love and death : rebirth in grief

Today makes the second year anniversary of my father losing his battle to prostate cancer. In the two years he has been gone, I have been in a theoretical cocoon - a really deep depression marked by an aching quest to find myself again. Losing a parent is the most difficult thing I have ever …

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love poems: tilted crown

one black boys rap about their dick size how they'll bust this pussy wide open like the .45 that killed his best friend skull bust wide open brain matter on ground a mind is a terrible thing to waste hard to get out of concrete he can't sleep at night visions of it haunt him …