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

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Poetry

i am ready to start over

ive finally found clarity... this new, alien feeling, i will treat it as if is it was a fledging tree. i will be tender with its root and I will sit back and watch with unparalleled awe at what i accomplished. green-thumb, green eyes darken to a lovely amber, i am ready to start over… Continue reading i am ready to start over

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

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

Poetry

sights never heard

a lack of pain, hope, joy in the midst of a rowdy crowd, smells i’ve never tasted, sights never heard, i am empty. empty not broken; broken can be repaired, sealed off with cement, but empty, empty is a state where you try in vain to fill this hole but you lose yourself in the… Continue reading sights never heard

inflorescence, night-bloomer

night-bloomer is released!

The best thing I ever written! night-bloomer is the most important project I have worked on. it is me in my most truest form–stories, thoughts, it's my greatest fears and wants composed on a book ❤ Check it out, I would love the support 🙂 Link Below: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1717321941/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1527218764&sr=8-2&keywords=mecca-amirah+jackson