Category: Poetry

Walking Bones

How can people do that? How can they walk right pass you And don’t speak? Even when I say hello, how’re you doing? They just look at me Am I a ghost or in some form of Invisibility? I know I may not mean…

The Crushing Game

Crushing on someone is a worthless game Of playing yourself No true victories. Just boredom Your imagination goes wild Your heartbeat races as you’re close to winning But technically, in reality, nothing had happened You’re still at Start Still blocking pawns, yes of different…

History Blues

The breath of life to you was gifted To bare the songs of kins To be the guide of those adrifted And milk their minds and souls to cringe Young ears do taint with truth and woe Cut loose thy tongue, be wild, be…

umbrella forgotten

it wasn’t done on purpose i just simply forgot i even rustled in the closet pulled out my coat scarf, hat double checked to see i had everything i needed for the day stuffed my tired feet into oversized black boots sighed after i…

if i was a snake, i would’ve bitten her

patiently i wait humming a gospel tune in the mood to dance my feet shuffle there then back i pace the entrance three walls and two elevators waiting patiently my hum turns into a voice low yet strong and pure my mind race across…

Dear President of America

Have you forgotten where you came from? I’m not talking about your nationality Or the womb you were birthed Or the status you once had I’m talking about ancestry Not your physical ancestry But your spiritual ancestry Have you truly forgotten? I’m not referring…

petals of love

petals of love no one can collect before they fall to the ground now spoiled, rotten, discolored slippery hands, foul hands the petals avoid the only living in control of gravity sways to the right swirls about your body you try to catch, snatch…

Architecture with Art Analysis

I have this essay I need to do. It’s due Friday, September 26, at 12:00 am. I don’t want to do it, but I have no choice. It’s one of those short essays, you know about 600 words. That’s not much for a writer,…

The Speck of Grain

A speck of grain in the middle of the floor Not just any floor, a colorful floor With blues and yellows and grains of marble But there is that speck, just there Dull of existence but full of life No curious eye notice its…

A True Heart

I’ll paint my heartOn a canvas so whiteTo show how pure I am.I’ll detail the veinsThe arteries, the bloodTo show how real I am.I’ll put the pulse,The rhythm, the patienceTo show how desirable I am.I’ll indicate the feelings,The warmth and the coldTo show how…

Right or Wrong?

Which one is right? Which one is wrong? The functions of the calculator Or the scholarly facts from a textbook Either way they give an answer Similar or not you just don’t know Until you seek for outside source Such as those behind the…

Hungry

That crackling feeling in your gut That just won’t go away You try your best to ignore its voice But time just makes it stay With every minute it turns to daggers Stabbing from inside out A weighing pressure upon your shoulders just pinching…

in the right mood

in order to get something done rightthe way you want it doneyou must be in the right placeaway from horrid thingsor maybe just thatgo somewhere out of depthfar from your reachbut close byin case you need some restto work your magicnestled in your mindyour…

back to school

no where did my summer go i want to know now i can’t believe it broke up with me after all we’ve done school now calls and i’m starting to twitch back to the homework, teachers, and work no more free time except the…

Something to Remember

There was no way to see it approaching. This invisible power of natural being. I fell into it like an unnoticed spell. It did nothing but pour joy into my well. An unquenchable joy that is dangerous to the soul. It grabbed me and…

Fast People

I can’t stand being left behind Even when I try hard to stay on time The quick talk to quick pace Please slow down It’s not that I’m slow Or not paying attention You are just going too fast for my taste. -LeQuita C….

Professionally Made

Professionally Made

This is who I am
I don’t need no haters
I was born with a talent
No one has the right to take it
I can do whatever I want
Put on paper all my thoughts
Let my hands do all the working
Let you watch it
Let you twerk it
God has blessed me
With this gift
I didn’t learn it
It wasn’t given
I was made
Professionally Made

-LeQuita C. Harrison

Angry

They couldn’t even wait until four o’clock cameThey couldn’t take that one minute to sit and relaxThey may as well hadn’t told meThey shouldn’t even had said they were coming.I sit in here in the cold and wait to leaveAnd they gona trick me…

My Novels in Progress….

Like I said in my last blog. Writing a novel is not easy. You got to put together the details, the characters, the conflicts, the descriptions, the settings, and of course more but the hugest and the most important thing is the ORDER. Right…

A Love Story

I don’t get this sensation that I’m feeling. My body trembling every time our eyes meet and when he opens his mouth to speak. I can’t believe it’s happening like this. We’ve been friends since birth you could say. So what if everyone keeps…