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the weight of fate

August 18, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

A girl with dandelions interwoven through her braids beams a smile untouched by the bitter decay of age. Wisdom is a stage we all crave yet when she closes her eyes, the sunlight never tasted so sweet on her beestung lips. A gentle breeze carrying the teasing spray of brine and the nostalgic scent of [...]

Personal Posts, Travel

Boston Trip 2016

August 15, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Had an amazing time in Boston this weekend! I love how everything is by the water! My friends and I stayed in an airbnb in Cambridge, walked around Somerville, went to the New England Aquarium in Boston, kayaked, checked out Harvard Square, and genuinely had a great time! The city was charming, the sights were [...]

Poetry, Romantic, Short Poem

In a state of bliss

August 12, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

The press of our lips leaves me in a state of bliss; rapture at the tip of my tongue, your wrongdoings and hesitancy can easily be remiss. right or wrong the truth may not matter in the face of your betrayal, yet I ponder, “Where was your mind–heavens-sent or kissed by hellfire– when you gave [...]

Personal Posts, Travel

A Jersey Girl in Holland

August 3, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Found some of the entires I turned in for my study-abroad and decided to post them! ENJOY:) Day One-Entry One As my plane touched down on foreign soil, I was immediately impressed by the beautiful arrangement of the city. Ironically, graffiti covered a large part of the city and instead of it bruising the surface; the art [...]

Poetry

[Love]

August 2, 2016January 12, 2017by Mecca_Amirah2 Comments

[Love] is undefined yet also lucid; a tragic fire that burns yet a calm salve that soothes. Buried with these feelings, this “thing” called [love], many will succumb, drown while I resuface, come up for air as it finally takes hold. We attempt to define [love] but living things can never be so dreadfully singular. [...]