Tag: photos

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 Advertisements

let’s harmonize

maybe if you loved a little harder and i loved a little smarter, maybe we wouldn’t have to sit down so seriously and talk about such tiring things. you once saw my tragedy and named it beauty; i saw the opposite–i saw a lost soul and built it a home between the valley of my ...

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

waterfalls

waterfalls sound prettier in my head. so that’s why i close my eyes and listen as the water folds and divides, demands but never shies.

green memories

green memories disappear underneath the leaves of time. pale-limbs and pretty boys who whistle in rhyme, i found peace, eventually. i found clarity while unearthing secrets bound in twine.✨

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 ...

visionaries

how ever you acknowledge the claim, we are more than visionaries, we are more of the same. we trace saline letters across heavy-lidded skies littered with airplanes and we do more than just lie, we truly pretend we are okay; so adept at our facades, as if it has been engrained🍁🍂

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 ...

maybe

maybe in another life, you could have been mine; maybe in another life, you could have access to all my secrets. The key to my heart, my thighs, my lips, I wonder what you would have sampled first? Would you have devoured me with nothing but tongues and lips? Would you have laughed and grabbed ...

Happy Birthday Poppy!

February 17th is my dog's birthday. In honor of him and his cuteness, I will be sharing 14  photos of him. He is 14–how crazy is that? Full of energy and sass, I received Poppy when he was 3 years old and waking up every morning and seeing his adorable face always makes my day. I ...

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