Yet, another rant about dating…

I'm sorry to have to do this to you again But... Let's talk about dating, but not in the usual swooning, butterflies-in-the-stomach way. No, let's delve into the perplexing, ever-evolving landscape of dating in today's society. It's like there's a secret rule book everyone else got except for me. Can someone please pass it over?...

2024 the “Year of Yes”: A Deep Dive into the Modern Dating Scene

As the clock struck midnight on December 31st, 2023, I made a silent declaration to myself: 2024 would be the year of yes. Yes to adventures, to growth, to discipline, to partnerships, and perhaps most dauntingly, yes to dating. Little did I know that this last item on the list would prove to be the...

Reflections on Feeling Forgotten: Navigating Transitions Alone

In the quiet moments of reflection, it's hard not to wonder how we find ourselves in certain emotional landscapes. The feeling of being forgotten, of voices unheard and needs unmet, can weigh heavily on the heart. It's a sentiment that has echoed through my mind more times than I care to count. How do you...

Invisible

I watched you watch me and pretended not to see you, so when you acted surprised by my presence, I saw right through you. You see me. You hear the way my heart beats when I’m around you, my words fumble, thoughts crumble, I’m pitiful You see me. I listen intently when you tell me...

I miss me

I miss who I was before I met you I can’t recall the moment I fell out of love with me in order to love you... God knows I couldn’t do both -Elle Clark

Black Man

Thoughts dripped from his unconscious mind...I entered and kissed his memories invading the village of his insecurities. I traveled through the time that passed between littered dreams and shattered laughs. Where his past mistakes left residue so thick his emotions filled like liquor overflowing at a bottles tip... so slowly I flicked the chip off...

Rejection

I’ve allowed myself to become someone I don’t even recognize If you only knew how much I cry It hurts to know you were inside of me Now all I want to do is die I regret it all...meeting you, hugging you, kissing you... fucking you I left your bed thinking I was strong enough...

Noted.

Sometimes love is incomprehensible like biblical parables. So I try to come at it from different angles...screaming “I am not her”-the one that left you miserable. But he is like Iago from Othello, destructive like a broken-wing sparrow and I am like the archery to his bow and arrow... Sometimes we go back and forth...

My words…

My words have emotions like a woman scorned They scream on paper until rhythms form They can speak in anger and mean no harm Moody yet graceful... disturbed with charm They cry for love with the deepest desire A need to be touched yet prefers to be admired They quiver and shiver from words unspoken...

Reflection

You ask her why she’s so distant But it is you who pushes her away You pick apart her imperfections And put her flaws on display You want her to stop crying But it is you who leads her to tears You demand for her to be strong But you’re the sum of all her...