Old Vibe, New Times

We could finally breathe deeply Conversing with lines of lyrics Tickling our intellect We’re connected far beyond human existence; spirits


‪I love the way music feels on my skin‬ Goosebumps rise when I hear it This is what I needed to hear This is what I needed to feel

Die. Dying. Dead

Poured a glass that was tall but empty Dehydrated everything that nourished me Should I call this love Or an unselfish act


I had given my heart away to a person I thought would give me theirs What felt like an eternity I walked alone blindly I peeled back layers of myself to prove to you my loyalty

Her Imperfections In Standards

Society's definition of standard hands slowly grip tighter around her neck You're not small enough You're not big enough Your bosoms don't bust the seams of your shirt bringing the men who wallow in thirst to their knees


You were my reason my words were spoken out loud You were my audience You listened to the words i had never heard myself say You were the first

A Sacred Marriage

The waves reached as far as they could before falling. They continuously asked for the rays to embrace them. Soon enough the sun would gently lay it’s head on the shoreline.