midnightwriter90

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I want to say this and believe it so bad. I think I used to believe it wholeheartedly but now I don't know.

i'm excited to live the rest of my life like it belongs to me

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propaganda i am not falling for:

always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.

beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines

pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact

beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art

sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity

treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins

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as much as the world fails you, never regret having a good heart. 

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I can’t sleep

I feel so broken

So unloved

I try to weep

A healing token

Prince’s doves

Why do I dwell

On things I can’t obtain?

You loved bombed me

And when I finally fell

You tossed me in front of a speeding train

Your heart belongs to another

My heart roams the dirty streets

I never deserved happiness, I guess

And it’s time for me to see

That you are not mine, even though I’m yours

So I must let the thought of you go

Before it burrows up and turns

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Excited to announce I'll be launching my patreon, Yellow Darkness, on September 22. Save the date! Some of the segments include l:

* Original poems written by yours truly, posted exclusively on patreon

* Short stories

* Ongoing Written Series

* The Poetry Podcast with spoken word and poem analysis

* Yellow Sheep Monthly (magazine with a variety of topics including recipes, tea room, dream analysis and more)

* Stream of consciousness ( SOS)

* Digital downloads

Comment below if you want me to send you a reminder once Yellow Darkness goes live on patreon. *Limited subscriptions available

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Poetic Tale Forms

I love storytelling. The magical worlds and supernatural characters I have in my head always wish to come out and join our world, to tell their stories and reveal pieces of themselves and their journeys. Telling stories through poetry allows me to break free from traditional rules and formulas of writing and let my characters tell their sorties the way they see fit. From time to time I like to…

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Been In the Hospital...

Since Saturday, yep since Saturday I've been in the hospital. Had surgery on my foot. I feel emotionally and physical helpless and defeated but I refuse to let this stop me from sharing my creative writing. I have fantastic characters, and speculative stories, and so many adventures in my head and heart that I need to share! And I'm not letting anything or anyone stop me from doing just that.…

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Magic + Steelo: a Hexazine Poetic Tale

The vampires wanted to suck him dry. The werewolves wished toClaw his eyes out. While the pixies craved toGet a bite of his big, beautiful, roundBooty. He made allThem crumble in rageAnd envy. Tyrone Wells, first of his kind.A siren with a vicious smile and suchExquisite wit. They all knew better than to jock his steelo. 🙂 ❤ 😀 If you enjoyed this post please like, follow, comment, and share with…

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Gold on the Brain: an 11-11 Poetic Tale

Gold on the BrainHe slapped the taste out my mouth so quick I hadTo grab my cheeks to stop the spinning. He saidHe wanted his motherfucking gold and heTold me I had thirty seconds to get himAll one hundred pieces. The movies had itAbsolutely wrong, that damn Leprechaun wasEight feet tall, with muscles I’d slobber over,On a regular day, and bright green skin—stunned.“Don’t make me repeat myself,”…

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Crush the Skull: a 17-7 Poetic Tale

Crush the Skull“Crush the skull!” he screamed at Dan.He didn’t take his eyes off theMan lying on the floor once.In any other timeline,On any other planet,In all other dimensions,Chris would say bolt and let live,But they were on Neptune TwelveIn the Latumn DimensionAnd that meant Mutant Zombies.Safety flew out of the doorAnd all bets were off. Chris shook.The man jumped up and pouncedOn Dan, his…

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She Ain't Me: a 13-12 Poetic Tale

She Ain’t MeMila took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and whisperedHer new mantra, “I am not a harbinger ofDeath or grief, or anything but my own choices.”As a banshee she had a bad rep of being a loud-mouth know-it-all.It wasn’t her fault that she was born with the gift ofForesight. She came from a long line of Blues singers;She had a powerful voice. Sadly, her powersTo foresee chaos and pain…

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fr. “Antilamentation” by Dorianne Laux

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MY FIRST OFFICIAL BEAT RELEASE IN 9 YEARS ‼️🫠

If you’re a fan of Ralph Tresvant from New Edition… Check my remake of his hit song “SENSITIVITY”🥰

Enjoy my music❓

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Midnight Bite: an 11-11 Poetic Tale

Midnight Bite“You must’ve went and bumped your head, if you thought I’dStay dead and buried in that muddy ass hole.”Kyle froze when he heard the voice retort fromThe darkness outside his room. He should have dugThat hole deeper. His granddad always told him,“Eight feet of dirt keeps a body down for good.”“Malcolm,” he shuttered. “I chopped you up real good.”The figure of his ex boyfriend slid…

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Sticky-Licky: 97-3 Poetic Tales

Sticky LickyIt licked myNeck, stickySalivaCoating myFlesh like aThick layerOf cream cheeseFrosting, noSprinkles—yuck.I didn’t move,Afraid thatIf it sensedI was notDead it wouldUse its sharpTeeth overIts slimy,Dripping tongue.I wantedTo scream atThe top ofMy lungs andJump off theGround, runningInto the coldOcean waves.But I watchedThis same beastSwallow myEx boyfriendIn one gulp.I was notAbout to…

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Sat my soul on the table for a while

A year it's been at least 10

Wanted to stop the feel of the canel

Root so sensitive

Set my soul on the table

Put it on stable

Why the horse comparison

Shaman?

You don't know nothing man

why do I need a style?

Why I can't just mean what I say

My soul's there

No one was using it

But me

I was hurting

Feeding no one