whole too many times.… Read More Ethel Beauregard is Not Dead
Wild by Zahra
You will fail
to find that passion
you sparked in me
when you lie with her,
for she is the magnificent trees,… Read More Wild by Zahra
So Much More
We are all so much more than our statuses,
our faces or our anxieties.
We are caring and kind,
but beyond that,
we are not always fine.… Read More So Much More
Poetry by Niamh
You will
meet people
in your life
who will stamp
on your stem
when they notice
the blossoming
rooted in your skin
their crooked roots
intertwined with decay,
envy rotting their soil
they cannot bare
to see such beauty
flourish from you… Read More Poetry by Niamh
I Am Yours
A golden explosion
And I see your sun
Rising again.… Read More I Am Yours
The Little Shed
The little shed is painted blue
with two old chairs for me and you… Read More The Little Shed
Equalizer
The war in me for equality
For equal pay
Performing quality work
in the same way
And never needing to be told
Cause I have integrity to uphold… Read More Equalizer
Her Name Means Life
Her future is bright and shining
Her opportunities endless… Read More Her Name Means Life
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