Tag: flower

summertime sadness

I will never apologize for being too strong, too outspoken, too bright in a world that swallows lies and humbly accepts the darkness. no, not when ive crawled to the top. no longer will i be on my knees, no longer will i beg. because i never want to suffer such betrayal again.   https://www.amazon.com/inflorescence-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1981171738/ref=redir_mobile_desktop?_encoding=UTF8&dpID=41k9XtyUpJL&dpPl=1&keywords=mecca-amirah%20jackson&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&qid=1514054983&ref=plSrch&ref_=mp_s_a_1_1&sr=8-1 ...

let’s harmonize

maybe if you loved a little harder and i loved a little smarter, maybe we wouldn’t have to sit down so seriously and talk about such tiring things. you once saw my tragedy and named it beauty; i saw the opposite–i saw a lost soul and built it a home between the valley of my ...


forgotten; distilled air, we flowers know despair by another name, another face, another boy who tends to a garden of games. alcaldes to the winner; does it matter what I have to say? tragedy known by the look of indifference on your pretty face. why do you claim a piece of my heart, carrying it ...

wilted leaves and petals

whenever i look at flowers, im reminded of the lies. “lilies are just as lovely, but they could never compare to your eyes?” wilted leaves and petals that no longer bleed, the juxtaposition between the two, were obtuse yet you promised me flowers today and yesterday, last week, every Valentine’s Day. i grew to hate ...

the process of flowering

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a day

a day spilling with languid words and idle rhymes. a day that speaks with forked tongues and vivid minds. today we celebrate the words are hearts are too timid to speak, today we give voice to thoughts we are unprepared to think. happy national poetry day to the dreamers who need only a pen to ...

my magic

why do i doubt my magic, when there is more to me than flower petals and raw poetry? 💕✨ Advertisements

you should have

you should have held me close, before i learned how to fly. i am gone now, dreaming in the sky. every cloud greets me with easy smiles and riddles both curious and sly. every bird swims with me, soaring through riptides and horizons dyed in sienna and goldenrod. you were foolish to love me and ...


you decayed, slowly. dripping all over my window-still, you lingered. i should have shown you mercy; you drooped, you wept, i watched idly, i dreamed breathlessly. i never knew, the exact time of your death...🌙🌸 @amateur_poet   {check out MORE} https://www.instagram.com/p/BZuQIVAhvcS/?taken-by=amateur__poet Advertisements

lavender dreams

i know there is more to life than fields of magenta kisses and lavender dreams but when you ensnare me with nothing but your gaze, there is nothing to worry about; i am now trapped in a violet haze🌸🌿✨💕 📸: @jolinam0sh Advertisements

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