The last time we had sex, I came, to my senses. This thing that we have, you called it "friends with benefits", but really we're not friends, and the benefits are... debatable.
I asked people where they were from. I couldn't be more pleased by the results. Commaful truly reaches around the world!
If you haven't met me yet, good. I'd like it to stay like that for a while, while I figure some things out. But if you have met me, there's some things I feel I need to clear before you get the wrong...
A glimpse of another world that used to be mine.
Dedicated to the Black History Month, the poem "February" explores the strength and unrelenting spirit of the African Americans, the untold pain, confusion and mental unrest experienced by the Africa...
Soon as it dropped again, this hollow, this void befell my soul permanently this time around. The words literally sunk in letter by letter with a bold font as if to reinforce it all again. This proble...
my fight is one of my people
of my family
of my home
Welcome to the party! 70th featured!
This poem is an appreciation of the people, landscape, culture, and history of East Africa, my home. I was born and raised in Nairobi, Kenya, and in recent years I have had the opportunity to travel a...
by tbanarchy When some-or many-people think about the banjo, the usually think about the opening scene of that Deliverance flick where that creepy-ass hillbilly kid plays that "Dueling Banjos" song.
She’s lost her sense of self, forgotten what it’s like to be a sister, wife, mother to her children. She’s put all her eggs in a basket, in this marriage that doesn’t exist anymore. It’s almost as if ...
The place of my heart rather than my birthplace which is Canada
The beautiful bride for the world prepared,
by Europe's colonial powers divided.
Her priceless worth was seen and hardly spared;
hence the need to woo her was decided.
Two great superpowers made their...
The last time we had sex, I came, to my senses. This thing that we have, you called it "friends with benefits", but really we're not friends, and the benefits are... debatable.
I asked people where they were from. I couldn't be more pleased by the results. Commaful truly reaches around the world!
If you haven't met me yet, good. I'd like it to stay like that for a while, while I figure some things out. But if you have met me, there's some things I feel I need to clear before you get the wrong...
A glimpse of another world that used to be mine.
Dedicated to the Black History Month, the poem "February" explores the strength and unrelenting spirit of the African Americans, the untold pain, confusion and mental unrest experienced by the Africa...
Soon as it dropped again, this hollow, this void befell my soul permanently this time around. The words literally sunk in letter by letter with a bold font as if to reinforce it all again. This proble...
my fight is one of my people
of my family
of my home
Welcome to the party! 70th featured!
This poem is an appreciation of the people, landscape, culture, and history of East Africa, my home. I was born and raised in Nairobi, Kenya, and in recent years I have had the opportunity to travel a...
by tbanarchy When some-or many-people think about the banjo, the usually think about the opening scene of that Deliverance flick where that creepy-ass hillbilly kid plays that "Dueling Banjos" song.
She’s lost her sense of self, forgotten what it’s like to be a sister, wife, mother to her children. She’s put all her eggs in a basket, in this marriage that doesn’t exist anymore. It’s almost as if ...
The place of my heart rather than my birthplace which is Canada
The beautiful bride for the world prepared,
by Europe's colonial powers divided.
Her priceless worth was seen and hardly spared;
hence the need to woo her was decided.
Two great superpowers made their...