Trenchtownrock
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Simple cat who likes to write and travel.
“A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.”- John Shedd
“Now, we must all fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most, and that is the indifference of good men.” from “Boondock Saints”
Groups
Trenchtownrock is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , African-American Experience, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Core [C.O.R.E], Creative, Talented, and Unknown, EMI - The Group, Freedom In Words & Art, Freedom to Shine, Inspired By Life, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Midnight Ramblers, Politics, Race, Sexuality and Culture, The beauty of poetry, The Community of Erotic Submission (approval required), The Red Writing Room, The Sensual Word, The Word Tree, Up & Coming Writers, Verses Dark, Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom!, Voices of the Dark and the Deep and Writing: Persuing Happiness.
Art
Writing
She Called Me A Sentinel
She called me an urban violin / strung with complicated notes / speaking various dialects / of common pain / from the underground / of the human belly / an island palm tree / swaying in the Caribbean …
A Poem Cooked Just Right
I am cooking this verse on stove top / of political correctness just for you / stewed with the right amount of / sweet drippings of everything is going be alright but let me digress for a moment / …
Wednesday Night Fuck
This content is not visible because the safe filter is on.Ashes On The way Home
Don’t call me by my name / I am dead / flesh dripping from bones / nightly parasites eating slowly / making sure the pain is to my satisfaction / multitude of ghost watch / with hands tied behin…
Voices In Pocket
A light rain milked from the clouds gently put to rest the sleep that still reside heavily in his eyes. He embraced the early morning kiss like he had done each day at this very time. Harry loved the …
Coming Out Of The Woods
The canaries are singing / your negro wake up call / came in the middle of the night / and now you can’t excuse / the mirror anymore / the blackness that you / couldn’t adore is now / sitt…
