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…

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inflorescence, night-bloomer, Poetry

your scent

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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

inflorescence & night-bloomer

      inflorescence- the process of flowering, the process of becoming more🌸 night-bloomer, dedicated to those who shine away from the limelight ✨ words that both wound and heal...   https://www.instagram.com/p/Bk-SbMhnXTt/?taken-by=amateur__poet   https://www.amazon.com/inflorescence-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson-ebook/dp/B078NYNTRJ/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1531879169&sr=8-2&keywords=mecca-amirah+jackson https://www.amazon.com/night-bloomer-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson-ebook/dp/B07DYLPR2S/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1531879169&sr=8-3&keywords=mecca-amirah+jackson

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