Writing from observation, speculation, introspection and human connection.
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The sky rains light so dawn is found. Each drop, a promise, a cycle bound. - The shorelines break so rivers run, entwined beneath
By Latisha Jean6 days ago in Poets
A gap cuts through my smile as I spring onto my parents’ bed. A coin presses warm in my palm, holding proof of tiny magic.
By Latisha Jean14 days ago in Poets
It's never asked all too seriously. Just a question, passing by. - What do you do for fun? I say I like to write. - What do you write about?
By Latisha Jean17 days ago in Poets
I refuse to change who I am. It took me a long time to understand what that really means. When I say I won’t change, I don’t mean I won’t make room for love.
By Latisha Jean29 days ago in Poets
When you look into my eyes, do you see your reflection? When you stare at a mirror, is it man-made perception? Have you felt sorrow not for yourself?
By Latisha Jeanabout a month ago in Poets
Have you heard of the game chameleon? I fear I play it far too well. Skilled to pretend i’m something i’m not. I am
This morning I woke up, And I did just simply that. The sun was bright, the air was warm, So I put on my hat. - I walked out to the garden,
By Latisha Jean2 months ago in Poets
quiet morning air, small dreams curled into soft fur, velvet warmth and purrs.
You carried a soul beneath your heart, A little life too soon to start. - Though earth could not become their home, Their spirit never drifts alone.
When I turned seventeen I thought I knew it all. I danced, I laughed, I knew my truths, I stood up firm and tall. - But when I reached nineteen, I learnt I didn’t know so much,
Attention, all citizens - remain alert, remain sure. We’re in the midst of a devastating, ongoing, silent war. In this conflict of networks, signals and blue-light glare,
You fumbled in the darkness, a place where others lived in light. You foraged days for warmth, embedding through the night.
