Sometimes, I just like to write down some thoughts in poem format. Here’s some I have written over the last year or so. My style is still very raw but I do have a lot of fun doing it. I hope you enjoy! -YFBF
Fun w/Words
A wonderful individual who’s influence is residual
The inital meet was artifical in substance
but the potential for more made my desire preferential
to them. In the sequential months since my love has
hit me in waves,
torrential
Winter Thoughts
The worst thing about winter
is how it reminds me of who we truly are.
There’s no comofrot in January chill.
The ice & snow take me to my mind
baren
to my heart
dry and lifeless
and to my emotions
difficult to navigate.
Much like tracks on
clean kitchen floors,
it’s obvious that someone’s
here but they don’t care
to clean the mess they left.
I guess that’s why
I don’t like winter.
Because its who I truly am.
c.1994
When the smell of sausage and grits hits my room on a saturday morning,
I am taken back to a simpler time, when the world didn’t make sense
and I wasn’t worried about it.
What a time, to be alive.
Duality
you are my favorite hello,
[and my largest headache
and the source of my anxiety
and a royal pain in my ass
and the reason i drink]
and my hardest goodbye.
secrets, secrets
Your squeeze cuts off my words
as I try to explain
the only feeling I have is
unimaginable pain
A knife lodge in my stomach
and twisted into knots
my head, hot and tired
my eyes seeing spots
paralyzed with fear
I’m frozen in my place
every fiber of my muscles stops
but my heart continues to race
Then the voices start up
at first dull hushed
my brain goes into overdrive
and my judgement is rushed
I cannot escape this hopless
and as I acknowledge my desire
The only way to win
is by opening my eyes
Your First Black Friend 