inflorescence, Poetry

not enough

i wrote you out of my life because you were a danger to my self-esteem, my vibes, my energy, and goddamn, even my teeth. so many nights i bit down on the truth; you were my biggest muse but now, i no longer need you✨   https://www.amazon.com/inflorescence-Mecca-Amirah-Jackson/dp/1981171738/ref=redir_mobile_desktop?_encoding=UTF8&dpID=41k9XtyUpJL&dpPl=1&keywords=mecca-amirah%20jackson&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&qid=1514054983&ref=plSrch&ref_=mp_s_a_1_1&sr=8-1

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Poetry

a swollen moon

at the heart of a swollen moon, a luxury is found; a tax on the profound. fountains of pink skies and clouds that rip apart like butterfly wings, a paradise found at the center, a hell guised as a lover that will soon surrender. the silence of the aura lights, break the sky but even… Continue reading a swollen moon

Poetry, thoughts

self-conscious

Self- conscious: The image in the mirror distorts... The image ripples, distorts as the chatter behind me disappears.Time pauses- a blip in time as the mirror unveils a being fashioned in flesh, muscle, and bone, a being that almost resembles me. She turns left and right, sucks in her stomach and arches her back-hoping to distract… Continue reading self-conscious

Poetry, Short Story/Prose, Thoughtful, thoughts

Pain, Love, Depression, and Joy

  “Everyone has written about pain; what makes it unique to you?” My pain is early, unbeknownst to my psyche until I became misinformed and mislead through others ambivalence. My pain levitates in the middle of two races. My pain is centuries long, my pain is past skin, hair, features, curves. My pain flickers and… Continue reading Pain, Love, Depression, and Joy

Poetry, Short Story/Prose

A Journey Through my Dreams

For my creative writing class, we had to take inspiration from Elizabeth Bishop's price 12 O'Clock News! It was so difficult for me but I think I got the hang of it. Try it out for yourself!  Read the poem–Bishop creatively describes the objects on her desk. How you describe each object is like a self-portatit… Continue reading A Journey Through my Dreams