what lies beneath that barren gaze,
beaming from those hazy eyes of grey.
that glimmer under the moon and shine in light of day.
what’s underneath that midnight hair,
that hides your thoughts from me;
that allows your inner voice to live in secrecy.
what’s behind that smile;
closed lips of ruby red,
that conceal the words of your heart that live within your head.
what’s brewing in your heart?
who am i to you?
tell me words of honesty; bittersweet and true
▲ | reblogthey say cancers are unhappy whenever we are not in the vicinity of a body of water. maybe for when we are submerged in a river of a thousand tears, drowning our sorrow, we realize that we are not alone. maybe because the water sways us in a way that is reminiscent of the fluids of our mother’s womb from which we were birthed. maybe cuz water is the very fabric of which our bodies consist of. maybe its because it resembles the intangible entity we call wind; the one thing man has yet to learn to harness in the palm of our hands. or maybe cuz water is the physical element that most resembles our soul; moving in our own direction yet going with the flow. resilient, essential, easily tainted and never quite pure and forever bound between the fusion of two elements
▲ | reblogshe hurried atop the horizon
with such elegance and haste,
and peered above the ocean
as she graced us with her face.
whenever i rush to see her
before her presence whelms,
she slowly shies away
and retires to her realm.
i used to call her luna,
when our story first begun;
she was my everything
and i, her golden sun
▲2 | reblogi didn’t have internet access for about a month so i’ve been gone for a moment but i’m back and just to ensure that i’m not gone for my blog for that long again. i’m gonna create a buncha posts and send them to my queue
▲2 | reblogi attempted to write a poem today using the plants of my backyard as my muse, but there is nothing inspirational about tamed beauty. there’s no inspiration in nature being held in captivity. how can i write about beauty in nature, if that natural beauty is being tainted by the wooden picket fence of suburbia. how can one truly call something beauty if its being seen through the translucent, intangible walls of a prison
▲1 | reblogi remember i used to hate taking pictures. taking pictures for people, of people and of myself. and in the past month alone, that has completely changed. i take way too many pictures and its becoming a bad habit that must be broken quickly
▲ | reblogi tried my damndest to keep that bird alive. for some odd reason. i found that task to be a personal one from the lord himself. i easily could’ve missed him that morning. and of all birds, it was a blue jay. my favorite bird of all. one that bares cyan feathers; a color i find to be beyond beautiful. that bird did not like me at all! but eventually began to warm up to me. it screamed at the top of its lungs when anyone else approached it but me. i left him alone for about 3 hours and returned home to leave him for another three hours and he died in my hands. he took his very last breaths in the palm of my hands. i knew couldn’t properly care for him so i received much advice from multiple animal rescue shelters and did my best to follow their instructions. i just needed him to survive the night and i would bring him to a bird sanctuary in the morning but he didn’t make it. i once had a pet rabbit, named nicki, that i got years ago at the end of may and it died in my arms before the summer ended and i remember saying to myself, “this better not be nicki all over again.” and that blue jay dying in my hands was such an uncanny reminescence. i already knew that the bird was dead when it took its last breath but i still proceeded to fall to my knees and literally plead with god to save this birds life. i’ve gone many, many nights without praying, but in this particular situation, prayer was a must. irregardless of my efforts to spare that birds life, it inevitably died. guess it was just meant to be. i’ve had one too many animals die at my hands, literally. and each time, it ways heavier and heavier on my heart
▲2 | reblogwe can embark on a never-ending journey. fall in love with life. engulf the rich culture. gluttonize the exquisite cuisine. breathe-in the bayou. wonder through the wanderlust of uptown. fall asleep in the french quaters. wake up and smell the beignets of cafe du monde. stroll carelessly through the streets. gaze upon the beauty of the architectural art in the graveyards. bask in a wide array of emotions. and dream of once doing it all over again. will you accompany me…to new orleans?
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