Prose Poetry
9 essays on this topic.
Life's Impermanence
The nature of death is that it’s eminent, it’s going to happen and that’s a fact I’ve not fully accepted. The fact that in a number of years or in the next minute…
How will I be remembered by History?
Frankly, I wouldn’t want history to remember me, for to be remembered means to die, and frankly I’m not ready to die. For to die is to be erased in a way that you don’t…
#TheUntitledSeries, Part 5
I’ve had those moments, serendipitously stricken, unequivocally blissful, insightful occurrences, of a delightful synergy. I’ve had those conversations, candidly…
Unorthodox Ideations
There is a time, not far past, when I felt the mandate, better yet, I felt it incumbent upon me to be more understood. The idea implicit was that for me to communicate…
Musings
I’ve been invariably re-educated on the concept of love, devise right? This topic continually plagues the collective consciousness, with a myriad of takes on what it…
#TheUntitledSeries, Part 4
We love to live in denial of our status quo, A space of self-doubt. A delusional acceptance, Of that which isnt. We love to escape reality, For 'real' is basically a…
The Incoherent Fables of my Identity Conundrum
What's this but a lie? A well-built lie, A cry for help. In the morgue of my faith, A dedication to the greater good. A coroner lay quiet, Performing an autopsy of my…
I am
I am not your knight in shining armor I am that late night text you forgot to send I am that one regret you wish you could erase I am that migraine all those…
#TheUntitledSeries, Part 3
We set all these goals Embodiments of our desires Set forth in the future Something menial to everyone but yourself We attach a certain amount of emotion To this goal,…