My Blood is Green Lbena T-Michael I think it’s sorta poetic to know you’ll never hear these words fall on the drums contained by your ears. And the love I had for you once has faded - months, and months, and months ago. I remember yelling; I was conflicted, ashamed, but my perspective shifted. Free from my anxieties, yet still tied to these thoughts. You see, I’m only human - I suppose. Letting your guard down makes you weak, weakened by the thought of you leaving. Now I’m st

To What Falls Between Lbena T-Michael To what falls between the cracks of the unknown grows a seed of hope, a breath of promise - or the...

To "Protect my Peace" Lbena T-Michael  Preface I hold my head under water. I struggle for air.  Picture me; The manifestation of my own...