🍵Miss.Iyawna🍵 Bay Areaaa>Sac IG:@Mmmatchamamazz

🍶Growin, learnin, teachin, lovin, healin, makin my pain in2 art, laughin till I can’t breathe, chefin & eatin sum yum yum food🍶 #AllaboutGROWTH🌻

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For more of my irrelevant & insignificant, little life follow the Instagram: @Mmmatchamamazz

[iyawna-kbye]

Poems are like someone’s great grandmothers famous apple pie recipe. Something that after created and given for the world to feed off of, it is best left untouched.

Something that has the importance of lasting, forever.

Or at least until the end.

Favorite places with one way flights that are too distant to reach are as bitter sweet as an unripened mango.

Deep thoughts and true feelings people are too uncertain and maybe afraid to ever let roll out of their mouths and share like a little kid who wont share with their siblings despite there obvious love for them.

Time is often too oftenly wasted.

So instances turn into moments and moments turn into hours and hours turn into days and days turn into months. 5 days shy of three months can pass and you may transform and the world may stay the exact same way you left it. Or you may not hold onto all that you said you were going to never let go of. But hey, they remind you no one is perfect. Yet, you can’t help but ask yourself and strongly consider that this is not what they meant by that too often used useless cliche of a saying. Because of course it holds truth, no one is perfect but things were never expected to get as messed up as they did. Too messed up to ever try to cloth a pretentious saying over in hopes to only make someone feel good. Failing to see that feelings are the driving force of all the things that have crashed. Only leaving a mess. But, nothing that isn’t worth trying to clean up…

Growing up no one ever sugar coated anything for me. My family colored things in white and black, often warning me to stay inside the lines and when I was wrong I felt the burn they told me id feel from that thing called fire.

Yet that never kept me from touching it.

Our pasts are like the scars we carelessly almost effortlessly left on our bodies. They will remain forever. But with strong will can be moved on from so don’t let anyone tell you that there isn’t still a happy ending or change of pace for every wrong turn. This isn’t to give some silly thing like,hope.

This is to give truth. Like the lessons your great grandma taught your father, that he so willingly passed onto you and were prayed upon to oneday soak in. Let those soak. Exhale the bull shit and make room for your future and breathe in the brightness that tomorrow is never certain nor uncertain. Inhale all the possibility thats out there to find by just simply taking the time to see it. Be a frequent flyer to that place called serenity and allow yourself to reach the destination that peace of mind brings. Remember it can only get better but only if you are willing to stick through the journey. Maybe so obvious in moments of clarity but in times of haze words like these that have formed into a piece of art a poem, may be the exact words needed to prevent another wrong turn that held the power to change your entire life. It is that intense, these feelings we have in moments of vulnerability. Along with, the power these feelings hold to allow us to collectively  make a mess out of life. But remember…  they are only that, just feelings. Not life changing decisions, they don’t have to be that anymore. They can just pass like the passing of a wave after another follows. Or like the waves of pain at 16. They will come and go and eventually subside. Nothing not ever even close, to something as forever as your great grandmas apple pie recipe or the lessons that she taught your father that you had the gift to receive.

So be present.  

Be the person you think you aren’t

Be your passion.

& live like this, forever.

Until the end.

Iyawna Anderson

[iyawna-kbye]

Rediscovery...

I have recently taken an immense time to be one with myself. To get to know the person that stares back at me when I look in the mirror. I have took some time to separate myself from all my past hang ups and habits that I now see were suffocating the beautiful person I once was and always had within me. As a result of this, I have rediscovered not only myself but also my old and new flare for writing and reading. I have been escaping the world and all the ugly that comes with it by simply loosing myself in a story, eagerly turning a page and, writing words that form pieces of art that spill out my past and present like a child spills milk. I have a handful of poems I am both reluctant and eager to share. Regardless if anyone takes the time to read it, it’s out there. Just knowing I have created something that I can then give back to the world is such a beautiful beautiful truth. If I continue with this eager and determined new sense of being while I continue creating I know one day, just one day someone out there will connect. As they find it has startled and tugged at something within them that unravels as a relation. They relate. They feel. They know they are not alone. And how brilliant is that?    //I.A

[iyawna-kbye]

For more of my irrelevant & insignificant, little life follow the Instagram: @Mmmatchamamazz

[nourrice]

they didn’t text you back because they didn’t want to ok??? go do a clay mask its fine

[neverthere12345]

[xt-ccc-deactivated20211116]

i want to meet someone who makes me feel the way music does

[mochipanko]

rainforest bath

(with rain sound!)

[mochipanko]

almost forgot! here the pic version and some close ups!

[iyawna-kbye]

Rediscovery...

I have recently taken an immense time to be one with myself. To get to know the person that stares back at me when I look in the mirror. I have took some time to separate myself from all my past hang ups and habits that I now see were suffocating the beautiful person I once was and always had within me. As a result of this, I have rediscovered not only myself but also my old and new flare for writing and reading. I have been escaping the world and all the ugly that comes with it by simply loosing myself in a story, eagerly turning a page and, writing words that form pieces of art that spill out my past and present like a child spills milk. I have a handful of poems I am both reluctant and eager to share. Regardless if anyone takes the time to read it, it’s out there. Just knowing I have created something that I can then give back to the world is such a beautiful beautiful truth. If I continue with this eager and determined new sense of being while I continue creating I know one day, just one day someone out there will connect. As they find it has startled and tugged at something within them that unravels as a relation. They relate. They feel. They know they are not alone. And how brilliant is that?    //I.A

[iyawna-kbye]

I no longer live through my inspirations in acts of eratic emotion based actions but yet I live through my inspirtions through my creations. //I.A🍵

[ifnooneknowsyourealiveyouarent]

Honestly Neil, me too.

[nahimoffthis-deactivated2018091]

Me, flirting: -leaves you alone-

[danger]

[heartbreakclubs]

me? both avoiding and craving attention? you bet

[iyawna-kbye]

Poems are like someone’s great grandmothers famous apple pie recipe. Something that after created and given for the world to feed off of, it is best left untouched.

Something that has the importance of lasting, forever.

Or at least until the end.

Favorite places with one way flights that are too distant to reach are as bitter sweet as an unripened mango.

Deep thoughts and true feelings people are too uncertain and maybe afraid to ever let roll out of their mouths and share like a little kid who wont share with their siblings despite there obvious love for them.

Time is often too oftenly wasted.

So instances turn into moments and moments turn into hours and hours turn into days and days turn into months. 5 days shy of three months can pass and you may transform and the world may stay the exact same way you left it. Or you may not hold onto all that you said you were going to never let go of. But hey, they remind you no one is perfect. Yet, you can’t help but ask yourself and strongly consider that this is not what they meant by that too often used useless cliche of a saying. Because of course it holds truth, no one is perfect but things were never expected to get as messed up as they did. Too messed up to ever try to cloth a pretentious saying over in hopes to only make someone feel good. Failing to see that feelings are the driving force of all the things that have crashed. Only leaving a mess. But, nothing that isn’t worth trying to clean up…

Growing up no one ever sugar coated anything for me. My family colored things in white and black, often warning me to stay inside the lines and when I was wrong I felt the burn they told me id feel from that thing called fire.

Yet that never kept me from touching it.

Our pasts are like the scars we carelessly almost effortlessly left on our bodies. They will remain forever. But with strong will can be moved on from so don’t let anyone tell you that there isn’t still a happy ending or change of pace for every wrong turn. This isn’t to give some silly thing like,hope.

This is to give truth. Like the lessons your great grandma taught your father, that he so willingly passed onto you and were prayed upon to oneday soak in. Let those soak. Exhale the bull shit and make room for your future and breathe in the brightness that tomorrow is never certain nor uncertain. Inhale all the possibility thats out there to find by just simply taking the time to see it. Be a frequent flyer to that place called serenity and allow yourself to reach the destination that peace of mind brings. Remember it can only get better but only if you are willing to stick through the journey. Maybe so obvious in moments of clarity but in times of haze words like these that have formed into a piece of art a poem, may be the exact words needed to prevent another wrong turn that held the power to change your entire life. It is that intense, these feelings we have in moments of vulnerability. Along with, the power these feelings hold to allow us to collectively  make a mess out of life. But remember…  they are only that, just feelings. Not life changing decisions, they don’t have to be that anymore. They can just pass like the passing of a wave after another follows. Or like the waves of pain at 16. They will come and go and eventually subside. Nothing not ever even close, to something as forever as your great grandmas apple pie recipe or the lessons that she taught your father that you had the gift to receive.

So be present.  

Be the person you think you aren’t

Be your passion.

& live like this, forever.

Until the end.

Iyawna Anderson

[velvetvetiver]

The version of you right now is deserving of love. Not you two years ago when you had more of your shit together, or the five years later version where you’ll surely be thriving. The version of you right now. The one that might just be okay, or is really struggling, or is bored and unproductive. That version deserves love. Having trouble accepting this is fine, but actively denying it is not. Your value is intrinsic, and finding confidence in that is mandatory.

[iyawna-kbye]

“Complexities come get with me” But lately things have been rather simple and I’m discovering a lot about myself 💫