Poetry

i am ready to start over

ive finally found clarity... this new, alien feeling, i will treat it as if is it was a fledging tree. i will be tender with its root and I will sit back and watch with unparalleled awe at what i accomplished. green-thumb, green eyes darken to a lovely amber, i am ready to start over… Continue reading i am ready to start over

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Poetry

and then you were gone…

i woke up and then you were gone- i searched high and low, beneath a waning tree, and by that boy’s house who once said he was going to marry me. maybe one day I’ll accept the truth: that a love that is honest and true scared you more than the demons whispering in my… Continue reading and then you were gone…

Poetry

stuck in the past

i think you are still stuck in the past; trapped in an endless sleep cycle of should have’s and maybe’s. it’s a treacherous thing, to fall asleep lonely; waking up facing the left side and your heart grumbling as if it’s hungry. but as of lately, instead of facing reality, you close your eyes and… Continue reading stuck in the past

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

inflorescence

city day

In an amazing mood today✨ What are you currently reading?📚 I’m going to splurge on some books this weekend–I would love some recommendations     https://www.amazon.com/inflorescence-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1981171738/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1519094801&sr=8-1

Poetry

collapsing into myself

collapsing into myself, im beginning to enjoy time alone, with myself. is it healthy to savor the sounds of perfect, rippling silence? doesn’t the air taste more fresh, more sprung with life, when it’s a party of one? is the space i create between twisted trees, an alcove of missing and found things, more important… Continue reading collapsing into myself