buttercup

buttercup

things are not what they seem; tangled roots and spirally stems, boast a bouquet of blossoms so harmless, they are scary. tread carefully, whispers the leaves, watchful and aimless, each blade of grass trembles at my mane of yellow petals and sweet- tasting rain. i am everlasting, i am forgotten in place of cheaper names, [...]

sights never heard

sights never heard

a lack of pain, hope, joy in the midst of a rowdy crowd, smells i’ve never tasted, sights never heard, i am empty. empty not broken; broken can be repaired, sealed off with cement, but empty, empty is a state where you try in vain to fill this hole but you lose yourself in the [...]

night-bloomer is released!

The best thing I ever written! night-bloomer is the most important project I have worked on. it is me in my most truest form–stories, thoughts, it's my greatest fears and wants composed on a book ❤ Check it out, I would love the support 🙂 Link Below: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1717321941/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1527218764&sr=8-2&keywords=mecca-amirah+jackson