Doesn’t take a magic mind to write. Just a medium. I paint, act, and write but there’s something about prose that gives power. Words are my medium. My spoken word is spoken word. My pen doesn’t wear fancy clothes. In these posts, I’m naked as possible.
This is a public profile so that I may share, read, learn and grow.
Art is essential
Let’s not get into the specifics of why we do it, but thank God or whoever that we can, because without it,
we are nothing.
Dictated, not Read-
Brandywine / Okay, / I’m not saying I’m brilliant, / but my IQ / could fight you. / Bite and rewrite you / regurgitate you to the cycle. / If you wanted beef, / suggest you find some cattle, / there be dragons here, / your Peach is in another castle. / And I’m the capital, / rattle you and battle you. / Saddle you. / I spell my name all in capitols / Take a second / matter fact …
Who will we be outside of it? / I am afraid that I won’t survive my inhibitions. I’m hesitant by nature, and even though I’m getting better at dealing with myself and forcing myself to read on some of the harder truths, I’m no great shakes at it. In fact, I’ve come a long way to still just be emotionally retarded. Sometimes, it feels like I’m stretching what I’ve known to be true. Honesty gets l…
I don’t want to get ahead of myself when I punch out these pretty words, / necessary and soothing. / Moving only to me. Still, you get tired of waxing poetic / and being reflective was really the point of prose / in the first place. / Seen by the sun, I’d smile, / simply for the sake of, / but in the wake of the truth / in blackness, nothing is sacred. within reason, I attack every …