No Title Appropriate



This is my first non-evening blog post, so the content is 100% serious and 200% heart-felt.

I’ve only been blogging for a couple months now, but I’ve met so many incredible bloggers that I didn’t think I could go any longer without doing this. From erotica to photography to racial injustice to autism, the topics have been broad, unique, and beautifully expounded upon.

I don’t know a lot about blogger awards, and none of these bloggers are exactly new (which is what the Liebster Award is for, by definition), but these are my favorite blogs on WordPress, which I believe is the other fun part about this award. So, without further ado, here are my nominations for the Liebster Award.


Here are my questions for you:

1. What makes you write everyday?

2. If there was one thing you could change about this world, what would it be?

3. Did you always love to write?

4. Who is your favorite writer? (musicians and fictional characters included)

5. What’s your favorite sport and team?

6. Does writing make your life, or does life make your writing?

7. Oatmeal rasin or chocolate chip cookies?

8. More inspiring: rain or moonlit skies?

9. Name one guilty pleasure

10. Better writer: Jennifer Donnelly or Suzane Collins?

11. What’s the best thing about blogging?


Wilkens Avenue Wishes



It’s raining

Big deal

You know the story

Dark clouds pouring out tears on window wipers

Slippery tires and sleeping mothers

Hungry hunters of youthful hearts

under the crowded bus stations

But there’s another story,

much less common

that I witness in the rain

“Captured this morning after a shootout with police.”

“Car crash leaves a family slain.”

I look

out the window of my heart

and into the home

of wandering eyes

And as the drops

drip down my shivering hands

I ask it all to stop

Stayed The Same



The sun rises and falls

but you stay the same

The moon is light, or the moon is dark

but you stay the same

Sunday becomes Monday, and Sunday again

but you stay the same

The tree you sleep under was young, but is now old

and yet you stayed the same

“Why can’t you be free, the free, flying, flowering, fearless beauty I once knew, and still love”

I write

and leave on the stone

that stays the same


Tiffany’s Luster


Come with me, my love

Let me rise on you, like a dove

on the summer winds

Let me suck down your sins

like a bee on a flower

Rain on my face like a spring shower

Bruise me as if I were a dangerous criminal

destined for execution, so electrical

are my feelings for you

that if you ever stopped touching me and knew

that a rusted knife lay above your dazzled hair

you would have never crawled into my naked lair

Putting waxing green eyes

to the waning winter sun

knowing the loving act

had been deviously done

Men would always trail

from lust of Tiffany’s luster

to their final peril



We are the mighty phoenix

changing the streets like a remix

We’re a tsunami of change

We can’t be contained

and we’ll never be ashamed

We wear black masks

as we take on the task

of taking back what was stolen

from blacks, from whites

from any person not able to express our rights

I Now Behead Thee




By the kings decree

there was to be great misery

at the death of the young, the slaughter

of the beauty of the aunt, grandmother, and daughter

The word of the king

like the sword that brings

stinging death

and the gutted emotionless breath

of starving mothers

wombs torn asunder

Life no more

for even God cannot keep score

of the heads

by force that were led

to the closing moment

((Author’s Note: I took these pictures during my WAMTAC (Walters Art Museum Teen Art Council) meeting, which will take place every Thursday from 4:30 to 6:30pm. I wasn’t assigned to take pictures, but I felt inspired to write. What better to do after looking at art than creating art?  You can visit Baltimore’s best art museum (in my opinion) Wednesday-Sunday 10 a.m.-5 p.m, and Thursdays 10 a.m.-9 p.m.)