inflorescence, night-bloomer, Poetry

your scent

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Poetry

float or dive

it took me awhile to blossom, To open up my petals, to show the world my face. you took me under your wing, showed me how to hold my head up high and to never let the world see me cry. every song reminded me of you, every cloud bore your face, you were the… Continue reading float or dive

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

Poetry

paradise was a garden

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.

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

Poems Based on Flowers, Poetry

buttercup

things are not what they seem; tangled roots and spirally stems, boast a bouquet of blossoms so harmless, they are scary. tread carefully, whispers the leaves, watchful and aimless, each blade of grass trembles at my mane of yellow petals and sweet- tasting rain. i am everlasting, i am forgotten in place of cheaper names,… Continue reading buttercup