lying in the dark, at hours past midnight i feel lost, alone. afraid. try as I might, i can't stop myself from falling prey, trapped with the demons. they're in my head. overwhelming worries, they overpower my faith, and I stumble as tears blind me, as strength evades, chaos ensues.
Black Publishing Power
Saw this very interesting post on instagram, and I loved it. While there is always a great time to support Black art and artists, now is one of the best times to do so. And while I am late with the discovery of the post, its never to late to share that I am a…
“Untitled : 6/13/2020” by Cortney Joseph
I think of you, dream of you, wonder where you are right now. I turn in circles, looking for you at every corner, wonder when will be the moment you walk in. I miss you, and I need you, hoping that I cross your mind as each day passes. I dream of…
Starting Over (Revamp/Intro) by Cortney Joseph
They say when God closes one door, he has another opened and waiting for you. A new life, fresh start with the fruits of everything you labored so hard for. He must have forgotten me and mine, skimmed and glossed over my life and it's work. Handed down the scraps of a barely there existence…
It’s A Tired-Ass Life (The Morning After Intro 2) by Cortney Joseph
"All she knew was GIMME, like I was made of money or some shit. Like she ain't choose this, like she ain't know it was nothing I came with. Some dreams require a lot more than money, and what I needed... her ass ain't have a drop of it." - Tyree N. Robinson High pitched shrills…
Tears of An Angel (The Morning After Intro 1) by Cortney Joseph
"If Cupid is a real entity, he was on some bullshit when he fired the arrows that matched me and Satan's spawn. I'm sure he sat back smiling, laughing in preparation for the tears he knew would come at dawn." - Angel E. Sinclaire It seemed that, as soon as one set of tears dried,…
“Enough” by Cortney Joseph
Tears from a weary heart Fall like rain with each name spoken For the precious lives stolen day after day Without consequence or justice. Will enough ever truly be enough Will there ever be a day we wake to The news of no more bloodshed, And no more pain inflicted on us?
“A Poem For You” by Cortney Joseph
time seems to have stopped, life frozen in place. yet it feels as if an eternity has passed since i've seen your face. i find myself lost in sorrow and tears, day after day. wonder if you've found peace in the heavenly fields where you lay.
WELCOME BACK!
Hi, it's been a while. In this new portion of my life's journey, I decided that I want to stop making a lot of excuses for why I do or do not remain consistent with my dreams, goals, etc. Life has happened, is happening. And a whole lot of it that I simply couldn't and…
“A Bottle A Day” by Cortney Joseph
A bottle a day keeps the heartache away, Or so I thought I heard someone say. Each sip reopens freshly healed wounds, drowning out good memories, clouding my mind with the pain of what will never be. Each sip leaves me clamoring for the return of a life now gone, stammering over sorrow filled…
