just a thought

A girl should be like a butterfly; pretty to see but hard to catch

[sunsethide-away]

I'm fighting pushing past the surface

Take me, how long must I stay

Dreaming of unattainable things

Weary of what joy brings

I forget to pray, I'm ashamed

I don't want to go but I do not object to what Your decisions may bring

Drowning, never living for the thrill

I need an umbrella, I'm soaked in sorrow

Should I run or should I follow

Rules were meant to be broken

Are we not all already prisoners of our minds

Sun-kissed skin, feline qualities

I've never swam, never floated

Drenched in the needs of them

I have not lived

Truly I should stay, but I need to live.

C.R.

[redlipstickresurrected]

Amy Beager (British, b. 1988, Billericay, Essex, England, based Chelmsford, England) - 1: Somnolence 2, 2020, Acrylic, Oil on Canvas  2: Closer, 2020, Acrylic, Collage and Oil on Wood Panel

[sunsethide-away]

[itsinmymelanin2]

A Piece Of Mind

I think clearly when I smoke

I am at peace when I'm not around my folk

I am paper with scribbled notes

Floating on water like aimless boats

I'm aware

Yet I have fear

I'm alive

With no will to take the dive

I love to love, yet I require an extra shove

I breathe this air; light

Yet it's burden I bare

I open my eyes but I'm afraid to see

I perfectly flawed; afraid to be

I think; reluctant to put paper to ink.

For the first time this makes no sense

Maybe I'm not deep, but I know for sure I'm not dense.

C.S.R.

[sunsethide-away]

I don't care for old

I don't care for new

I care for passion and a love that's true

I hate the pain but it's what I need

I go where you go, I go where you lead

I want to play like my inner child

I need intensity not some thing mild

My heart is gold, I choose to believe,

I need an anchor, someone; someone who will never leave.

C.S.R.

[itsinmymelanin2]

I want her to love

I want her to comb my hair

Like she loves me

Even though it's rough she take her time as though she combs through clouds.

I want her to love me

Communicate her to me, not at me, not through me but to me

I want her to see me for me, for the unique glass she carved into perfection.

I need her to understand me but first she needs to listen not here

I need her to laugh at my jokes because understands me

I need her to open her heart to me, love me like her ownself

I wanted her to wash my hair

I wanted her to care

I wanted her to love mind

I needed her to be kind

I needed her to nurture

I needed a perfect future.

C.S.R

[missinyouiskillingme]

I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.

[missinyouiskillingme]

tell them I was happy and my heart is broken

[sunsethide-away]

"I was vulnerable around you, you assured me I would be safe, and then you used it against me, you used my deepest feelings as ammunition.....

I've been shot down; alone, I went down alone. Like a ship wreck, you promised that if we go down, we would go down together, but that wasn't true. Was it?"

Unknown

[sunsethide-away]

"Unfortunately, but based on past experiences, there is no one person I trust with my feelings, heart or thoughts."

Unknown

[fyblackwomenart]

“Gentle Soul II” by Andileh

[sunsethide-away]

"I've imagined a thousand times the things I want to do to you, to say to you, to have with you and to build with you

I've felt my fingers slowly trickle down your skin like honey stimulating your body the way you do my mind........but I'm lost; I started this narrative about you but now as hope all that I feel isn't true, I pray to this God, a God, any God, that I no longer write about you."

C.S.R.

[itsinmymelanin2]

"......... And in the longest of times, I feel happy, and I feel lulled. I find a sense of peace in listening sad songs. I feel so much love that I can't help but give love back. I get up out of bed and I welcome the fresh, cool, early December air; it rushes in and I am calmed. And then I wrote. I wrote not a poem, not an essay, not a script but a thought, a promise to my future self that this peace is possible. That even, If only for a second, the tempest in your mind can't help but succumb to the light, crisp, magnetic, joy laugh of December."

-yar ttar

[itsinmymelanin2]

"Unsmoke me

For I am sin

Unsmoke me

So I may no longer burn like embers of a flame

Born from deep within

Unsmoke me

As i was not the right strength nor flavor of cigar

Quit this addiction you have

For the more smoke you pull and the harder you draw, the more painful and harsher you're lung will scar.

Unsmoke me

For I am no longer your desired flavor of weed

The high is what you want but not what need."

-C.S.R.

[sunsethide-away]

"I can't beautify the world around me in every moment, everyday for every photo; but that's alright we aren't meant to be flawlessly curated because this- this is real -and we ought to remember that." -Leigh Fisher (at Maryland) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgZblzPuLQh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sunsethide-away]

"As pain floods my heart, overflowing and seeping through my skin, like sweat on a hot summer's eve; pain spills from the clouds of my mind, watering my sorrows, I know now not only the depths of these scars nor the weight of your words in breaking my spirit but also the power of your touch and its ability to break me with it."

-C.s.R.

[thememedaddy]

Me irl