don't sweat it, forget it
everything is a-okay
the cherry blossom

Once a tree bloomed over a lake

majestic and beautiful

with petals like snow in a salmon sunset

or cotton balls stained with pale lipstick

and branches that hung low enough

to graze the water in early spring.

she was so perfect, so pristine

that other trees got jealous of her,

so jealous

that their leaves turned scarlet at summer’s end.

she was

so lovely, so laudable

that hundreds of people flocked to see her

believing such beauty, such grace

could only be ephemeral.

But as spring fades

and summer’s air begins to burn

the salmon-colored snowy cotton ball petals

drift away from her branches like

young doves.

her beauty dissipates,

leaving a naked

sunburnt, stooped-over tree.

wrote this because it cherry blossom season! Enjoy!

 

(Source: pagesofmemories)

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long live the busboy poet.

Langston Hughes is one of my heroes.

Whenever I write, I try to channel him,

although I doubt I’m doing a very good job at that.

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the other side of midnight

Quiet.

The world is quiet

Silent, save the sound

Of your  breathing

Blackened, no light

Other than the glow of the moon

And the glow of your lamp.

The humans are sleeping,

Dreaming of things that could never happen

And things that could, but sadly won’t.

You are wide awake

Because of demons outside your door

And monsters hiding under your bed.

The endless nights have etched themselves

Into the lines on your face

While you sit

Wait

And pray

For salvation on the other side of midnight. 

(Source: pagesofmemories)

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the silence

There’s nothing louder

Than the silence that sits between us.

It is full of promises that were broken,

Things unsaid,

And words we should have spoken.

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A midnight cleansing

There are some times were the best thing to do is shower.

No, not the times when you smell like an ancient Roman sewer in the middle of August, or your hair is greasier than a McDonalds deep-fryer (although, yes in said time i shower wouldn’t be a bad idea).

This is not that type of cleaning. It’s the times when the future is a tangled black knot and the past just won’t leave you alone. The times when you don’t know if you should go up, down, left, right or sideways. The times when every door is closed except for the one that leads you right back to where you don’t wanna be. It’s the times when the world has you thinking OH MY BLEEP BLEEPITY BLEEP BLEEPERKINS!

There’s something mildly therapeutic about the way  the waterdroplets can caress you like a gentle summers rain. The hot water circles around your body opening your pores and wraps around your mind quieting all that is troubled there. While you scrub away at the hurt and the worry, life decisions can be made. You decide which way you should go; you figure out how to open the door that leads you to where you wanna be. Everything that disturbed you before: the past, the future, loss, grief, school, parents, heartbreak, friends, enemies, depression, loneliness, is washed away in the soapy water. It swirls around once or twice then disappears down the drain forever. 

And then you’re finally done, you’re finally ready to take that fateful step from your warm protective showery cocoon, the world doesn’t suck anyless, but you emerge cleansed in every sense of the word. 

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i am a teenager

I am a teenager.
I am the deadly combination
Of hormones and passion
That leads me to
Argue boldly,
Live dangerously,
And love recklessly.

Unfettered dreams
Run freely within my veins.
My eyes are full of hope,
My heart full of unequalled determination.
I am like a toddler,
No matter how many times I fall down
I will get back up.

I will make countless mistakes,
I was born to learn.
No, not just about math
Or 4 French dudes named Louis,
But about how to survive
In this screwed up world.

Never underestimate me.
My mind holds an endless imagination
That can think of a way to handle
Any and everything
You could possibly throw my way.
Creativity flows from my fingertips
And truth flow from my tongue.

I am the ruler of tomorrow’s world,
and yes, you should be afraid.
I will tear down the institutions
that you have built
And have failed.
You may not like it,
But it’s time for a change.

I am a teenager.
I may be young,
But I am strong.

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"There is no friend as loyal as a book": i am a teenager

writing-in-the-rain:

I am a teenager.
I am the deadly combination
Of hormones and passion
That leads me to
Argue boldly,
Live dangerously,
And love recklessly.

Unfettered dreams
Run freely within my veins.
My eyes are full of hope,
My heart full of unequalled determination.
I am like a toddler,
No matter…

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"There is no friend as loyal as a book": by C. Estelle Moore

writing-in-the-rain:

I don’t wanna be
A stereotypical black girl.
A girl from questionable roots
And an even more questionable future.
One who lives in unsafety,
One afraid to go to sleep,
Sayin RIP every other week.
I don’t wanna be
That kinda chick,
The one who has to live with
A family divided

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