Is It Possible

Is It Possible

Is it even possible?
This feeling that I’m feeling
How can you miss someone?
You never even officially met
How can you crave a touch?
You have never even felt
Is it truly possible?
To hunger for a kiss
That you never really savored
But long for the heat
Of a body you’ve never laid next to
Yearn for a whisper
From a voice you’ve never heard
Tell me
I need to know
I have to know
Is it possible?
I find myself staring
Desiring to rub faces
With a face I’ve never held
Thirsting to swallow a soul
I have never physically met
Wanting to be held
In an embrace I’ve never known
I am slowly losing my sanity
Anticipating the answer
Tell me now
I need to know
I have to know
Is it possible?
To want to unravel you
When I haven’t gotten to know you
I think so
I believe it’s possible
Maybe this craving
Is a testament through time
That testifies to us
Lovers in past lives
Predestined to meet again
And again and again
In every new life
Repeating a tightly knitted
Pattern woven through eternity
An endless love
That will stand
No matter what comes
That not even death itself
Can interfere with

A short story I just started

*A short story I just started, if you want more added let me know!!!!

Chapter One

Alajah stood in front her apartment’s door staring intensely into Tony’s eyes. She wanted badly to grab him and pull him in. She didn’t know what he wanted, which made her hesitant. He was staring at her as if she was his favorite dish. He was looking as though he wanted to eat her alive. She didn’t know if it was a good gaze or a friendly. She was not good at reading people. They both stood there lingering the moment on for far too long. He didn’t want to leave, and they both realized she didn’t want him to leave, and he didn’t want to leave. He moved in closer to her, now an inch away from her face. She smelled of honey suckle, and he had a masculine musk scent. Her lips was trembling awaiting his puckered mouth. The anticipation was killing her so she leaned in and connected. When realizing she took it to the next level, he grasped her shoulders and flesh met flesh. She tasted so good to him he couldn’t stop with just the lips. His lips explored neck and ear. Upon her realizing they were in the hall she turned around to open the door. Once opened she walked in him right behind her as if they were Siamese twins as if their flesh had already infused. Her bedroom was not even a foot away, but he moaned and said “I can’t wait that long”. He started removing her clothes piece by piece as if he was handling a precious gem. Which excited her even more to see the care and thoughtfulness he had toward her. He picked her up after fully undressing her, took her to the kitchen, laid her down on the table, and proceeded to the fridge. There he found some strawberry syrup. She laid on the table bare flesh glistening from the iridescent lights in the kitchen. Her legs parted for him to have his way. He turned back to her and said “Baby I am about to lick the lining off you”. She couldn’t help but laugh then replied “Feast on baby” as she opened her legs wider.*

A Destroyed People Requiem

A Destroyed People Requiem

You don’t have to look far
Just out of your window
To see the broken souls
The numbers crescendo
From one end of the street
All the way to the other
Base, dope, and crack
Driving the father and mother
Children running wild
Left to fend for themselves alone
All kinds of predators
Blow through them like a cyclone
Corners are the hot spots
Where you can purchase death
It may not not catch you soon
But later you’ll have your last breath
Baby girls having babies
By men three times their age
Baby boys being groomed
To die on death’s set stage
Souls are being bought
It’s a commonplace issue
With the smallest of fees
While the cycle continue
The hate for one another
Seems to feed the weak
The misplaced resentment
Seems to target the meek
The heart takes beatings
Until it is ground to powder
Then the monsters rise up
With a false sense of power
Abusing those unable to fight back
Whether it be mentally or physically
Whether it be young or old
The level has become critically
Destruction lays in the wake
Cold bodies are the result
Another devastated family
Another investigation insult
Jobless, homeless, and broken down
Working for minimum wage
Can’t provide for family
Can stir up such a rage
Everything was set up
For this people’s demise
Why walk into
You can only agonize
Too destroyed too lost
Wrong road traveled too long
For most there is no turning back
For those here is a requiem song:

“Feasting on death
In a F!@k it mindset
Veins now rotted
Blood clots knotted
Poisons run rampant
Reality abandoned
One less mind
Another soul left behind
Addicted to suicide
Russian roulette glorified
Lives left dangling
Soulless bodies wrangling
The cleanup crew
Always something new
An endless supply
Of a people set on die
Tears shed for many
Century after century”

As I watch this peoples descents
I say “Here is my two cents”