I remember this guy here, never got his name, I told him to strike a pose and here’s what I can look back on. I still smile when I do🙂. In order to illustrate this poem, I didn’t edit. Enjoy! Farts Fired. Yet again memories tempt, They sit around wishing For us. They run …
I found out I had not been sharing, I had only been shelling. This prompted me to share on my Facebook page for the period, Shobb’s Diary (@shobbsdiaryofficial) The whistle is our new alarm. We’ve learnt to hide from straying nails propelled by our actions, yet laying blames. We’ve suddenly slit our neighbors sleep, in …
Once more the cursor is re- directed at my color like I’m a mistake of nature. Once more my kinds face extinction from beings –just like us, only not our color. Once more I’m reminded: “I’m black”; the one erased For white to be. Once more My voice is stifled with actions, breathtaking and scourging. …
May 27th looks to be the day the children get attention, other days? They crave it. I’ve been sick with this cycle and the emptiness it brings along, more like the attention we cast to tweets that trend for a while and soon become an off-topic after little deliberation. I hate to be the child …
Hey! How’s your day coming? How’d your day go? How. . .so I thought to drop this apostrophe. Hope you love it! Times I be struck with myopia, but you were always there; a correcting lens. With you the world looks beautiful; an effulgence of the beauty you have beneath this frame. You surprise me …
This past week, I recall telling a friend that he could write a happy poem when sad, he simply had to lie to his emotion, make the smile come to his face as he writes the way it should be or look, but does it work that way, I mean. . .Happiness? Mine wasn’t far, …
Truly, when we speak of children, we point fingers; we tend to fill in on those spaces with the ones much younger than us in age and stature – say below 15, but we’re all children of God, you know. We neglect the child within, the one we can’t outgrow in our agedness. Enjoy this …
Recently, I’ve been trying my hands on prose and guess what. . .it feels rosy, but you might have another opinion. This was one of the pieces I wrote for a writing challenge on Facebook, others to come up soon. Read, and tell me what you felt. “If you want to woo a man, cook …