for the moment you decided my body was yours to take like I was some sort of window you could shatter in hopes of gold, crisp green, and shiny black screens. • This is my fist in the air for the time you said “come on, I did it to you so you have to…
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Life gives us the illusion that words are better spoken, that hands are better held, that money is better when flowing freely. What if I told you that richness is better experienced than it is owned? that fingertips are meant to dance That resources are better when they flow throughout our being that sometimes…
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in front of your features? What masks do you hide behind and what would happen if you dared let them shatter on the ground below? Would the shards prick or would you have the savviness to re-purpose them into a mosaic masterpiece? I’m starting to rip my veil, but the frays remain stuck in my…
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What creates your voices echo? Ink stained fingertips and slick, screaming lines Words like fists soaring through thick air Emerald kissed skyscapes enveloping enlivened eyes Sore limbs, muffled panting, and bobbing rubber The words you’ve clutched for so long, iron pen to paper Melodious vocals streaming through speakers Torso like water, a fork in the…
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Out of lust for life, nervous sadness, or pure bliss. Pinpoint your version of raw lucid being. What moments marinate you tender in a world that hardens souls for fun? The tears that finally come, daggers puncturing your heart, suddenly allowing it to breathe Laughter spreading like wildfire, choking on a smoke of bliss A…
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My power does not lay in the yearn, the burn at the top of the summit or how much I suck in the gentle protrusion of my stomach Rather, it flies in the ripples of laughter that grace the shore of my life in the wilting rope I’ve replaced with lace, flowing with hope…
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We live in a whirlwind of joining waters, a diverse fork in the stream between brown lips, bold hips, and spaciously speckled faces Wispy brow-framed almond eyes cheek to cheek beams, full of kin butterfly black lashes, fluttering with fortitude, wings bold, carrying cobalt seas Rose-ridden inner lips chestnutted captivatingly rooted rawly, reminiscent of…
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that morning was the back of his chocolate quilted head enveloping my eyes. The floor creaked beneath my bare toes as I slipped back into that room, crossing my fingers that his roommate hadn’t seen me leave for the restroom. “I have to go for a run… he mumbled, his ocean eyes darting from the…
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Ruthless gators scavenging the swamp of my brain, claw by claw, my thoughts intended to consume me • As I thought of whether or not I was worth being seen seen with something so many view as disgusting flawed fixable • Something that I’ve hidden for so long tucked into pants sucked in for pictures…
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Here I am, Surya’s deep treatment smothered on my fiery strands realizing I’m doing a type of waiting that feels like racing . Realizing we spend a majority of our lives doing just this . Doing our hair Insta posts laundry work taxes chores . Doing Doing Doing… . Here I am, realizing, That all…
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