Love. Undefined.

Part I Love is a terrible, terrible thing. Loving someone fiercely is like wearing your heart outside of your body No skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it. Love is a terrible, terrible thing. Its loss is even worse. It rips and guts from the inside out. Love is a terrible, terrible thing. The…

The Rest Is Still Unwritten

Originally posted on Journey with L.:
‘Feel the rain on your skin’ … you know you started humming the song when you saw the title. And I really wish I was tech-savvy enough to know how to insert audio..but alas, I’m not…so you’re going to have to settle for my writing as the trade off.…

Enough.

You are enough.  You. The you that stands before the mirror and only sees flaws. You that wrinkles her nose at her stretch marks  Squeezes the fat on her stomach and imagines the knife of a plastic surgeon splicing and dicing it into the rock hard ab like stomach of 2006 Like a Boy Ciara …

Flowers.

He told you you’re the only flower in his garden and you believed him When have you ever seen a garden with just one flower? No blossoms and bursts or riots of colour Fighting against each other all vying for the attention of one.   When have you ever known flowers to come singly and…

Ojos y Piernas.

Ojos abiertos, piernas cerradas es que todo dicen pero solo a las mujeres ¿Don’t hombres have to keep their piernas cerradas también? Apparently not. Instead we give them condoms.   Ojos abiertos, piernas cerradas Only mujeres become embarazadas Entonces no digamos nada a los hombres. They catcall and whistle, they jerk off and sexually harry,…

Closure.

We don’t always get closure. Hating is a lot of energy. Pain and anger Are soul-sucking leeches. It is much easier to forgive So that you may truly live Take it all To let go Why are you holding on too Tight to All that heartache and pain chile You ain’t owe nothing to them…

How to reverse?

My life the cul-de-sac A perpetual dead end I keep banging into it Hoping for a change But it just never stops. It is relentless In its deadendness In its endlessness Its lifelessness When I was young, I imagined my life As a smooth paved road. With a stretch of highway for the easy bits…

It.

Some people can’t take you as you are For some, love is not enough to see you through it all Some always want a try But they never like when it doesn’t go their way Then you’re standing there wondering why? Your heart is so broken Your tear ducts are frozen You need to cry…

Finding Myself & Befriending Creativity: She Who is Unorthodox.

Originally posted on Casheera Shantora:
There’s a bajan vlogger by the name of Sheriann Norris and she is pretty amazing. Recently, she had a post that really stuck out to me on her Instagram, it really got me thinking. Under a photo of her in an outfit made by the vlogger herself, a Sheriann original,…

Death, to the wild ones and things.

I used to be the one to go, now I’m the one that stays I was always ready like Freddy My suitcases never quite unpacked temporarily rested near the door patiently waiting to pass Go again I never asked or received keys, To the front door A useless waste, when I knew I’d be leaving…

A Box.

I took God and I threw him in a box. I threw him in a box, and then I threw away the key, to my salvation and my humanity Becoming more and more monster like every day as I wrestle with the saviour and forget to say my prayers The God of the earth, sent…

Dreaming and waking.

no one buys second hand when they can buy brand new. who wants a butterfly with broken wings? when they can have one with both her wings. who wants a girl, who is broken in every possible way you can imagine, who wants a girl, more contrary than Mary all that grows in her garden…