Painting outside the lines

I’m tired, of losing all my colours, to a black stripe that does not embrace hard work and spirit.

Ayiti

Ayiti my soul wept when I saw you, And I’ve since forgotten you, but never in spirit..

Obzen

And now she’s outgrown this place and gone away..my obzen, a reflection of the moments that make this life worthwhile.

Friend

Friend If I cross the line, it cannot be undone Your hormones are talking to me And your touches no longer feel friendly And I, well I take any opportunity to get closer inside the gap made by our standing space I feel your stares and feel the warm impression they leave on my face … Continue reading Friend →

Love Symbol #2

Love Symbol #2 He sported a falsetto and hairy chest And danced like the floor was wet Drenched in rain that slicked his mane Full body jumpers and heels Caressing his guitar like the feminine and phallic symbol his ‘name’ changed to later on She’s handsome Or he’s beautiful Things are supposed to work a certain … Continue reading Love Symbol #2 →

day one

Water can only be held back for just so long.. that night became day one.

The Boxer

11th round, and body swole inside, 12th approaching, it's a fight for pride. Whether coach or trainer, manager or supporter, the boxer enters alone. Sweat underarm, breathing out psalms..'tuck left..jab right'..'duck..fight' shoulders weak but don't drop ‘em tired spirit but don't give in take the pain to the body this round is mine only me … Continue reading The Boxer →

Sunly

I must give up the pride of showing you what you’ve missed out. I show up everyday just to show you in every way, this is what you’ve said no to. You turned aside and didn’t see how lovely, my bright blues could haunt you. If you’d only have looked at me for just one … Continue reading Sunly →

Mad at myself

Mad at myself for letting the moment pass and every moment that ever was that was not because I did not own my space and claim the moment before it passed and not afterwards. - janberry.30Nov2018.midnight.. ..yet another moment in time. in my head plays::: My Way (Remix) - Fetty Wap ft Drake

On handling death

..death is like.. small talk.. when I have big concerns. Am I really just a wake? In the passing of a life? Like a tide.. That you just can’t get...over. - janberry