“Broken Chords”

“Broken chords” Copyright Khalilah Yasmin 2017 In love with the man that sits behind the piano. He sings his soul in bass, alto soprano. Ammo, his gun he shoots with no blanks, He prays to his version of God but it’s me that he thanks … And I bid him welcome with my Adieu. My […]


Thank you all for your patience, love, and support. I have officially published my first fiction, psych-thriller novel and it is available on Amazon.com. Fiction-Psychological A tale of serendipity & misfortune; chiseled by a mind fuck that you won’t see coming. A fast paced, sensually-charged observation of the human condition meant to taunt your perceptions […]

Radiant Inc.

“The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you […]

Incipient with Audio

‘Incipient’ Copyright 2016 KhalilahYasmin.com Straddling the line between friendship & love, I’m losing my balance. Ceremoniously, I’ve offered my heart wringing its blood in your chalice. Alice, I am- in a wonderland that I never considered before. Paralleling this world the entire time, yet I had never explored. Your lips and your eyes upon mine […]


“911” Khalilah Yasmin Copyright 2016 Self defense, 18 years later but not too late. Come near me & I promise that death is your fate. I refuse to be another sacrifice to Satan you made. If only the grim reaper was willing to make a fair trade. Praying to God as a resident from heaven […]

‘BLACK AMERICAN’ – with audio

  What is it like to be Black in America? Constantly being told that you’re not enough. Constantly being told you have to change some natural aspect of yourself to be even barely accepted. Guilty before proven innocent. Assumed not to have class or decency… because in the eyes of many, ‘Darker Skin’ is not […]

Seven Hundred and Fourteen

It’s been seven hundred and fourteen days since you went away. Delusional believing I hide it well, yet think about you every. day.   It’s been seven hundred and forty days since I last held you close. Some days I think I’m going crazy…. And can feel your ghost.   Beside me… as I write […]