Premonitory Funk

Chasing dreams catching nightmares Trapped in the curse of good intent Ignoring the cautionary tales Welcoming the suspense Voices Voices Voices in my head shoving the blame in every direction you knew! No, you knew! We knew! We had protection Our peace our craft our spirituality our vision… All exposed and tainted because of one…

Dear Aquarius III

I am a true Aquarius to the depth of my core, but for the past couple of months I’ve felt more like an Aquarius than I ever have before. I haven’t done one of these segments in a while, I suppose I was too busy out there being a damn Aquarius, loll – one can…

Four Little Words

It’s Tuesday night, and I could probably think of a million other things that I should be doing right now, but I’ve placed my life on pause for a good reason this time – she’s worth it, but what about my dreams? No, no it doesn’t matter; my talent won’t vanish. I wonder does she…

50 Words of My Truth VI

I accept truth in all forms, even when its formed into a thousand daggers to the heart. The truth that I’ve been avoiding and had been guarded from, is the very truth that set me free. Tomorrow I can breathe a little more deeply on my healing path. Thank you.

Vigorous Flame

  From dust we become, to dust we return on this vicious cycle of love Will I forever be burned? Can I, infact call it love when love itself has no aim for destruction? Fear resides behind the very idea of this spontaneous combustion Then again, I ask What is love without it’s soaring, vigorous…

50 Words of My Truth V 

If I let you borrow my eyes for one day, you’d probably go blind. If I let you borrow my thoughts for just a brief moment, you’d probably lose your mind. No wonder you can’t see me, no wonder you can’t hear me, but I do exist beyond this flesh… Written by Tamica Nicole ©…

Coffee Beans

What is it about the smell of fresh coffee beans, the sound of tiny stirring spoons hitting porcelain mugs ever so subtlety, and the muffled murmurs of universal conversation that get the senses aroused? I looked outside the window of my favorite coffee shop upon the congested street and shuttered at the thought of reality…

50 Words of My Truth IV

I’ve always accommodated to jejune people who never could compliment my whole. The trial and error of a polymathic loner’s path, I suppose. To be honest, “I always wanted a wise elder to guide me; always wanted a partner who makes me better. It’s become apparent that I am both.” Written by Tamica Nicole ©…

50 Words of My Truth III

I question so heavily what is actually genuine nowadays. People’s words and actions are merely sprinkled for a season – if that long, and then they fade quicker than they appeared. What gives? I personally was always taught that something truly solid, truly genuine can’t possibly be broken so easily. Written by Tamica Nicole ©…

50 Words of My Truth II

I’m big on loving unconditionally, but now I’m realizing that I can’t bend so much that I’m not being poured into and fed the way I need to. I can do a mediocre relationship with just about anyone,  but I want something magical; something my soul refuses to compromise on. P.S. – Thank you Tiffani….

50 Words of My Truth I

All I want is something real, but I’m trapped in a world where people go above and beyond to hide from themselves; masquerading in their blissful chaos and transferring self-inflicted pain from one person to the next. How can I expect to find real in a world full of fake? Written by Tamica Nicole ©…