-
Light Crown
The animosity in which I am gravitated to your pull: Unleashes my wool; I am a lion under this skin. Wolves are not as grimy as my wins. It is usually timely, all of my sins. I feel so undying, again and again. Pulling back my hide, is a language of revealing my soul. That […]
-
Bound 2
I am bound for greatness. Days are just testament to make it all applicable – this heart is in which lies in us all. This case in which makes me crawl, is such a spacious grip in which I am fatefully all in. I could fake it, but that is not in my pedigree. I […]
-
Viscous accounts
My acts of honest disclosure are stabs of glass; I turn against my own ego. Although, those brash attacks are blasts of mad. My emotions are abstract at that, so I feel disarmed against my own soul that would decompose. Until I make a rasher grab at this valid power you have. My force is […]
-
Points of agreement
How must one respect somebody that does not even respect you? If torn between halves, should you attempt to color in the gray? Ignore black, the wrongs turned inside out is possible if bliss is the objective. Considering this for my heart, for love, I am protective. Especially, for virtue, I am keenly selective. But […]
-
Caring souls
Tears of joy, from this id of a boy. I’d swing in the air, until I am sheer near to a ploy. Their plots causes me to feel, and act out disgruntled… Because I feel bare, scared, and annoyed. I rather identify with my mere stare into a void. But the poems are like an […]
-
Water
Piece together the broken floored labyrinths. Speak in poems, but always know your path in which. Desiring truth, and freedom. Perspire the doom, and gloom, and feel peace within. A fire is too warm, if it is entrenching my very own in indecency. A piece of me heals, when. I allow love to ease in. […]
-
Anguish of War
In a war that requires my challenges; To supersede my innermost balances… My heart must always desire this, to remain pure and holy in my reflects. As I sip wine, or would have to reduce callouses… Washing away my pain, I then would dream through the fountain of chalices, I’d be suggested to drink when […]
-
Black Rain
Modern day lynches. I’m pinching my nerves just to know if I’m living. But the luncheons are like winnings, I see all of us winning, never whining, in the far distance, this prison. Got us all trapped in; And I feel trapped in. Racism is still alive, I am just trying to basket in – […]
-
The Dreamtime-Machine
How speedy is recovery. As I am up, up and away. Birds fly away to give me space, as I fly above the endeavors too deep enough to swim, I am not afraid to admit that. I’ve made costly sins, too much for me to acquit that. But in my trust in my faith in […]
-
October 24th
Stories I tell myself rummage through my soul’s good health Pieces of me attained Brings me to moments of wealth Dying in the sun Rebirths to know my why Ending up on this plane I reached up to grab the sky Worries would storm my nature I have no where to escape to Pouring my […]
-
Follow
Following
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Elijah Charles Joyner 