#blackpoet

[ptseti]

THIS. IS. WHITE. SUPREMACY

[kaytpoems]

her curves a scripture

i write over and over again in hopes

she will appear in my dreams. all 

wide smile and wicked intention. 

a blessing. a muse. a wish i hoped

to touch even if only in my sleep.

~K.T.

[sxthall]

[ethereall-e]

you’re my bad habit.

[floraenchanted]

restoration

october 10th | @nosebleedclub

how do you come out of love?

who starts it—

the men,

the mirror,

or memory?

break it apart.

he takes you

on the bathroom floor,

again and again,

until you see

jesus christ

in the reflection,

hugging a quarter of you

at five a.m.

ruin. here, honey —

slaughter him

softly.

the lion’s cage smells of lilacs,

a strange kind of healing

(if not holy).

let it be.

let it rot and bloom.

————

adapted from “brave” Ijeoma Umebinyuo and “little prayer” by Danez smith

[mendingandtranscending]

Sometimes I think about how being alone felt so much happier than this. In a way. With love comes heartbreak, hurt, headaches. It felt like I spent years building and growing into someone I love and treasure. Then I meet someone and I didn’t think I could be any happier than that. How could I forget the years of work I put into myself, FOR myself, just for someone to get swept up in me, take everything I have to give, then leave?

“I don’t think I’m ready.”

But why did you act like you were? Why didn’t you think of this when you realized I opened myself up to you, let myself be vulnerable to you, put my security in what I hoped would be delicate hands?

Is this my fault for letting my guard down? Was I delusional? Why didn’t I see it coming? Could I have stopped it? Am I the problem? Is it something I said? Something I did? Is there someone else? Was I not what he thought I was?

Enough. Enough.

You’re more than enough, start acting like it.

It doesn’t feel like I only lost you… it feels like I lost a little bit of myself. It kind of feels like I’m back to square one. The beautiful woman I spent years building up, the woman he fell for, the love I had for myself left with him. I’m not sure how that happened.

I don’t know who I’m becoming but I pray it’s someone beautiful. I don’t want this hurt to turn me ugly. I need to trust that everything is always going according to plan. There’s always a reason and that reason will reveal itself in time.

[3m0-ch1ck]

songs of journey

by izzie

morning birds sing a song of journey

flying over blades of grass kissed by morning dew

so i sit with myself; i am in no hurry

for it is in these moments that i become new

[linadelsol]