It has been a long time since I have decided to sit down and write a blog. Not much has happened since my last blog post, but I can honestly say that I miss the liberty of decluttering my brain over time. This weekend I received a random text from one of my dear sisters … Continue reading When Community Meets Purpose
Crazy Pen is a series where I will use my creative license to write freely and creatively on random topics. With this series, rules don’t apply. Enjoy my Freedom. ISSA SEASON Have you ever been in a season in your life where you feel like nothing can go right? Do you understand what I mean? … Continue reading Crazy Pen: Issa Season
When life seems to pull open crane doors, and shower down pounds of despair I will reach with ache, and grab on to hope When life seems to push me into revolving doors, and cause stumbling misdirection I will gaze upon still waters, where there is no rafting When life seems to pack me into … Continue reading Fight, Oh My Soul.
i lay sleep, sneaking silent waves of rest i heard a bang, my rest is trapped darkness piercing through every inch of my flesh i hear fear’s pulse beating in my ear, whispering horrific tensions grinning to my brain, anxiety floating at this moment, I felt the bed shift my heart skipped through the room … Continue reading Lights Out
lights move, speeding through parallel lines designed for destination i can see the constant drift stopping but not really going turning but not really merging movements caused by nature not intention in what way will this road elevate how high will my ways carry will they journey blindly will they lead me into direction into … Continue reading Highways
“Seasons change, mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the love doctor Strange” – Lauryn Hill, “How Many Mics” Queen Lauryn may have been referring to the rap climate with these bars, but every-time I think about the season that I’m in, I always find myself humming these lyrics. They seem to … Continue reading SEASONS
If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about discomfort. They would explain a life of despair, sorrow, and poverty. You would hear the drenching remarks of struggles and brokenness. The strong sense of loneliness and lack of contentment. If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about insecurity. They would rave about … Continue reading If My Eyes Could Talk