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Update

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Update

Wow! So much has happened these few months but they are for the better! I started grad school in October and I am so proud of myself for making the choice to continue my education. I am pursuing my MBA with a Concentration in Digitial Marketing! This is so funny because 5 years ago, I [...]

Poetry

what-if’s and maybe’s

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what-if’s and maybe’s

i miss feeling like this…the first sting of infatuation’s kiss. it was damning, at times, it was terrifying, but there were something almost beautiful about the raw intensity of it all…

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it is as if you nourish yourself on my pain. you must revel in
my agony, it must be the truth because there is no possible
way you do not see how much you mean to me. it is there,
in my eyes. fevered, you once reached over
and layed your hand on my forehead in concern.
how could you not recognize the first sign of infatuation?
it struck me like a disease; my body swelled in warning,
my blood ran hot like a broken faucet. my body curled into
its like a wounded animal. i howled while my body fought off my
feelings for you. you were the panacea and the poison,
the savior to my destruction, you swooped down on angel
wings while i willingly set myself on fire. my thoughts
are swollen with images of you; each time
i pause to touch and test the wound,
twinges of…

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Poetry

infatuation

by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment on infatuation
infatuation

it was the sting of first love’s kiss that drove me madder as my nights stretched and days waned/ struck by cupid’s bow, instead of dismay, i mourned the yesterdays when you were not a constant sight in my hungry gaze/

Mecca_Amirah's avatarMecca-Amirah Jackson

the sting of love’s kiss
burns and soothes
simultaneously. i cannot
get him out of my mind;
i fashion this hero
from spools threaded with dreams
and desire. obsession is a
drug that is tinted red like flames
and spoils on the tongue like cream.
he promises me good days
yet only comes to me when it rains.
i shower in his kisses, the attention
leaves me dizzy. i bathe in
his scent, the lackadaisical aroma
whetting my appetite indefinitely.

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