Enjoy listening to my feature poem on sound cloud. I am discovering a new voice-sound . I used to perform poetry in Houston, Texas and Riverside, California. Now, I am proud to be getting back into the arts. Let me know how it sounds!
Everytime I`m with him when he smiles, I think that I could die
In my coffin, carry me with tin arms
level me up in the sky, not the ground where
dirt is cold and hot simultaneously
Dip the roses like jam in the joy I felt with him when I was alive, then place
them on top of my dead heart so that I may