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)
0 notesLangston 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.
0 notesQuiet.
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)
2 notesThere’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.
0 notesThere 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.
0 notesI 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.
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…
I don’t wanna beA stereotypical black girl.A girl from questionable rootsAnd 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 beThat kinda chick,The one who has to live withA family divided…



