I bet a lot of you wonder sometimes
why do i smile so much?
why are you so goofy? what is so funny?
you know what…
sometimes i wonder the same thing
cuz my life is no joke at all
i keep a smile to leave off my pain
i joke alot to keep away my thoughts
of being insane
Continue reading Smile for No Reason — Poem by Darius Myrick
oeWhat you say could be wrong or right
how i react may not suit your interest
we could one day love each other til the end of time
and the next have this worldly intellect disconnect us from our private society
Continue reading Tears of Pride – Poem by Darius Myrick
This is me,
My face, my skin, my hair
What I wear, how I think
My interpretation, my life, my story
I’m proud of it.
Continue reading Proud — Poem by Darius Myrick
The night outside has only just begun. It is youthful, jaunty with the stars perked up for an eve of dance and delight; much like the twelve princesses from childhood stories. The stars row down the alabaster stretch to a clandestine ball held at some obscured corner of the sky, conspicuous to only lovers – or believers.
Continue reading Waiting … Story Poem by Sheikha A.
time is not the deepest of times;
it is an unslept hour of breaking light
stirring lazily after a spent night
of copulation with its denseness
gloom, in visitation of hope
for the crescent moon to have tilted
sideways up into a smile, half
concealed by the veils of frothing
clouds speculating its revelation.
Continue reading This time – Poem by Sheikha A.