I was born with a disability called Cerebral Palsy, but I do not let it define me.

Born & raised in Queens, New York. I have lived a quarter of a century. June Cancer; so I'm a baby born in the warm embrace of Helen's Summer, however I have a thing for Jane Frost's icey grip.

I'm a published Poet, Aspiring comic book creator, I'm sort of working on two movie scripts and I would like to get into writing plays. As you can see I love to write. College Graduate(I have an AA in Criminal Justice; which was a bad idea because all I want to do with my life is write).

I love ink on my skin(working on my left full sleeve, 5 up and down my right arm and chest tattoo), Levi Jeans, Vans sneakers. I love all kinds of music(Rock, Alternative & Punk are my preferred genres). I have a real weakness for musicians but most of all female Poets(add an English accent and I drool, haha seriously I need a bib).

Favorite Poets/Pieces(Not in any order)
Gil Scott-Heron-Work For Peace


Justinah McFadden-Tiger Woods(I Think That's the title)

Edgar Allan Poe-The Raven

Langston Hughes-Let America Be America Again

Tupac Shakur-The Rose That Grew From The Concrete, Jada

Robert Frost-Lockless Door

John "Chance" Acevedo-"Cows Killed My Daddy"

Maya Angelou- Life Doesn't Threathen Me

I am also a published author; if you would like to know where my book can be purchased, feel free to message me.

Every piece of poetry on this blog is copy written so please, don't steal my shit.

23rd April 2014


Anonymous asked: Whats your opinion on the word "love?"

Assuming you’re speaking of romantic love…

I believe it exists but it’s not something I’ve ever experienced. Wait let me explain… I’ve been in love, I’ve given love but I have yet to truly be on the receiving end.

How tragic is that?

23rd April 2014



You should send some :D

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23rd April 2014

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I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.
— (via squidkneee)

Tagged: gift and a curse

Source: mourningmelody

23rd April 2014

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It’s always best to let go of those who don’t hold on to you.
— Someone’s said this before me, I just don’t know who.

Tagged: truthquotesrelationshiprelatable

23rd April 2014

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You can only be put back together when you conquer what tore you apart.
— William Chapman (via aestheticintrovert)

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22nd April 2014

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Questions that need answered .

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Source: theblackguyoncommunity

22nd April 2014

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Someone bring me whiskey. I ran out.

Honey Whiskey okay?

22nd April 2014

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I can’t have casual sex and it’s not because I’ve only had sex with one person. When I give myself, I give all of me. I can’t give my body without giving my heart and mind and soul. I wonder when I’ll feel comfortable to open up on that level again.

"that ​casual shit never appealed to me,
You ain’t in my mind so you cant imagine how real it be” - Joe Budden

Tagged: 🙌

22nd April 2014

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Reap Me (20/30)


I’d die happily
if my soul was put to rest by your hands
death would seem more enjoyable
because you touched me one last time
that’s all I could ever ask for
to be in your arms as I let out my last breath
this I hope you understand.


22nd April 2014

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My next poem update was inspired from reading one of thespokenpoet poems so I decided to write my own spin-off in dedication to a fellow poet.

22nd April 2014

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Send me more questions/anons I’ll answer anything

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22nd April 2014

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Soul pieces

Those tiny sharp
broken pieces of your soul
I want to piece them back together
I want to make you whole.
I don’t care if my fingers bleed.

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