isaiah moses

  • November 1, 2017By isaiah moses

    This poem was written in a fit of rage. I wrote this a few years ago when I was recovering from a bout of unrequited love. I put my pen to paper and this came to me. It is meant to convey how difficult and complicated love truly is. Love is sometimes both amazing and terrible.

  • September 23, 2017By isaiah moses

    I remember my sister’s birth. I remember her pale skin, her silky hair, her small eyes that acted as a window between my mother and God. It is all still so fresh. The iridescent lights of the hospital will never be forgotten, nor will I be able to erase the taste of hospital food from

  • September 13, 2017By isaiah moses

    You didn’t drive today. You always drive, but today you didn’t. So I picked you up from behind the school, in a parking lot that seemed abandoned. “Can I feel safe with you?” you teased. As a new driver, I was used to this tired joke, but when you asked it, I laughed, and not

  • September 5, 2017By isaiah moses

    This is a poem about being the villain in a relationship. It’s about knowing you are doing everything wrong, and ultimately having to walk away. This is not meant to glorify being a terrible partner, but to show that sometimes it hurts to know you caused someone else pain.   It ended long before I

  • August 27, 2017By isaiah moses

    I have a lot of bad habits—some larger than the other. Recently I’ve been writing poems about these bad habits by pairing a habit that seems trivial with another habit that is more serious. This is my way of analyzing, owning, and making a conscious effort to fix my faults. Within this poem, I use

  • August 19, 2017By isaiah moses

    Tristan’s trembling hands grabbed the bottle of hair bleach. He was going from black to blonde. An impulse buy, which happened 30 minutes ago, was finally starting to hit him. He had brought a box of hair dye from the store, even though he only walked in to get a bag of potatoes. “What the

  • August 11, 2017By isaiah moses

     Spring time has always been my favorite season. Summer was too short, fall reminded me of death, and by winter my back ached from all the sadness that accumulated throughout the year. Spring was new, fresh. My year always seemed to reset in April. I guess that’s why the pain hit so hard.  “Tristan I–I

  • August 7, 2017By isaiah moses

    The Migos, Dave Chappelle, Charlemagne Tha God, and Katy Perry have all reached stardom in different fields. For the most part, these individuals have nothing in common. Except for the fact that they have publicly ridiculed the LGBTQ+ community without any real consequences brought upon them. These things always seem to go through the same