Built from Self-Care(The first time I cared for myself)You built me to become a tower of righteousnessTo fall on the make-believe and tell myselfI’m building false foundations and denying higher standards of livingYou said I was unable to push my surroundingsWell, I’ve been working on the same building You’ve been slacking on your work, as you hurt instead of fixedMy distasteful soul, my body f...

PLOT: A writer is confronted by the unexpected introduction of dangerous force. Written & directed by Abraham Fieldsend, "The Arch-enemy" is an original short film that uses metaphor to explore self-conflict commonly experienced by artists and creators. Copyright (c) 2020 Abraham Fieldsend.

Reflecting on my firstNot sure what direction to take itShould I speak about the first time I thought I was in love?Only to be cheated on repeatedlyVerbally abused that I still have insecurities ‘til todayIn hindsight, I was in a toxic relationshipThe things you learn from a situation like that are paramountMy only knowledge of love was the ones portrayed on movies screensNever saw an example o...

Here is a poem I recently wrote about my first boyfriend.  -white socks-white socks in your trainers white socksin your jockwhite socks on your feetwhite socks on your kneesin your jocknakedin your socksyour white sockson your back on your front in your white socks naked in your white socksyour white socks

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The moon reflects it's light against his  skin Makes him seem so much more beautiful then he's every been So alive So breathtaking  It's the way his skin shines Full of life and a future that seems too far but it's alright Mama tells him that hard work and a little prayer would make everything seem clearer Make their futures come sooner Black boys look blue under the moon light As they lay on b...

I've worn glasses for most of my life And for a few years when i went in for a check up my prescription would always change  Either because my vision was improving or because it wasn't And it was usually the latter  And for those who also wear glasses you know how it feels to get new prescription Blurry vision Headaches  Kinda woozy  But after a few days You got used to your new prescription an...

Peace was the damsel in distress  Being held by the beast and I just never seemed to be able to reach her in time to actually survive  Peace was a dream A blow of a candle  A wish The rub of a lamp A promise  But take caution   Because peace never came without caution New year dreams  Being free Not caring  Just hoping For the first time in a long time For peace Had it for a split second But it...

A series I started to explore loss and grief of versions of myself, relationships, people and memories. 

If I were to describe youWhile I was up late talking to the moonWhat would I tell him?Would I describe your features, and the way your eyes glisten when you laugh?Would I explain your past, and how you have endured so much pain learned the hard way?Would I tell him what your touch does to my heart, and how your arms around me pick up my broken pieces?Would I pour out everything I feel when I c...

Female. A disgusting word. Am I not more than what the textbooks make my body out to be? Am I not effeminate enough to wander beyond more than my shape? You call us irrational. Unstable.Dramatic.Sensitive. Female. But it is not you who is considered your own weakness. You are not privileged enough to walk alone at night Without the fear of plundering under our will Or being lucky to one day sit...

She used to experience a time passing in fast motionBut with every new grade reveals a new emotion.As she grows, the grand movie around her begins to dwindleWith some lost friendships she cannot rekindle.Even worse, she does not know what to expect Not just in school, but in herself, a much more vast subject.She sails through treacherous storms, no doubt.She holds the desire to jump overboard w...