Poems from Lloyd M Coakley II

I didn't discover poetry, my "tall drink of water" until my senior year in high school, and like Spoken Reasons said, after 16 long years, "I was given the choice to drink, or die." My name is Lloyd Milton Coakley II, parents Lloyd Milton Coakley Sr. and Korveena Trachelle Brown. I grew up in Edwardsville, Illinois living with my maternal grandparents, Charles Brown Sr. and Senoria Brown. I suppose lived a fairly abnormal childhood in that while both my parents lived near and honestly had very close interaction with me, I lived with my grandparents up until the summer of my junior year of high school. To describe who I am you would have to mix equal parts art and craft, a sprinkling of theatre, a dash of fine literature, and bake in the core of the Earth for 16 years. I say that to say this, for the most part I am an extremely pleasant person and very jovial, but I am also intensely protective of those I care about. Then, of course, there’s my 8 year-old little sister, Sarah, who is the most important thing in the world to me and still thinks she can beat up her big brother.
Just. Friends. You said it with such ease, Wrote me off, Like nothing ever existed, You know what really got to me, You expected me to be...
There is no feeling, Quite like the moments before you step on stage, In front of a packed house, Your stage director looks at you and says...
I turned the dully gleaming key as the soft “click” of the lock turning over echoed inside my head. The mahogany door creaked open to...
One Friday morning, I took a taxi through quiet Cairo streets, The city's ancient Coptic quarter, Families strolled hand-in-hand down a...
War has a way of spreading itself, Like wildfire, Metastasizing into the collective consciousness of a people, Young AND old alike,...

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