Heart went up in smoke.
Then turned cold,
Watching time unfold
As I inhale & exhale.
Observing the twists & turns
Of my vapors fading.
Just an observation, manipulating
“My space” through
(Time) as i Emit energy.
Particles partially fading
In a particular way.
To capture a picture.
Would be soo… captivating.
“Slow motion” catching a glimpse
Of 《time》 fading.

Time collapsed, reached
That destination.
Time to take it further.
Contemplating and recalculating
With another goal to reach.
Time consuming with
Work, reading & writing
Wonders of where to venture off to next.
Feet firmly planted trying to stay one step Ahead, staying in the moment & mixed past
Times for the “future” in the present.
Tenacious Times fall with a gift.

One day
I’ll have all that I need
And I won’t have to stress
About making it to
Tomorrow
In one piece.

One day
I’ll be on the beach
Sipping on margaritas
And working on that tan
Without it becoming a
Red lobster burn.

One day
Is all I need
To have my day
In the sun,
To finally be
THAT person.

One day
There won’t be
A Climate of Fear
Choking me
Every time I dare
To speak against horror.

One day
We’ll all realize
The preciousness of sharing
This finite world
And finally work for
The sake of preserving
Life great and small.

One day
Is perhaps the
Single worst word pairing
In the English language.
It’s a panacea at best.
A half hearted no at worst.

One day
Hangs loosely in
The future
As I finish this.
I’ll say it less
Someday. One day.

Planting a royal tree,
It blossoms with love
Grown with loyalty.
Sprouted in the darkness.
With the crown loving the light.
Rooted in nature, with water
Becoming bigger & stronger.
Benefits from the Fruits of my labor.
Self love being plucked and enjoyed
New roots & branches being exploited.

Vulnerable with some,
Assertive with respect.
Loud with boundaries,
Insecure with experience
Determined with patience.

As I lay to sleep crowded of fear.
Full of sadness.
Jammed with uncertainty.
I wake loaded with courage.
Bursting of bravery.
Packed with vulnerability.

My phone is filled with notes
A continuation of fragmented phrases pieced together with intention
Folding neatly within each other
Yet so scattered
As I continue on this journey to clarification
Love
I bring up the word love
The feeling of the word love
four letters depicting emotion
Viewing the world differently because of it
I know my love is near
Arms reached out in eye range
Filled with the feeling
Overflowing with thought
Joy fills my notes
Although these fragmented phrases run across my phone
In due time it will all make sense and all the pieces will be where they need to be.

i lie on my back staring at the ceiling,
waiting for the numbness to crawl in,
but the world fades instead,
the air thins, and i hear it breathing.

from the corner she unfurls,
a shadow too wide for the room,
her hollow face sinks beside me,
her gaze pins me to the mattress.
i do not move.

the walls buckle as he arrives,
his limbs bending to fit,
grinning like he knows how small i am here.

his fingers scrape down the plaster,
the sound breaks into me,
a weight settles in my ribs.
every inhale feels stolen,
the room shrinks and i cannot scream.

i escape to reality,
my gaze jolts from corner to corner,
there’s nothing left and no one here,
yet my skin stills stings from the burn of eyesight; i will not be sleeping tonight.

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

We dance in joyful essence as a group
We gather in robust laughter as a family
We shoulder the duties of work diligently as partners
We cook in companionable camaraderie
But why do we cry alone

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.

Imposter Syndrome, it’s real.
The more I step out of that silent box, the more my inner critic tries to peek through.
The more I raise my voice for my truth, that burden of “silence protects” tries to scream louder than before.
I’ve held my breath for far too long.
Bit my tongue more times than I should “to keep the peace.”
I’ve stood frozen in spots I should have walked away from.
Acknowledging what was is not what is has been a work in progress.
These mini steps that have turned into big steps have been exhausting yet fulfilling.

Imposter Syndrome, it’s real.
It does not define me, nor will ever define my character. I will not allow such. This voice will now be told across all the noise.
My truth will inspire.
I will gracefully inhale and exhale this breath of mine.
My tongue will no longer hold scars.
I will no longer stand frozen, for I’ve defrosted a long time ago.
What was is just that, was. What is, is just that, is.
These big steps I’ve created have gotten me so far. To this moment.
Bigger steps are being made.

Imposter Syndrome, it is real.
But, it is not me!

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!