inflorescence, night-bloomer

inflorescence & night-bloomer

  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                

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Poetry

i concede…

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…

Poetry

paradise was a garden

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.

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

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

i had to become less, to become more

i had to digress to progress. i had to become less, to become more. i suffered alone to allow others to see my growth. i shine brighter, to make up for the times i cried even harder. i became me; from the cocoon I sprouted wings dancing in glitter. in times of insanity, i grew… Continue reading i had to become less, to become more