The first two therapists I saw were both pastors. While living with my parents, it was hard to even convince my mom to let me see a therapist, so a person of the clergy with a psychology degree was a good compromise for them. Continue reading Sliding Scale
My eyes were closed mostly
But it didn’t matter much anyway
Some tasks do not require sight
Only that you feel
And man…did I feel
Continue reading push
we are dedicated to this shit.
dribbling pens on canvases.
sketching blueprints for freedom.
fighting governments with ink.
this is what we do.
these words are our soldiers
wearing emotions for fatigues
and carrying metaphors for rifles.
when we in the building,
freedom is just one stanza away.
– Rico Lowe Jr. @panafrico
Tied with the
strings of society
unfairness and ethics
wanted to break free
Continue reading Puppeteer
I was a liar
lied about love
lied about my feelings
threw me into a dark pit
just for the sake of a culture
just because I finally got a man next to me
Continue reading To be honest
My mind is indefinable, like
the wind spoke about the sea.
Shadowed thoughts twitch to a smile,
laughing, as the knife goes in so deep.
Continue reading A Muddled Mind.
Sometimes we get scared of happiness because happiness is the unknown. We say we want it, we say we crave it, but we don’t do anything to achieve it or if we do, we sabotage ourselves on the last minute. Continue reading Happiness
There are moments when I am dry
Isaiah’s valley of bones could’ve tossed me a stone onto my desolate desert soul
I do not always produce life
Sometimes instead of water, salt pours out of me – rushing like faucets
It’s not always healthy Continue reading MY DESERT TERRAIN – Victoria Angelique