Enjoy following the text to Part 2 of the Poet-Dome Spoken Word Poems written by me. – Imani “Clio” Lang I quenched water like a thirsty leech sitting at the disabled coffee table that has nail polish stains on it Alchemy seems to have all the answers, yet the sun is covering me with … More Bony Voices
Every morning I curl my hair and plan to take over the world, yet I’m stuck in your imagery, your paint and your pearls so you could win me over like oil burning crayons Every morning I plan to save these children yet when you yell at me I feel like a child-broken and crying … More A Dream, A Garden
I asked you a million times Then repeat for this millenia-thus getting nowhere Too busy stuck in time- feeling that I would die You say you hate it when I’m bummed, but do you really know what my oceans are saying? I’m writhing against your rocks begging to creep through the crevices of your land … More Who’s Cocoon is it?
Hello All Fellow Writers & Poets! I am proud to say that my first short story is being published soon on Kindle and Amazon. As copyrights are being applied to my original material a cover image for my ebook has just been finished.
Hands down, the 90s was the last great era of unforgettable music, talent, and melody tapestry that grunge had to offer. Between the riots, the end of the punk galore and metal taking over- this was a way for “Riot Grrrlllss” to take the throne. Besides R&B princesses such as TLC, Erykah Badu, Lauren Hill … More Who is Your Grunge Favorite?
I`m painstakingly aware of how I plucked you from the sky Sometimes our mountains clash, yet on top of those tips-we were able to build skyscrapers His love is connected to my fibers- our energies sing to the sounds of our slumbers, I`m terrified of how the universe had me pluck you from the … More As I Wait For Thy Arrival
Your`e a brown recluse with all those hate messages Its crazy- Im all conscious Well you know- as always I can`t breathe in the ground, but I could sing under water You`re a wounded warrior with all those scars I love it- as always I need the whereabouts of God Is He stuck by the … More Life on Planet Nine
There`s more trees in the world than thick skin; Thin bones walk these streets They result in poor character, but as the world gets older the heat rises up It`s a heartless paradox and the fairies laugh because their fruit is salty yet our brains crumble Statutes fall as our God is begging … More Who Feeds Us?
I’m afraid that the wake was last year instead of in fifty years To see my future is like a butterfly being able to see its metamorphosis I can’t shake the feeling of absence in my gut , the lonesome I feel without a daughter or son Inside this mind I’m a terrible host Inside … More January
One of the least discussed topics in America but is the one of the biggest causes of people lacking humanity. The fact that there is a report every ten seconds on a child abuse case is horrific and makes you think of every kid you knew in grade school that seemed a little off, quiet, … More Child Abuse