The ashes burn like hot magma bursting out of the earths crust into the air. What was once flesh and blood and bones and breath is now a mesh of molten rock and burning scents permeating into the air. What once lived a life, is now noting but dust and gone with the wind. But
Leaning to the lake, I take a drink. The fresh water cleanses my soul From all the travesties I endured The water flows down my body and into my soul It takes over my creation and spills into my imagination No longer am I plagued by past memories that suffocated me with sorrow No, the
Once again we are here for National Poetry Month, with another Poem . On Day 8 National Poetry Month from the Lucid Writers circle delivers a poem a day for your reading pleasure. On Day 8 National Poetry Month is thriving and the words keep coming. I remember you. I remember you. I remember thing
Once again we are here for National Poetry Month, with another Poem. Lucid Writers has decided to celebrate National Poetry month by delivering a poem a day for your reading pleasure. Enjoy. All I Wanted Was Your Love All I wanted was for you to love me. All my life I wanted that connection, Instead
Back on day 6 of national poetry month, we bring to you a poem about sweet and sour experiences. Things that are sweet, Can easily turn sour. So even if we think great And believe in our power There is always that turn of events, That will destroy our plans The only thing is, Will
A poem by Jae Suki. We are currently in Day 5 of national poetry month. We took a weekend hiatus for other reasons. However, Lucid Writers is still dropping poetry each day until the end of this month.!!! Starting us off on April 5th, is Jae Suki of Jae Suki Beauti. Sis came through and
Imperialism is a plague that spreads its Essance across the globe Capitalism is the scourge that riddles the skies and blinds eyes with images of gold and green that force us to survive. When in reality we really should thrive off bartering and community collective efforts. Patriarchy and the desire to hold onto outdated ideals
I was asked a question by my grandmother recently that stuck with my psyche for a couple of days. What do you love about yourself the most? I had to take a moment and truly ask myself that question and find answers about it because I couldn’t tell you off the top of my head.
A story about local black entrepreneurship Growing up I didn’t get to see many black creators. Especially from the place that I came. As a Creator this was disappointing. Because I didn’t have any real influence to aspire to or want to model my life around. Plus, I fell into (like many other people in
A poem for the lost Where am I today? Not here, not on this plane. Where do I exist? Somewhere far, far away Somewhere dodging the Cataclysmic Idea Of going insane Losing grip of reality Falling into madness Trying not to gravitate To an endless sadness Where will I be tomorrow? Not where I am
