If my thoughts
Of you
Were accounted
As visits, would you
Still miss me?
-Dante
Would You…?
If my thoughts
Of you
Were accounted
As visits, would you
Still miss me?
-Dante
#NoToRacism
Black, white, yellow,
No,
We’re people,
The world
That we live in
Hardly looks
Like a crayon box.
-Dante
Solitude.
In silence,
You’ll find me
Strangling pessimism
In the darkest depths
Of my making.
-Dante
Our Hearts.
Poor decisions
Are not always
Intentional,
Until you start
Playing skip rope
With the tether
That connects
Our hearts.
-Dante
Daily Post – The Golden Hour.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Golden Hour.”
6:00AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00AM bedtime?
– I’m pretty sure this poem will answer the question:Â A Taste of First Light
-Dante
Determination.
Content,
With anything but
Giving up.
-Dante
Foray.
Rays reflective
Of a light
Nearing its end days,
The moon
Divided and conquered
By a pigment
Of cotton clouds.
-Dante
O.D. 