my words have energy

Let
My
Words
Create
Galaxies
In
Your
Heart.

love

love.

the nutrients that fuel

my every being,

pulling me closer to the

sunlight

on the dark days.

even when I feel alone,

I feel as though

love is still holding on to me.

grasping my hips,

holding my hand.

the maiden name

of my ancestors.

my destiny.

what I walk towards

every morning when

the sun whispers over my skin,

and the sound of birds

bury themselves inside of my

ears. 

beautiful.

love makes everything beautiful.

even the dirty things,

getting your toes muddy,

having your eyes 

covered in 

salt water.

still beautiful.

I've learned that love

is the very meaning

of my existence.

The very thing that

takes me out of the physical world

and puts my words

my spirit.

in the hearts of others.

temptation

temptation.
a manipulation of the mind
to believe that my legs
would be best placed around your neck.
the feeling of a hot shower,
with you,
when we know we aren't supposed to.
me touching you in places
that belong to the darkness.
belief that the lust,
deep in your veins,
will keep me safe at night,
when I know
this is only
a late night,
rendezvous
that should never have
happened.
temptation

distance

Distance was the best teacher for me,
about you.
And though you’re far away,
I constantly feel close,
to you.

some things require patience

I am trying to understand myself,
while trying to teach us both
on how to love me.

maybe you are all that you need

I want you to know,
I respect your decision.
I respect that your journey has pulled you
to walk away,
to leave.
I respect that you have listened.
There is nothing more important
than the safe journey of your soul.
Do for you.
Do it all for you.
Be selfish and selfless
with your love.
Share your love,
but remember yourself.
Please,
Remember Yourself.
You will always be there.

Tomorrow

Nothing good has ever
come out of hating yourself,
hating your body,
hating your life,
hating the universe inside of you.
Take one day
and love everything about you:
the little scar above your eye,
the mole on your finger,
your "nappy" hair,
the way you wake up in the morning,
how your face feels before you've
covered it with makeup
and disgust,
and comparison.
And then take the next day,
and the next week.
Watch how the universe begins
to return the love you
are pouring out of yourself.

Reminders and Directions

Maybe the sunshine goes out
in my eyes,
when I need to remember
how I got through the
darkness.

welcome morning

i like the mornings after
painful nights
the most.
my soul likes to listen,
heal,
and repair itself
while i am deep in slumber.
i'm thankful that my heart
likes to piece itself
back together peacefully.

in regards of my naked body

the only hands I am in are mine,
honestly.
I let out,
what I have no fear of showing up later
on in my journey.
I show,
what I am proud of.

alone is a blessing

an important part of love,
is learning how to be alone.
an important part of being alone
is learning how to enjoy it.
I've noticed that we struggle
to migrate with souls,
to blend with souls,
but it is as easy as simply
helping others understand
that you are journeying too.
you get their struggle.
embrace each other,
with open arms,
open hearts,
and spread kindness,
and you'll realize how much
of the universe is within you
and how many lives
you impact.

children understand love better than i do

I wanna love you innocently,
with no history,
like a kid.
wrapped up in your arms
until my heart feels safe again.

i love you like the sun

you are my favorite kind of love,
one that reflects
the brightest,
sweetest
parts of me.

less than three

tell him that he’s handsome

 and that he makes your heart smile.

 i “less than three” you

 i “feel the warmth of my fuzzy heart because of” you

 i “strive to keep a smile on your face” you

 i “smell your scent long after we part,

 feel your touch in my sleep,

 thank the universe everyday for bringing you to me”

you.

 tell him “i love you”

in different languages.

 in different words, phrases.

 let it seep out of your mouth

 dripping like sap from a tree

 in the right season.

 i “give you all i got cause i feel you are worth the give” you.

 i love you.

 and not a day should go by that

 i love you

 doesn’t flow out of your mouth

 like a waterfall.

you are trying to hide the fact that you are weak

I hope that one day the world makes
you soft and kind,
to make up for all of the years
you wasted thinking that being harsh
was equal to strength.

Touch

and when he whispered
his lips became a
feather to my ear,
leaving me with a
sensation only virgins feel
after their second or third time
being kissed below their waist.
he thinks I don't notice
the pulse of his manhood
as he tried to brush
his lips across mine.
it started with a touch of the hand,
the lightest touch of his fingers,
making love to my wrist,
singing a beautiful
lust story,
causing a crave
that neither one of us were
suppose to desire.
you were long,
and drawn out,
and you took your time to
place your lips
on mine,
and relax my mind.
it's like a broken vhs,
the way my mind replays
how your voice sounded
when you told me to
"relax".
Never kiss a poet,
the way your tongue felt
going down my side
gave me enough inspiration
to write love poems,
lust poems,
and all of that in between.
You did something to me,
that I'm not entirely sure
that I've felt before.

finding your peace.

When you find yourself
in a position
where the world is only touching
the thick outline of your skin
that comes form years
and years
of hurt
sadness
and anger,
reposition yourself.
Bury yourself deep
into mother nature's
cold ground,
cover yourself with the cool breeze
and don't leave until
you have produced your own warmth,
don't leave until something
touches the soft spot
of your soul.

late night nudity.

I watched
as your skin
was illuminated by
the moon late
that night,
as you danced in all of
your possibilities.
You were bare,
and you were able to
feel the manipulation
of the stars.
They carefully
dressed up your skin,
turned on your fire,
and let you light
the world ablaze.
My world is still
glowing.

Reasons to Not Be Sad.

You are made up of
little pieces
of a mystery.
Of things that can't be explained,
and things that can be explained;
things that have been spoken of.
The Stars.
The Sky.
The Sun.
The Moon.
Every bit of it is inside of
you.
Your divine energy is
full of deep passionate blues,
vibrant luscious reds,
happy-go-lucky yellows.
You have not yet been fully discovered,
there is only a tiny bit of you
that has been understood.
You are the most delicate painting
in a gallery,
the one that most thieves
would attempt to take
at the darkest hour
in the night
and fail at such an act.
You are the beginning,
the intermission
and the finale.
You are Act I,
as well as Act II.
Nobody worth having
ever leaves before your bow.
You are many,
yet you are one.
and you have the entire universe
inside of the crevices
of your special soul.

Self Portrait

I am a lover.
I am everything I was cut out to be.
I am a joyous blessing;
a lesson of life.
I am loose, not in between my legs
but in my spirit.
I fly free.
I am a write you a poem type,
wanna hold you in my arms type,
need to be reassured type
woman.
I am a set fire to the rain,
cry with you,
always gonna be your shoulder type
woman.
I am amazing,
not only in my strengths,
but even more in my weaknesses.
I can only love with all I have,
not some sometimey
half for half
give up and quit type love.
I walk clumsily into a room
with more grace than a swan.
I am a contradiction.
I love freely, with protective ways.
I strive for excellence.
I strive for a journey.
I strive for a success that money cannot touch.
I am the sun rays that rob your room's
darkness at the break of morning.
I am the first sip of tea.
I am a collection of scars,
a collection of thoughts.
A limitless amount of memories.
I am.