Poetry

Two sides to every story

Two sides to every story but when it comes to you, it always leads to one: you were my home-unfinished and undone, pieces were missing but that was what made me love you the most- the way i could look through you, like the clouds peaking through the sun. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bm8Zb70hkFM/?taken-by=amateur__poet

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inflorescence, night-bloomer

inflorescence & night-bloomer

      inflorescence- the process of flowering, the process of becoming more🌸 night-bloomer, dedicated to those who shine away from the limelight ✨ words that both wound and heal...   https://www.instagram.com/p/Bk-SbMhnXTt/?taken-by=amateur__poet   https://www.amazon.com/inflorescence-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson-ebook/dp/B078NYNTRJ/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1531879169&sr=8-2&keywords=mecca-amirah+jackson https://www.amazon.com/night-bloomer-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson-ebook/dp/B07DYLPR2S/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1531879169&sr=8-3&keywords=mecca-amirah+jackson

Poetry

i am ready to start over

ive finally found clarity... this new, alien feeling, i will treat it as if is it was a fledging tree. i will be tender with its root and I will sit back and watch with unparalleled awe at what i accomplished. green-thumb, green eyes darken to a lovely amber, i am ready to start over… Continue reading i am ready to start over

Poetry

and then you were gone…

i woke up and then you were gone- i searched high and low, beneath a waning tree, and by that boy’s house who once said he was going to marry me. maybe one day I’ll accept the truth: that a love that is honest and true scared you more than the demons whispering in my… Continue reading and then you were gone…

Poetry

stuck in the past

i think you are still stuck in the past; trapped in an endless sleep cycle of should have’s and maybe’s. it’s a treacherous thing, to fall asleep lonely; waking up facing the left side and your heart grumbling as if it’s hungry. but as of lately, instead of facing reality, you close your eyes and… Continue reading stuck in the past

Poems Based on Flowers, Poetry

buttercup

things are not what they seem; tangled roots and spirally stems, boast a bouquet of blossoms so harmless, they are scary. tread carefully, whispers the leaves, watchful and aimless, each blade of grass trembles at my mane of yellow petals and sweet- tasting rain. i am everlasting, i am forgotten in place of cheaper names,… Continue reading buttercup

Poetry

i spy

i spy a forgotten dress, drapped over an off-white mannequin with only one hand. frills and bows, tulle and a stubbed noes, these dresses seem more like ghosts; hovering over the living and begroaning their forsaken fate. forgotten but found, i spy a kaleidoscope of butterflies woven into a moth eaten gown... 👗 https://www.instagram.com/p/Bho_WKTng_P/?taken-by=amateur__poet

inflorescence, Poetry

art

art should be dripping like honey from your fingertips; trickling like flickering smiles and candid laughter. art is what we are, so why do we pretend that it isn’t?   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1981171738/ref=x_gr_w_glide_bb?ie=UTF8&tag=x_gr_w_glide_bb-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1981171738&SubscriptionId=1MGPYB6YW3HWK55XCGG2

Poetry

like tea

you taste like tea to me; your scent splashes across my face, you’re too hot, but i can’t wait to savor you. you roll across my tongue, i linger on the bottom lip. you fill me up, warm and smooth down my throat, eyes dazed, smile lazy, ill finish you until your cold and spent.… Continue reading like tea