sangria

  View this post on Instagram i wrote this at sunrise 🍷 the sky was so beautiful, it reminded me why dawn is my favorite time of day 🌞🌞🌞 • • • #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poetryporn #writer #sunrise #blogger #blog #poetrycommunity #poetrycommunityofig A post shared by Mecca-Amirah Jackson (@amateur__poet) on Jan 29, 2019 at 5:20pm […]

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float or dive

it took me awhile to blossom, To open up my petals, to show the world my face. you took me under your wing, showed me how to hold my head up high and to never let the world see me cry. every song reminded me of you, every cloud bore your face, you were the […]

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love should taste like

what should love taste like? night-bloomer coming soon-   check out inflorescence🌸 link below, support on goodreads   View this post on Instagram what should love taste like? night-bloomer coming soon- check out inflorescence🌸 link in the bio, support on goodreads • • • #nightbloomer #inflorescence #blogger #meccaamirahjackson #writing #writer #poetryporn #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poets #poem […]

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me without you

there is no me without you;
 my dreams have always been
 about you; anointed, i am 
dizzy, i fall asleep with a smile 
on my face. reluctant, i wake up
 angry because i was ripped 
away from you; your embrace 
is all i need. tangible quandaries 
disappear and words like i 
love remain corporeal. you […]

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overcast

emotions ebb from me in waves, raw emotions drown me in flames. desperate to be set free its cage, a monster awaits to come out and play. but what if i want more than bated threats and somber eyes? who will look upon me and mourn, when I die? summer flings are for the songbirds […]

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clarity

even when fear stalled my tongue, and anger took reign, you saw a flower that refused to break💕🌸

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conversations with him: 0.05

my first thought is you, when I open my eyes, alone in my bed. when you fuck her, I pray for your health, wrapped in my frustrations and jealousy, alone in my bed. It used to ache, the pain but I’ve learned how to live with it, bleeding profusely from a wound that has me […]

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