busy, busy
View this post on Instagram busy, busy, busy π A post shared by Mecca-Amirah Jackson (@amateur__poet) on Aug 22, 2019 at 1:58pm PDT
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coney island, 2019
View this post on Instagram silent screams stretch the length of eternity…i tug the thread, desperately. i trail behind and pray. a smile on my face while my skin shutters and stretches. anything can happen on a summer day-a host of clouds gathered before an abandoned pier, a lone figure wavering at the edge, mute, […]
Read Moreclarity, i claim it
View this post on Instagram clarity, i claim it. serenity, i cherish it. ive prayed for peace, i collected shells at the shore, i danced with the windβmy time is now, itβs grand, itβs polite, it holds open doors. itβs here, itβs welcome to sit by my fire and reminiscent about fairies and the Irish […]
Read MoreThe magic of spring
Tender Vermillion Daydreams
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Read MoreTwo sides to every story
Two sides to every story but when it comes to you, it always leads to one: you were my home-unfinished and undone, pieces were missing but that was what made me love you the most- the way i could look through you, like the clouds peaking through the sun. View this post on Instagram two […]
Read Moresplit
split between wanting and needing, it only takes one decision to take that damning last step. if i waver, will you wait? hesitancy is a virus that spread its sticky tentacles inside of me but every time the grip becomes stronger, ill chance another step…and another, and another View this post on Instagram split […]
Read Morenight-bloomer
The proofs are hereπ© will be released by the end of mayπ My second poetry book night-bloomer is finished and now the editing process and final arrangements begin. in the meantime, check out my first book inflorescence! Click the linkΒ πΈ My new installment is going to be dark, lush, and sexy! canβt wait to release […]
Read Morein a jungle of few
thrust into the waves; a baby sea turtle shouldnβt have to be so brave. to backstroke through the city streets: it made me lean, indifferently mean, made me miss green sleeves and citrus trees. i shout on walls, i cry on cement, my canvas is anyone impatient enough to listen. i dodge yellow beasts and […]
Read Moremaybe if you had
maybe if you had changed your perspective, turned left inside of right, danced in the center instead of holding all the coats and purses all night, maybe you would see that the day is just as illicit as the night β¨
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