The Pulse of the day is Raury. Introducing the beautiful soul, Raury Allan Poe aka Raury. I am a little bias with this spotlight, he is from my favorite place on earth, East Atlanta (the mecca of artsy-fartsy afro-hippies)! This 18 year old wildflower is putting the beauty back into music. His debut album came…
Moments of silence for the moments of violence. I refuse to let the state of our nation alter the state of my heart. Like a sunflower, I will always follow the light, so that when darkness approaches I can still feel its warmth. I am the indigo child they have warned you about. The millennium…
red wrists, red wrists!oh, red wrist!how I missthe blissyou bring when pissedand shit.red is the warmestwhen pain is the deepest.red is satisfyingwhen I grow weak.heart is heavy and my future seems bleak red wrists, red wristsoh red wrists!penetrated layers, scarredhealing turns into infections.the contrast in complexion.deceptionconfused by perspectivenothing left to beckon red wrists, red wrists!oh, red wrist!circulates hurtand yet sweet reliefa…
I love you.I care for you.I fucked you when you ask…And yet I feel trapped. Trapped in this circular pattern.Giving my all, but all isn’t given back.I’m conflicted and confusedI feel used and abused.Taken lightly is the termI say a lot, but you hear empty words.How do you communicate with the deaf?How can I force…
Inhale the color green while your eyes and mind widen to the hidden truths around you.With the realization of perspective, you begin to comprehend the human cosmo connection as the unity of the universe.As you exhale, a piece of your soul escapes in the form of smoke, in exchange clarity is given.The complexity of the…
As you return to love, I shall fade to black.Everything that once was, must now revert back.It’s not complicated, eerily simpleAnd yet, I feel uneasyFrog in my throat, queasyBut please see,My choices to come are just a reflection of me
The raindrops make hollow pitter patters in my faint existence. In a sea of many, I am none. I fade away as soon as I’m acknowledged, so consumed by my thoughts I can’t bare reality. The crisp air reminds me of the sting of silence. The silence of insignificance. I stand two feet away yet…
