For Frenchie...

She plays
as though
her pain will
flow out through
her fingertips.

Her story is not
written on her
face but
in her
voice.

Her struggle
rides the
waves of her
vocal chords,
expecting there to be
a platform on
which they land,
but instead...
they fall past the
nothingness.
On and on, further
into the abyss of
Deaf Ears.

I expected to
find a small child
or an impoverished
woman, but
what i found when she
looked up will
forever stay framed in
my mind.

SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL.

So much so,
that her beauty
shocked me...
And her mucis
haunts me.

And just as
she surprised me
when she came,
her absence tore
my heart in two,
as she breezed out
the door.






* i wrote this poem one night in a smoke filled club, i was working at the bar and a crackhead came prancing in, jumped straight on the piano, and poured her heart out into the music. it looked as if her fingers were in pain, and i didnt expect to find such a beautiful woman...i found out after she left that her name was Frenchie, and she was dying. here's to you Frenchie...here's to you

The Thing We Lost...

As this sob
Escapes
My throat, I
Realize that
Something Valuable
Has gone missing.

The Thing We Lost Was Trust.

It might've disappeared
The day he waved
His flirtatious hello
And I smiled
My blushing, cool-breeze,
Gone with the wind
Goodbye.

The Thing We Lost Was Trust.

Or Maybe
Just Maybe,
It could've been
the day you walked out
The door...
And as i smiled with
My eyes, Our
" DON'T ASK-DON'T TELL "
policy bore a hole
Through my skull
Like a drill to the
Earth's very core.

The Thing We Lost Was Trust.

It has seeped through the
Cracks of my bleeding
Aching heart like
Coveted water
From a split
Rock.

The Thing We Lost Was Trust.

There Was
A time when
Your absences
Were my "END OF DAYS"
And your touch
My guardian Angel.

The Thing We Lost Was Trust.

But Fast
Forward to
The present
And nothing could
Be further from the truth.


The Thing We Lost Was Trust.

Your touch is no
Longer a reassurance...
Your kiss simply
A glimmer of
Bias hope...Your
Presence No longer
Felt.

The Thing We Lost Was Trust.

IF I'M LUCKY ENOUGH YOU'LL STILL
LOVE ME TOMORROW.

This was me last year...in my school hallway...in my school uniform...i was much smaller then...idk...maybe that school wasnt for me....but im praying this one is...The picture above it is me on my 17th birthday...that was a really crazy day...but i thank god im still here...The picture before that is my best friend Melquan, on his graduation day...i am sooo proud of him...And the first picture is of my friend Vernelle and I...going out for the night

Dear Mama...

I feel so close to death already. God, I'm only 15. There's nothing left for me here. I feel it, and i know every one else does too. You have to, I'm around you 24/7 looking up at you with hopeful eyes...My soul, pleading with you to save me, not once did you try. This is not a harmful letter, it's intentions are not to try and hurt you...It was written to say I Love You, I Love You and Goodbye. Guess What ma, i still see Denny sometimes. Remember the imaginary friend i had when i was little?...I was cute wasn't i? Anyways, he's a really nice guy. Well, i left some poems for you to read...Some things i wrote over the course of my life...Maybe then and only then will you be able to understand me and my thoughts. Poetry is like wine, some poems are bitter, some are sour, and some are fine. My Writings are like fine wine Mommy, You'd be proud, I promise. This is the end of my one sided conversation with you, but only because I've run out of time. There is so much more i wish to speak with you about but i guess I'll tell you more from purgatory. I Love You Mommy, and if we speak no more when I'm gone, I hope i see you again one day. I love you, No really, I do.

Undying Love

My Heart
Is Like the
Ocean.
Raging storms,
bracing itself,
Waiting for the
Lightning that is
sure to come.

My heart
Is like
the water...
Going up
Rivers
And down
Streams.

Your kiss, like
Melting Caramel
upon my lips.
Your name,
The one word
I'll be sure to
Scream.

My heart
is like
Your Touch.
Everloving & Everlasting.
I need your love
to unleash
The clasping
of two hearts
entwined.
For all
Eternity &Needlesly
Divine

I Love You...3 Years Too Late

Those (3) once
coveted words,
Now faded as
a distant
Memory,
An old picture,
or a far off dream.

A heartbeat,
Ever so faint...
All motion
cease to exist
as he parts his
lips and begins
To form the
words...

" I LOVE YOU ZURI ",
In a starving whisper
he finally bares his
soul.

* Eons ago
I would've
jumped out of
my skin just
to hear those
three words
sail past his
lips..

But now,
All i feel,
Is Confusion.

Three years later,
And only now
you begin to
Love Me...?

There Will Be a Yesterday

There Will Be A Yesterday Because Tomorrow Never Dies.
They listen to my voice and
They swear I
Tell no lies. I look upon the
Youth and
see fear and hope mixed in
their eyes...
I prey on their tears,
One glance, and you
can tell...
GOD
has no place here.


You speak when spoken to...you
humble
your eyes when everyone
has cast their
gaze in your direction, but
reality seeps in...
you are a figment of your own
imagination...you've been living a
"Book of Lies" kind of life.
Maybe tomorrow does die,
But I will
always yesterday.
So for now,
I'll just mourn
Tomorrow...
Today