My bought mom these lovely flowers- I could not help but take a picture ❤ https://www.amazon.com/night-bloomer-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1717321941/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1540910377&sr=1-1&dpID=51joGKEHghL&preST=_SY291_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_&dpSrc=srch https://www.amazon.com/inflorescence-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1720828369/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1540910377&sr=1-3&dpID=51h9sX6ebvL&preST=_SY291_BO1,204,203,200_QL40_&dpSrc=srch
I miss summer ❤ Autumn is a lovely time but there is something so special about the lush radiance of summer.
no greater need than to see that smile wiped off that pretty face... i concede to these emotions, these feelings that crawl up my throat and demand to be let out... i reform to be better, do better through you. you will be my canvas; your pain the paint, the horror stamped on your face,… Continue reading i concede…
it took me awhile to blossom, To open up my petals, to show the world my face. you took me under your wing, showed me how to hold my head up high and to never let the world see me cry. every song reminded me of you, every cloud bore your face, you were the… Continue reading float or dive
paradise was a garden of comely serpents and coming-over-my-place-to-cuddle-around-noon. we were there, flowers underneath a hook-shaped moon: larger than life but tamed to a future speckled with green hues. artists, dreamers, the lovers cup that never seemed wholly full-it was a simple life, but for us... it was enough.
i retired from the earth and now i look to the stars: sole audience to my strife, i weep with a clap of thunder, lightening strikes to catch the first tear, and i dance with the moon until I am dizzy because the truth is here.
a lack of pain, hope, joy in the midst of a rowdy crowd, smells i’ve never tasted, sights never heard, i am empty. empty not broken; broken can be repaired, sealed off with cement, but empty, empty is a state where you try in vain to fill this hole but you lose yourself in the… Continue reading sights never heard
winter thoughts in spring dreams, flowers can blossom under the deepest bank of snow-only if you believe in silly things like everlasting love and friendly bumble bees🌸 https://www.instagram.com/p/BiDMIZyHDrF/?taken-by=amateur__poet
you split the earth apart, just to capture my heart. persephone, maiden of flowers, maiden of dewy thighs, and rounded breasts, you were rich of land but poor of company, duty-bound but smitten. sprouting from the earth, they call me damsel instead of bringer of life, harbinger of men. reluctant instead of queen, but i… Continue reading maiden of flowers
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… Continue reading summertime sadness