Category Archives: Nocturnal Writings

Are You Still Awake Too?

The Moon. She beckons me, calling me into the night. “Tell me your fears, release latent tears, follow me into the night…” * Sometimes I hold my teddy bear all quiet in the night. I squeeze it tight as though … Continue reading

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A Little Chaos in >600 Words.

Prologue I feel as though I’ve been dooped as though everything I’ve struggled through meant nothing but a way to coop myself inside the worst part of me to be suppressed and ne’er be free… I am writing this because … Continue reading

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Leap Day, Leap Year, Leaping, and Poetry.

Perhaps Leap Day is not all it’s meant to be. Black History Month sure has left me weak (but that is another post for another day). I started today needing some inspiration, I started today wanting to be free. However, … Continue reading

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New Year; More Violence.

I’m going to be honest, I had a couple of drinks for this one. I think at this point you know what I am referencing. The Colour of Violence Seriously, it might seem like this post is coming straight from … Continue reading

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[Non]Labeling, the Opiate of the Masses

What’s in a Name Purity. To be Pure. ‘In its purest form.’ all of us are we destined to perform the most willing form of conforming -to them- the land of the pure and free; the Whitest form. This is … Continue reading

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Prayer of My Flesh Now I lay me down to sleep, ravaged flesh of my people is drowning me. If I shall die before I wake, I pray we ne’er capitulate. -Amen Written by me 4.27.15. Stay strong in the struggle. … Continue reading

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Behind All the Books, Past the Academe

The Break. Conflictions inside my head has rendered my heart full of dread. What to do next and how to do it all perhaps I feel it all might stall. Perpetually in a state of nothingness surrounded by my books, … Continue reading

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