paradise was a garden of comely serpents and coming-over-my-place-to-cuddle-around-noon. we were there, flowers underneath a hook-shaped moon: larger than life but tamed to a future speckled with green hues. artists, dreamers, the lovers cup that never seemed wholly full-it was a simple life, but for us... it was enough.
i had to digress to progress. i had to become less, to become more. i suffered alone to allow others to see my growth. i shine brighter, to make up for the times i cried even harder. i became me; from the cocoon I sprouted wings dancing in glitter. in times of insanity, i grew… Continue reading i had to become less, to become more
take a moment to look up and fall back in love with earth’s splendors✨
winter thoughts in spring dreams, flowers can blossom under the deepest bank of snow-only if you believe in silly things like everlasting love and friendly bumble bees🌸 https://www.instagram.com/p/BiDMIZyHDrF/?taken-by=amateur__poet
why does falling out of love, imply reluctance? something sudden, without warning? a force instead of reason, action instead of neglect? maybe we romanticize falling out of love-deem it tragic instead of something that just happens? should it be something we revisit? https://www.instagram.com/p/BhxKw-jnVlR/?taken-by=amateur__poet
buttery spring has come to lick it’s cracked lips. buds are beginning to poke their heads from behind nature’s bosom. and me? me, im soaking it all in. the harmony; a concert of wide smiles and insects that shutter at night. pay the pipper to play my favorite song. lay your hair down and let… Continue reading buttery spring
The Sun hitting ur face, the pure warmth, orange across ur eyelids, your skin buzzing with life. Spring has come, poking its green head from the ashes. A caress, a reassurance that you are loved; A gentle hold when the darkest cold has taken hold. A sunburst kiss, that chastises, smarts with itchy reverence. A beacon… Continue reading Spring Fever
Droplets of rain, falling from the sky in uniform ease, Spring unearths from the soil, green coils of stems straining for the predisposed light, mouth gaping and hungry for air tinged with smog and disappointments. Rainy days are no longer the same, since I choose to save my sanity; lonely afternoons hysteria crawling up my… Continue reading The Reluctance of Seasons