I’ll go hide. Come seek me. Clue: ‘She crawled into a book’ Should you try looking behind the curtain? No! “She crawled into a book!” She let the pages be her hiding place. The words slowly drifting her out into a different world. Sometimes it’s dark, gloomy.. tragic roads.. Other times she floats… On seas… Continue reading “She crawled into a Book”
I could listen to rain drops dancing on an iron sheet roof for hours.. ‘tip tip tap swoosh..’ It reminds me of home.. Of my grandmother’s heart.. And how it sings.. The little tip taps… And swooshes in between.. I can almost smell the wet soil in her backyard… The fresh breeze of hot and… Continue reading Homesick.
I loved on my bare face today. Bare. With slightly tainted lips. Dipped in ruby and all her woo redness. Nothing else. Made me feel like the most bomb ass being you’ll ever see. I sat there. At lunch.. reading my book.. knowing someone else was reading on me. But it’s cool. It felt good.… Continue reading “Self-love is Revolutionary” Malanda.
**Soo good you want a piece. Piece of this, pieces of more. “I just want to take a bite. Just a little Bite and then I’m all yours. “ Promises you made to her. You said it wouldn’t last. That you wasn’t addicted No.. You weren’t attached. You didn’t crave the feel of her hands.… Continue reading Lust. Hang in there, it’s mostly seasonal.
Who told you, you could come into my life and switch it up? Empty promises of forever afters.. They say, look forward to the fairy-tale wedding and loves expression . But look at us now.. I’m broken.. You are lost. Lost! You let everyone else get the better of us! They took a chunk of… Continue reading ‘I Do’. ‘I Do Not’.
Bring acceptance to yourself.
It is always a beautiful thing to practice self acceptance. It helps us understand ourselves as wel as each other.
By appreciating what is at your disposal and what you have laid out for yourself, in addition to being grateful for your presence and growth.
We learn to creat more abundance. In every sense of the word. (However it may relate to you.) 💫💫
I have a vision of a fairy-tale.. Not prince charming on a white horse, But Earthy Black Magic.. He comes to me in abundance, shapes of different figures that change my perception of man.. Bits and pieces of love. “It’s like a mixtape or a piece of effortless artwork. Sometimes you give the universe sections… Continue reading Earthy Black Magic.. (between poetry and a conversation)