By: Keithayonna Davis I’m blind here.Yet eye see.There’s a rhythmPulsating,Vibrating,Lifting me higher.UpUp. If I think highI go high.Think lowGo low.I choose.Every choice takes me past dimensions. I fear I won’t come back.So I drop.Ground.Feel again.My hands,Feet,Eyes open. I know what it’s like outside of here.All this.Only life can keep me from it.It clicks.Dawns on me.I… Continue reading

By: Keithayonna Davis I opened an old book.Let the pages glide through my fingers. Pain, frustration and griefCrept in like an old friend.Sorrow. I wishI could go backRecreate memories that now taste of bitter fruit.Pour like hard rain on a day I prayed for sun.. Dates, time, places.Pieces to a puzzleI really don’t want to… Continue reading

By: Keithayonna Davis I awoke to sunriseBlinds clacking against the pane.I want to close the windowBut the birds are chirping the prettiest song.Cleansing something within me.Wind carrying notes straight to my heart.As if they’ve been sent out on a mission.“Sing to her” they said.So they fluttered in.Letting their tiny bellies puff and huff a melody… Continue reading

By: Keithayonna Davis I won’t shed a tear.When the memories flood inMaking sense of everything.When what saidCorresponds with what was done. When my mind replays it.Again.Again.Taking me back through those times. Why would I ?When wisdom and knowledgeBecome crossroads. I knowThat energy can sculpt itself into imageryReturning.Reminding.Revealing.Taking it’s rightful placeWithin me. I’m wise enoughTo view… Continue reading

by Keithayonna Davis To understand the world You must understand yourself. The lies you tell. The blame you put on others. The covers above your head At night While anger Rests in your chest like fire. There In the mirror Truth. You fear, If it shattered, You’d pick the sharpest piece And cut your wrists… Continue reading

By: Keithayonna Davis Cesspools of lost dreams Could’ve beens Forgotten. No rolemodels to say this is how, if you wanna. Smudged Smoked Stinks of dead bodies Murky waters Aborted mistakes. It spilled over white Funked the fresh linen Smothered all the essence of delusion. Satan could be in plain sight No one would notice. Death… Continue reading