Black Chaos

This selection is from my forthcoming collection of poetry, Black Chaos. Click Here to Pre-Order. Visit the Black Chaos Page to learn more about the collection and see select reviews for the book as well as other purchase links to several platforms including Nook and iBooks. There will be a new poem from the collection every Saturday and Sunday in April in celebration of the book’s release and National Poetry Month. Tell me what you think in the comments below.

Black Chaos

The black chaos
Drips on the page
Nightmares live in
Reality – 
I release the
Fears through my pen
They never leave
But they have lost
Their hold on me – 
A past mended
With ink and words – 
With my poems
I capture it
My depression – 
A reminder
Of what I was
When black chaos
Consumed my soul

Through Hate They Took Power

This selection is from my forthcoming collection of poetry, Black Chaos. Click Here to Pre-Order. Visit the Black Chaos Page to learn more about the collection and see select reviews for the book as well as other purchase links to several platforms including Nook and iBooks. There will be a new poem from the collection every Saturday and Sunday in April in celebration of the book’s release and National Poetry Month. Tell me what you think in the comments below.

Through Hate They Took Power

Every morning I wake
To some atrocity
The news would have us fear
Viruses – Violence – 
Tyranny – Fascism – 

Many want to believe
Things are getting better
Oppression awaits us – 
Every single person

Your white privilege makes
You the last target not – 
Free from the oppression
When you realize what the
Whole world is becoming
It’ll be too late to stop

There is a coup against
Us by the government
Will you submit or fight – 
Will you allow them to
Control and dominate

Flashback Friday Poetry: Lonesome Journey

nothing prepares you
for what is to come
nobody warns you
what you will become
conquer destiny
but can it be done
to learn how to live
learn how to have fun

i have tried so long
to make dreams come true
nobody told me
it’d be hard to do
to never give up
but i’m still confused
no one will listen
to my dreams; so few

the false hope of time
cradles so many
but the real truth is
time feels so empty
the push to go on
nothing prepares me
forever alone
will be my journey