Poetry · Writing

She's the One

trapped in my head, she has the key

what i’d do, to be free from me

feels like a dream- a hidden scheme

but back to you, baby, a center piece

follow me, through hall after hallway doors

honestly, feel like i’ve been here before

probably, see you again in my dreams

an ever-everything-bring me tranquility

ability to let me breathe-free from these diamond nights

sight for sore eyes, sunrise

Poetry · Writing

jail cell

can’t be the breaker of chains

when your own dreams keep you bolted down

masking your insecurity with fools gold power

got you here, begging in front of an earless ghost

to let you free;

but you’ll be here in the morning

with a new plead you can try to be free

from your own self pity

let the world come to you

the power will only keep you here

Poetry · Writing

righteous movement

i wonder what you think of me

if you think at all

if you wave white flags for surrender

or who you pray to

if culture was the start-

was that you?

you’ve been on my mind

debating to see if you can see me

a little different

not ready for that conversation but

i can see it going there

when i am ready we will

maybe