I know I’m supposed to hate you,
and by all rights, I should.
You’re the man who loved her before me,
and you didn’t treat her good.

She came to me so broken,
her trust was crushed to pieces.
I worked so hard to mend it,
Bringing her flowers and Reese’s.

You never liked her laugh,
So she buried it like a coffin.
I love her wonderful cackle,
and I make her do it often.

She told me about the fights,
all the yelling and the hurt.
The only time we raise our voice,
Is when we’re singing in church.

You never liked her family,
and her family never liked you.
But when I walk in the door,
They all cheer “MATTHEW!”

I’m glad you didn’t treat her right,
You taught her a valuable lesson.
And made me work for her love,
With a pure-heart intention.

I’d like to say that losing her,
Was the biggest mistake of your life.
But you did all the right things,
to send me my wife.

So I guess I can’t really hate you,
I don’t have a reason.
In a weird way, I love you, man…
and thank you for leavin!

“Her Ex”
-Matty Jablonsky

Something is better than nothing,
Sometimes life is just struggling.
Somewhere somehow
Someone, will show up like they’re Summoned.
Some times, where things feel like blessings.

From the instant we arise to the time we go to sleep, we have this possibility to achieve as much as we can in order to succeed for the day.
We have these opportunities to take every experience given and embrace the outcome. Grow from it. Learn from it.
From the time we step foot on the ground from our bed to the time we put that foot back under the covers, we have the chance to make a name for ourselves.
We have the chance to speak our truth. Some may crave reactions from that truth, but that’s the human thing to do. Keep shouting your truth. Keep making a name for yourself.
Life is one big grace period. Each day is just the stepping stone to that period.
The more you live. Accomplish. Succeed. The more time you are given.
From the moment your eyes open to the moment they close, you, the main character of this story, choose just how that grace period will end.

Another day, another nickel
All this stress brought on a pimple

I get cranky and hangry
Overall angry
Someone just get it over with and hang me

Never mind all that now dear, you are too classy
You just tend to get a little sassy
Shower, skincare & sleep is what you need

Never give up, and my beauty will succeed

Thinking of words while
Listening to music
A Poet Formulating.

Forgotten in the hidden emotions I feel,
Behind the weed and underneath the alcohol,

SEEN too much,
HEARD too much,
KNOW TOO MUCH
Forgot to SPEAK UP
Because I didn’t know any better
And because you said I didn’t need any help,

So I’m just another “mad black woman” who can do bad all by myself because you said

black people don’t need therapy

I listened

I believed you but I forgot to believe me
I was lost because I forgot I was innocent

Pouring out my heart
Through this art
Writing about a new start
Or a moment that my life
Started to fall apart
Broken pieces
Putting together my thesis
Sharing my painful
And joyful experiences
So here’s a shot of me
If you’re interested in a drink
Pouring out my heart
A shot of love a with a
Splash hope
Mixed with life
Might have you feeling alright
Pouring out my heart
Grab a glass and fill your cup
As I share my thoughts
About not giving up

If you truly think about it, life is like butter.
Starts out all vigorous like the stick of butter you use to bake that cake.
As you start to live and achieve your goals and dreams, it will start melting away.
Of course, there are those small pieces that take longer to dissolve.
Those are brief disturbances along the way to achieving your goals and dreams.
Just think about it for a minute.
Life is like butter, melted or not!

Darkness sheds across the skies, place some in your pocket and never say goodbye
For your walls are so thick you can’t even see
You’re too high strung to unravel like me
It’s ok, because I like to dance alone, it keeps me grounded, balanced, pure and tone
Am I fake? Am I phony? I don’t think so honey
I’m not in your space anymore and you’re not in mine
Like fragments in space, lost for all time
Maybe one day we will make up for it and you’ll be mine all mine
Thoughts, memories, clouds in the sky
Planes, buses and trains flying by
Bugs, animals, funny jokes, and little pokes
Heartbreak is painful, and this we know…
Whatever you do, don’t let it dim you’re your glow
You’re here for a reason, by now this you should know
Time to sit back, catch up and let your spirit grow
Don’t mourn, don’t cry-just remember my eyes
I will always be around when you least surprise
The stars are wrapping up for the night, and the birds are entering flight
Get some rest my dear, everything is going to be alright

I made a wish for you and I
Slow dancing to Mazzy Star
Under the crescent moonlight
High off of your woodsy cologne
Drunk off of your tender kiss
A winter night of endless bliss
A touch of whimsy
A dash of wonder
A recipe for love
No longer do we need to wander
Our destination is clear
We’ve found our forever
We’ll fade into one another

Ascending flying high
Never wanna come down
Getting higher with the winds wings
Extended gliding with the air gusts
Levitating to new heights angelic & poetic.

People ask me why I smile. I usually say, “I can’t help it,” or “That’s just me.” However, I smile because sometimes I want to curse. I want to tell people off in ungodly ways. I smile because sometimes I am nervous and don’t know how to articulate my feelings. It becomes my natural defense to ease the anxiety I am feeling in my body. I smile because I was never taught how to address a situation without screaming or yelling, so I don’t want to cause a scene. I smile because a thought pops into my head that I know I shouldn’t say out loud, so I tell it to myself, making myself smile. I smile because I don’t know what else to do other than to put on a mask and be happy, to mask my feelings, to cover up my thoughts, to ease my pain, to be someone who lowers the tension. After all, who will get angry, be offended, or say something negative about a smile? So, if you want to know why I smile, it may be a litany of reasons, so you tell me why you think I am smiling because most times, I honestly don’t know. 

If we are to walk by faith and not by sight,
we must overcome fear with all of our might.
Knowing that the most high does not give us a spirit of fear
we stand on to the promises of Hope we hold dear
Being a conqueror is not for the selfish or weak
With each guided step it is strength that we seek
For this world is full of tribulations and trials
We must be overcomers of life for awhile
and keep on living strong as best as we can
Loving ourselves and others across this land
Standing up to injustice and evil with heart
Shining our light in all places to overcome the dark
Speaking the truth and Standing on divine faith
our voice must bring change as the world may break
We will solider on together with our heads held high
We will experience choas in this world until our spirits meet the sky
Yet together we must face and confront our fears
As we gather in fellowship to help wipe each other’s tears
For we are all spiritual beings living a physical life
We must have courage when dealing with obstacles and strife.
We shall overcome and this too shall pass
We must tell ourselves these affirmations to last.
We can’t conquer that which we don’t face
And sometimes fear can have its own place.
But fear is not a space for us in dwell in
We have places to go and people to pour in
There is no failure in The Most High after all
So Warriors pick yourselves up and answer the call.

Dear Unsealers,

As I write this post, it’s 5:45 AM on January 1st. Daybreak hasn’t happened yet.

But the smoke has cleared from last night’s celebrations, and blue skies appear.

I hope that 2025 is a good year for all of us. A year that’s filled with all the joys and minimal difficulties.

To that end, this is my welcome to January and the year itself:

At midnight on New Year’s Eve
A new day, month, and year begin

365 new days have arrived
With renewed optimism and joy

A reminder for 2025 and beyond…

Every day is a wonder to behold
Be the light that spreads out into the world

Wherever your pursuits lead
I’m cheering you on all the way

For the days of Auld Lang Syne
A toast, with all the cups of kindness yet

I wish everyone, everywhere
A Happy New Year!

Another physical year
About to pass on.
This leap year
Flew by,
Seemed
Like. A Hop, Skip & a jump,
I guess some of us needed
That extra day.
See you next February 29th.

The tree is still lit,
the walls are adorned.
We celebrated the day,
our savior was born.

The gifts are all opened,
The presents are done.
The family dinner,
is now left-overs for one.

Everyone got home,
safe and sound.
There’s still a few shreds,
of wrapping on the ground.

The house is so still,
everything is quiet.
I can hear my heart break,
amid all the silence.

I already miss it,
having my family all there.
The sound of their laughter,
filling the air.

But life must go on,
the world keeps on spinnin’!
I wish it would stop,
or slow down for a minute.

Going back to work,
feels somewhat surreal.
Coworkers are great,
but family is real.

One thing I’ve learned,
as I’ve gotten older;
The worst part of Christmas,
Is when it is over.

I will stitch a world from my verses,
Sewing these words of confidence into your hair like flower crowns of daisies.
To join these joints into sockets that would complete rivers.

This isn’t the story of Pangea.
It’s the tale of a seam unbroken,
Where each chain stitch holds together pieces of pain and hope.

A prick of sorrow, a stab of truth,
Threads unraveling, yet I sew them anew.

Binding scars into patterns, weaving triumphs through the cracks,
Every loop and knot a map of survival—
A tapestry of me, of you, of us.

Finally getting to a point
Of not giving too much
Attention to these fucked
Up situations. Everything happens
For a reason and I’m thankful
For my new found love!
No, it’s not a person.
It’s my art formation. Helps
Me alleviate some of the anger
Or sadness also helps me
Express when I’m ecstatic.
These fucked up situations
Only leads to new content.
So I guess instead of getting mad
About it I’ll start to give thanks.
So thanks to every situation that
Lead me to writing.

Love comes in many
Forms it doesn’t
Have to be sexual.
The concept of love
Is different for each and
Everyone of us.
Some love to touch
While others love to talk
Hear the reassuring sound
Of certain and specific sounds.
From the words that come out.
Love is expensive and expressive.
It’s addictive but don’t get it twisted,
The words “I LOVE YOU” don’t mean shit.
If it’s not coming from the right person.
Love is a feeling that is revealing through
The ears, the eyes, can be touched from
Vibrations of the frequency of the voice.
Once you hear that certain noise,
Ears perk up like a dog, now you’re filled
With joy. Even the scent can bring some
Love as your brain ignites and triggers
A wonderful feeling from inside.
Love struck like lightning from deep
Inside my mind, I had to express Myself.
I’ve felt love from plenty.
I’ve showed love also experienced
& expressed it gradually.
Without loving myself how
Could I show it,
Love is diverse
& driven from Emotions.