dedicated to everyone |
its becoming a nuisance now i am tired of telling this same storythe way it knows the shape of my mouthoh so welli used to have issues with trustnowadays it seems i trust anything thatwill care to l...
Posted by AJA-MONET on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 01:53:00 PST |
growing pains |
what a beautiful fool what a clumsy heart a boiling gut of steel and fragmented prayersa barking freedom song with no bite acid enough to melt these chains.a daughter may forget many thingsb...
Posted by AJA-MONET on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 02:05:00 PST |
marcus garvey park |
a little boy came up behind meon the swings todayoffered to push me into the aira tiny little thingenough to wish a hug around his mighty pridehow strong he believed he could be,to push me. old enough...
Posted by AJA-MONET on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 10:27:00 PST |
untitled |
For the mumbling eyes And gawking laughter,the fiery tongues and the malicious onesthere is a place after herewhere your buzzing whispersare never heardyour envious rants are worse than absurdand a G...
Posted by AJA-MONET on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 10:08:00 PST |
SOUNDBITES POETRY FESTIVAL!!!!!! TELL YOUR FRIENDS AND COME OUT!!! |
Come join Jive Poetic and Mahogany L. Browne for the first annual SOUNDBiTES Poetry Festival!!A 3-day event filled with writing workshops, Haiku Slam and $500 Poetry Slam! The featured artists confirm...
Posted by AJA-MONET on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 10:50:00 PST |
ree ree ree |
she told meher grandmotherlet hercook crackon the kitchen stove as she squeezed the blunt between midnight lipsexhaling a cloud of hoola-hoops twirling inthe air.the space between us...
Posted by AJA-MONET on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 12:45:00 PST |
teenage woman of warm color |
There is something that dies in a womanwhen she first bleeds.
Like week old flowerson the kitchen counter.nail clipped toes on the bathroom floorlump lush milk in the fridgemagazine cutouts of her tor...
Posted by AJA-MONET on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 12:36:00 PST |
commonplace |
i move so muchi feel as thoughi have no roots.
perhaps,i am restless.perhaps,i am this creatureof infinite excitement,a flame of drama,a flair of magic.perhaps,i am the space between the wind and you...
Posted by AJA-MONET on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 02:11:00 PST |
it was written |
God isn't the author of confusionand yetchaos chandeliers in my rib cagelike its in a ball roomceiling over my soul,memories floating beneath its light.
I was told,that even as deathrespects purp...
Posted by AJA-MONET on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 12:17:00 PST |
Angel, how funny God is. |
my first real kisswas with a boywho had the same nameas my father.
had i realized this soonerperhapsi could have laughed at Godas a child
perhaps my birththenwere even a victim of God's humor.my fathe...
Posted by AJA-MONET on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 01:36:00 PST |
