Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Family portraits, snap shots of life

Portraits of you now, portraits of you now, portraits of you, snap shots of life.

I roll up the window, so the dope smoke doesn't linger on the baby's chest, I fix her hair, I stroke her face, I kiss her forehead and, I adjust her vest, don't worry, she's comfortable and clean.

Staring across the rooftops now, and down onto the empty lamp lit streets below, the night has yet to yield the sto...

Read and leave comments (7)

🌷(5)

Sun Shines All Around You. (The nurture of nature)

A trickle of sweat, runs down your face, it won't allow your emotions to embrace,  you are left bereft, while the sun, shines all around you.

Voices of fear, blacken your days, keeping you in those rat-infested alleys of your ways, as your habits usurper the days.

Yourself taught mechanisms, fixate the hate, hurt your mind, and the culture kills off any hope, that I will ever find you.

S...

Read and leave comments (3)

🌷(2)

Orange Coral

The midget mind of an individual voices their opinions on what is seen, rubbing salt into the wounds of those with bound hands, little options, and misguided dreams..

Hateful words splice open rubber, and air sucks life into deep sea graves, criminalising the unknown and drowning, as water filled lungs sink beneath the waves.

White gleaming smiles, hide the rotten teeth, of no compassion and...

Read and leave comments (1)

🌷(4)

Well-beings ? ( #7 - go figure)

#1

I’m seeing well-beings,

being more body conscious,

conscious of the way they look,

looking into the cosmetic mirror

as they contemplate consider,

which teeth they can reconfigure,

liposuction, face filler and a slight tummy tuck.

#2

I’m seeing well-beings,

being mindful and meditate,

meditate into a transcendental state,

stating online rhyming couplets,

...

Read and leave comments (4)

🌷(6)

I Beat

               
With every beat of my heart
With every beat of my mind

I'm the clenched fist dragging on the concrete of my town
I am the gnarled smiling face of a twisted laughing clown
Like an unearthed jewel of ill-educated teaching
I'm the grasping hand of want, that never will stop reaching
A starved little brethren whose reached  his full potential 
In society groomed by the those ...

Read and leave comments (1)

🌷(5)

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message