I know I haven’t been on here as much, but I’ve been taking a break since I went back to school this semester, and of course working on top of that. Plus, I have been looking into other creative projects that’s been preoccupying my time, so prepare to see some new stuff.
Also, I’ve decided that I’ll be deleting some of my old poems on here. Everyday my writing is changing and growing with me. I just…don’t care about them enough to keep them. Hope you understand.
To’Wednesday Sibley/ Day Sibley
broken bond when one
lies of little things they lie
about everything !
— Day Sibley
June 7, 2017
waves of light
this is what it feels like to die.
— day sibley, cardiac arrest
in the pit of my stomach
has never failed me before,
why would it now?
i hope it does.
— day sibley, intuition
you and the wild are one. longing/ brewing/ waiting to be liberated.
relinquish all/ that has been repressed. thrive in danger/ take flight/
dare/ seize the adventures/ one would cower to.
I cry a lot now
because I wasn’t allowed
in my past life.
—To’Wednesday Sibley, Untitled 69
I’m scared for my country.
It belongs to rough pale masculine
hands breed to pillage and take with
straightforward tongue, twisted dominance.
Its leaders reflect that of a parent to a child.
Showing pain cloaked and ready for war.
Let this country mirror the fool or the
devil who acts like a saint!
I am paying
for sins I did in the past
but don’t remember.
I couldn’t fit your superficial
idea of me.