The way I puff my afro.The way I pout my lips and smile.It’s in the way I walkThe way I talkHow loud I laugh and how silently I cryIt’s who I am. What you don’t see.It’s my energyMy spiritMy light shining from the inside – out.
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Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
There are mornings When I don’t rise and shine I just roll out of bed In hopes to pass some time. There are afternoons When I lose sight of the sun And time feels a little darker But from time, we cannot run There are nights When I can’t fall asleep I just stare atContinue reading “Cloudy days (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Some Days
Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I smile. Most times I’m hurt, broken and bruised. Other times I laugh, out loud in amusement of the lies I make myself believe. Some days are grey. Most days are true. This feeling ain’t new. But I pick up my pieces and try this again because sometimes one step isContinue reading “Some Days”
Falling Sands (A poem by Phanuel and Tessie)
Twenty eight more chances Time has gifted. Hourglass turned Sands subtly shifted. So I take a moment and watch the sand shift down the hourglass. Each speck representing the wrinkles on my face writing the narrative of the memories we made. And memories we’re yet to make, A story untold A handful of feelings unresolvedContinue reading “Falling Sands (A poem by Phanuel and Tessie)”
Darker Nights (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
Darker nights, And only but flashes of light. Drops of rain, Bits of joy and bits of pain, Strokes of ink, And thoughts to think. Words to write and unwrite; Oh how dark this night… By : Phanuel Ayelum.
I in art (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
My violin Is a tool With which I make my emotions More audible to you My pencil Is a wand For placing my imagination Magically before my hand My keyboard Is the technology That allows me to plug my thoughts Into your mind effectively And my pen Is a mirror That allows me to seeContinue reading “I in art (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Afterglow (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
There is still light Moments after dark. A faint shimmer Fading slowly Into oblivion Begging to be seen. And I see it. By : Phanuel Ayelum
Lovely anguish
You often hurt me More than you will ever know It’s quite fascinating to consider How you can be my hearts desire And my soul’s greatest foe By : Phanuel Ayelum
Inspiration (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
Inspiration is sacred A dose of divinity Unquantifiable potential energy A spark for creativity Inspiration is sacred By : Phanuel Ayelum
Pre-zen-t (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
I wonder what it’s like To live in the present To be fully absorbed by A single moment I often imagine it As a feeling of pure bliss Absolute engagement Devoid of anxiety and stress To let go of the past To stress even less about the future To master both in the present AsContinue reading “Pre-zen-t (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”