prosaic: a world lacking creativity, a word absent of the rhythmic hymn of time.
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swirling embers tinge the sky–
swirling embers tinge the sky a damning orange. frightening as the flames freckle the horizon with untamed beauty, my mouth agape as the world is set aflame before my wanderlust eyes. starving for beauty, thirsty for aesthetics i throw my head back as rain, the color of sunrise splashes across my face.
the beginning
I could not never go back to the beginning of the fall, the disgrace from heaven, the leap of faith that soon spiraled to the apex of my despair– the madness born from lies pursed on cruel lips. as my defenses lie wide open, a formidable wall crumbling at the prospect of comfort and love, [...]
Crushed rose petals–
Crushed rose petals Mean nothing without the prickly thorns. A Ruined bouquet, scattered across The murky surface, damaged by cruel hands Robbed from their roots by capricious intent; Yet you call this act love While I deem it lust.
In a state of bliss
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 [...]
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 