No sleep in my eyes
Crying isn’t for the weak but for the stagnant
Insecurity and uncertainty
Built by the illusions of society
Committed to the lost pieces of my identity
To the person I always thought I would be
And introduce her to everyone who stood by me
And together we’ll bury the remnants of doubt
Today we’ll rewrite and rewire
Today we’ll fight for everything worth fighting for
By Shaun L.
Just like that, she was a “woman.”
179 seconds, dim lights, in the background was a bootleg movie that she was completely uninterested in, one stained white wife beater, a wasted night and an overactive imagination equated to her “womanhood. ” By the time he came back from the bathroom she was fully dressed. Her house keys were jingling in her hand.
This was a presumptuous, impulsive, stupid ass mistake. I waited 19 years for this?
This night was a contradiction to every R&B song she sang her heart out to. This night made urban fiction truly fiction with no fragment of truth or substance. This night made her long for the daylight. There was no fire, no spiritual awakening, no levitation, no communication and no connection. The only difference between now and 179 seconds prior was now she felt stupid.
Can you take me home now?
She hoped her facial expression asked the question without her having to part her lips. Suddenly he wasn’t funny or charming anymore. He was the accomplice to the theft of her innocence.
He asked her if she wanted to cuddle.
She stared silently but ferociously. Hoping her gaze would force his head to explode and leak gasoline that would fuel his car and autopilot her ass home. She had no intention of seeing him again. Poor unfortunate soul. He was a victim of her expectations.
He was her withered flower. A relaxing candlelit bath gone cold. A piping hot, fresh, homemade meal, with a roach in it. A new, high end, enviable automobile with no engine. A mattress with no sheets. A mylar balloon with a hole in it. A shoe with no sole. A jet with no pilot seat. A disappointment.
Just like that, she was a woman longing to be a girl again.
By: Shaun Liriano
Every muscle finds its resting place
The body’s largest organ pulsates in satisfaction and warmth
Eyes closed not to sleep but to explore endless dreams with interchangeable endings
Getting through this day was worth it, just to end up here
In this peace
In this stillness
In the complete sobriety of sanctuary
On April 8, 2016 we had an incredibly blessed night! Shaun Liriano Poetic Productions had a poetry showcase in Saint Albans Queens. I want to thank the performers and everyone who came out to support “Love is a Verb.” I can not articulate how amazing the experience was. The energy took my breath away. Stay tuned for more events and write me on Twitter @ShutyaMouthNow , Facebook Shaunee Liriano and subscribe to our BRAND NEW YouTube Shaun Liriano.
Serina Young is creative arts director of Synergism Dance Company. She began dancing at the age of 4 and continued to study dance at LIU. Her passion for the arts has led her to start her own dance company. Synergism provides the arts to artists of all ages and all levels.
Janessa Terry has been dancing with St Benedict School of Dance since 2005. She is an instructor in Brooklyn and also a high school mentor. Janessa is also an assistant teaching artist under the Urban Arts Partnership. She graduated Forest Hills High School in 2014.
James Jones Jr. is a musician, arranger, composer, vocalist and music director. He is also the VP of Jenjillus Music Corporation. James is the son of Jimmy “Handyman” Jones. James has music on Jango.com (Radio airplay), YouTube and Amazon. His new CD is entitled “Chains of Love.”
Carlin is a R&B /Pop singer , songwriter, and producer. You can check out his music at carlinsmusic.com.
He also has a radio show at BlogTalkRadio.
Chinna Njoku has been dancing since she was 7 years old under the direction of Mrs. Frances Rhymes and Mrs. Terri Rhymes-Lowery. She says, “I came in with two left feet and they molded me into the dancer and the woman I am today.”
Devin Olivas is a loving father, husband, and musician. He is a Queens native who enjoys the arts. Currently he is pursuing a degree in special education.
So much love in the building…
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I looked into my soul and you were there
Cruising as you would say
You were sorting through old bullshit and heartache and you were tossing it away
You were shoveling a pathway for yourself
Something safe for you to travel on
Something you couldn’t slip on
Something that couldn’t muddy your best boots
You sprinkled love so the ice wouldn’t freeze and make it too dangerous to get to me
You plowed through the fear and doubt, even the stuff you caused.
You were there.
When I reach for you, your body is warm.
Your breaths are deep and steady.
You are away tucked neatly in a space I cannot get to
Tucked away where I can only dream of finding the thoughts that make you cry or wake you up in cold sweats
You are away
Chilling in my soul.
Waiting for me to understand
While I wait for you to speak, to crumble, to be vulnerable or to be a shell of yourself
Just for now
As I search for you
You soul search within me
I scream to be seen
You close your eyes
We stand with our hearts glowing and bursting in our chests like a neon “open” sign in a store window.
Goodnight my love
By Shaun Nickens