Poetry

i retired from the earth

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.  

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Poetry

sights never heard

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

Poetry

maiden of flowers

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

inflorescence, Poetry

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… Continue reading summertime sadness

Poetry

forgotten

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… Continue reading forgotten

Poetry

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… Continue reading wilted leaves and petals