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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Poetry

split

split between wanting and needing, it only takes one decision to take that damning last step. if i waver, will you wait? hesitancy is a virus that spread its sticky tentacles inside of me but every time the grip becomes stronger, ill chance another step...and another, and another   https://www.instagram.com/p/BmmEVE8B32T/?taken-by=amateur__poet

inflorescence, night-bloomer, Poetry

night-bloomer

The proofs are here😩 will be released by the end of may💕 My second poetry book night-bloomer is finished and now the editing process and final arrangements begin. in the meantime, check out my first book inflorescence! Click the link 🌸 My new installment is going to be dark, lush, and sexy! can’t wait to release… Continue reading night-bloomer

Poetry

in a jungle of few

thrust into the waves; a baby sea turtle shouldn’t have to be so brave. to backstroke through the city streets: it made me lean, indifferently mean, made me miss green sleeves and citrus trees. i shout on walls, i cry on cement, my canvas is anyone impatient enough to listen. i dodge yellow beasts and… Continue reading in a jungle of few

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

Poetry

city lights

it’s the city lights and crazy nights that distract me until i collapse. it’s the flashy signs and boys who capture pensive drearies with nothing less than a dime. it’s the way you make me feel cool and lost around three in the morning, windows down, wind tearing at my hair that reminds that i… Continue reading city lights