Author: Charleston Poets

You say I dreamed it.
You say I dreamed when he slid his hand up my silhouette.
When he caressed my nipple as he does yours when it’s dark at night.

You say I dreamed seeing the white blur of his shirt crawl on top of me.
And he caressed my carcass.
As I lie there frozen in fear.

Perhaps you say I dreamed it for you’ve dreamed your own life.
You’ve dreamed to forget how your legs spread for boys who could only take you for what you were.
A pleasure tool. A whore without a cause.

But you see,
You and me.
We aren’t so different.
You were once the woman I am.
Chasing the thrill and
seeking the pleasure.
Now you say you’ve grown,
as a flower grows,
peeking above the rest.
You think your perspective is different up there.
You think you’re taller,
more intelligent,
too good to chase
the thrill any longer.

Maybe you’re terrified.
Terrified of what would happen
if that white blur
actually became still.
If what I saw and
what I felt was real.
Then how would that flower change?
Would it cower because
it’s source of power
had blown away in the breeze, carefree,
not owned by its possessor?

Would you wilt,
would you wither
as you appear to do now?
Would you say
I dreamed a dream or that life became too real?


I feel like, in a past life
I was a drummer. And in
another past life I was a
dolphin. And, in between
those two former existences
I was a hexagon that wanted
to be a circle.

I can feel it,
coursing through, within,
like an undercurrent that cannot be sensed,
cannot be caught on radar
unless by casual curiosity:
a blasé desire to consider
the commonality in the
intangible, the metaphysical;
to breathe life into a simple moment,
into a feeling;
to give shape to a sensation:
a vanilla daydream,
an instance of imaginative brevity,
all of which are dealt with
a sort of colloquial reverence.

Soothe my soul like the cool side of the pillow, Like a cool crisp early October morning,Like good news right on time, A feeling that doesn’t have to be explained because we’re on one accord, Like we can afford to waste anymore time,
Ease my mind
Refresh my spirit,
Make me want to live with fervor, Live life with a renewed purpose, Purposely passionately running towards destiny, To a place we have plenty but we aren’t complacent, The moon and stars are our basement as we reach higher together, Arms wrapped around forever like a last first embrace, Too excited to hold on and yet scared to let go,
Ease my mind
Tell me I’m your last first thought,
Tell me I’m needed like air,
Tell me I’m hidden in your purpose,
Tell me I’m your best friend,
Tell me I was a terrible mistake that was so right,
Tell me you are sad when we fight,
Tell me I’m sexy,intelligent,irresistible
Tell me you love me,
And I don’t question it,

Ease my mind

The color of my skin is Despair.
It cries a flooding river.
Screams no words, only feelings.
Feels only pain.
Despair cloakes my eyes and wilts my soul.
Murky dreary gloomy are my home.

I don’t want you to know what I feel inside,
But despite this I want to be reconciled.
Too petrified to talk,
Despair’s language is fear.
What if you don’t like what you hear?

You can’t understand what you haven’t been told.
Dad, no wonder our relationship is so cold.
Scamper off joyful mother, defiance leads the way.
There is no clean air, for I only breathe Despair.

Inside this golden egg,
Isn’t the student you treasure.
Why tarnish when you can shine?
I’m just leaving the real me behind.

Is this why I can’t breathe?
Is this the cause of my anxiety?
Despair forever surrounding me.
Bottomless pit of stomping butterflies,
The more I think about them, the more they multiply.
Not good enough, too skinny, more more more insecurities….


I’m trying something new.
Despair, loosen your hold.
Be honest, girl, be bold.
It’s okay if your truth doesn’t fit into society’s mold.

The strength required
is already within you.
Eradicate Despair forever.

Rainbows paint the golden glistening sky,
The flood is drying up and I can see the sun.
My soul is flourishing.

“Why is my life so full of pain”, he asked?
Boy hush u only nine what you know about sadness?
See now I been out in the rain.. I know about some things.
Like when your mother die and they tell you not to try cry…
Or when your so called husband beat u bc he just floating by yea I seen some things…
I seen the big yellow sun shine so brightly while a friend of mine was being killed so violently.
But ma I don’t mean to cut u off but I go through some things..
Like when my best friend got bruises on his back the one with holes in all 3 slacks.
Or when he come spend the night but really it’s because he don’t have lights..
And I hate it when he don’t eat over the weekend till Monday..
But it’s only because his mother don’t give a fuck and his dad is some whacked out nut..
See ma I been out in the rain…I know about some things…

It’s not always easy

To smile in a crowd

To forgive when it hurts

Or stay quiet when its loud

Quite contrary to popular belief

That a black man could one day be

His family’s guide out of poverty

Oh how I hope that’s me

Unfortunate that it would be

That his best friend would be locked away

It’s been over 2 years now

Since his brother graced the ground of the penitentiary

As for his dreams, they’re somehow coming true

In the mist of his disarray

Level headed, goal oriented but don’t think he’s perfect

Most of us are built that way

But his face reveals the stripes that are

So deeply imprinted on his back

And the tears he cries are the evidence of hurt he feels

When he thinks of loved ones he can’t bring back

Now the only mission left on this side

Is to keep young people awoken

And he knows that he must do this

Even in the midst of being broken

Having thrown the dice and bellied up,
How now do I feel?
Mostly empty,
A heavy stone in my chest,
Doubting many things but one,
I was right.

Not a lot of consolation,
But perhaps a salvation.
Knowing better now
That I can always keep going.
I figure she
Really lost, but don’t
Really know.

I find it doesn’t matter, and
It always matters.
To offer what you have
In innocence and trust,
To risk, to give, even
To lose,
Is to live ever on the edge,
Lungs Full
Of Anticipated Laughter.

Michael Tidwell

Endless colors reflect in the glass
Thru the shadows
Behind the barman’s shoulder,
Which moves with the rhythm
Of glasses being dried.

On the left speaks a man
With a loud tie and voice,
Of big deals made and
Small opponents beaten,
Impressing his son’s date
But boring his wife.

On the next stool over
Is a homely man,
Tall even when sitting.
He writes on a napkin
Of something sad or lost,
For one can read the words on his face.

At the end of the bar top
Drink three young men,
Smiling fraudulently at
The women who are not there.

Filling the candled tables
Sit a living spectrum
Of dreams, fear, desire;
Of every emotion of Life,
Submerged, hidden,
To be played in the game
As needed.

At the center, drink empty,
One man observes, alone.
Standing, he pays the tab,
Then runs to the car
In the rain.

Michael Tidwell

She touched my heart with her finger, I didn’t see it coming…
She flashed a smile and blinked her eye, letting me know her desires…
I cracked a half-ass smile and let her know I am interested now what I asked…
Nothing more was said so I followed her lead what I found was that damn love bug shot me in my ass…
Called it love at first sight, hey I called God that blow my mind
She called me “Boo” and I responded with Bae…
Shit I thought I was through with that part of life, she brought “him” out and “him” was excited finally “him” found his favor…
How she touched my heart with her finger, we talked for hours I realized she was my destiny…
Wow! She touched my heart with her finger, I never seen it coming…
Shot by the love bug…
Had to take a minute to reflect with my God, I said God is she the one you chose for me?
God replied you never seen it coming she touched your heart with her finger…

The world was once new and full of potential
The years flowed like water in a stream
Mankind built amazing civilizations
We fought and died on battlefields
We reached for the stars
The world saw both great time and horrible times
The world never stands still and neither should we
We will always endeavor to make this world a better place to live in
We must remember one fact
Nothing is ever promised or guaranteed in this ever changing world


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