My skin is wrinkled cloth Indigo paper child Sunburnt polyester Sixty percent cotton Interweaved with nylon Sunburnt polyester Sixty percent cotton Interweaved with nigga. Papa part of that too. Papa...

Bobby want a big gun Like all the other boys Always runnin da streets. Cause they told him to go Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill. Lenses locked, camera Isn’t rolling. bang. No Vest,...

Drowning in procrastination. Sinking in piles of pills, paint brushes, and papers. Waves of sleep and numbness keep pummeling me. I’m tired. I’m tired of being told how, when, what, and where. I...

Burn up the Writers By: Bugg, 10/31/16 If writing exposed people it would be illegal. That's why we have editors for our editors. That's why it's all done online now. They couldn't burn up all...

Nick turned five today, he hid behind a door in the hallway and jumped out as I walked by, laughing.   I get scared when people or things jump out at me. Sure everyone does, but I really hate it...

I read somewhere, maybe in my girlfriends’ Cosmo or some Buzzfeed list, that Dr. Pepper makes vaginas stink. Crazy Right? That would suck for me because I absolutely love that shit. Then...

ILY If I were to cut out my heart, I would use a lobster fork And a butter knife, Wipe it w/ a paper towel And take a pic. I’ll txt it 2 u So u can keep it 4ever.

Black Boy Black boy plays hooky Black boy runs Black boy got no love Black boy got no talent Black boy sprays his graffiti On a wall in Harlem A wall A wall in Harlem. Dream-stained bricks On...

The Right to Remain Silent A pecha kucha (Inspired by the iTunes top 20 chart) [Blank Space] When I was six years old My best friend was white. We smiled, laughed, And ran across the playground Trying...

I cannot speak now; Civility is at rest. quiet is no more Desire revealed the Silence ever prevails-- quieted Restraint  

Graduation comes and goes. The future is upon us. We will make it. Let stress fade away. Breathe and let the worry out. Take in the beauty of the world.

The endless monotony The struggling ticking of the clock The loud voices quiet me I linger endlessly The swelling of my throat engulfs my many words The tonality of tone The finality of final I...