Source: mariashannonMy god I can’t explain how much I love this poet, she gives me goosebumps with the way she uses her words! One of my fave poems from Alysia Harris, enjoy:)
I love how all the constellations are named after Greek heroes
It reminds me that even though mortals they have vices too
I love…
Source: thehazelnutttHearts are still something like sweatshirts
When you leave them in someone else’s home for too long
Well, it’s not completely yours anymore
There will be days when you feel like you can’t breathe The pain in your life and all the hurt of the world will form the darkest cloud of sorrow surrounding your very being Which may cause you to have an asthma attack But I promise you, If you somehow find the courage and strength to push and pull through those dark clouds you’ll be able to see the brightest light on the other side And when you do, I dare you to inhale every molecule of oxygen that this world has to offer you and with the biggest exhalation from your lungs I want you to yell out “Yo! I made it through this one!” There will be days when you don’t feel like the prettiest thing walking on this earth But let me remind you that the prettiest thing walking on this earth doesn’t exist but if she did, she probably isn’t even real. And before you ever open up any Cosmopolitian or Vogue magazine I will inform you that Photoshop is a damn good liar… So don’t you dare buy into the superficial distortions of what true beauty really is… There will be days when heartbreak is the only thing you know because some guy thought that it was okay to allow you to fall flat on your face when you decided to fall in love with him… And when it happens… I will be there I will be there to pick up the pieces, help put you back together again, dust you off and teach you how to walk with your head held high enough so that when you walk in a room you demand respect but low enough to show that you ain’t conceited or arrogant And it will be ok… I will be that cliche mother and sing “Oooh child, things are gonna get easier”… Only because they will be and I mean it from the deepest sencerity of my heart There will be days when you feel like you’re drowning in your own tears… But I’m a mom… So I’m pretty sure that I have a coupon for Bounty: The quicker picker upper somewhere in the house to help you clean this whole mess up because that’s what they’re there for… And that’s what I’m here for… To remind you that no matter how dark the cloud above you is There is always a big enough umbrella made out of HOPE to help you get through… To remind you that this life is going to throw it’s hardest punches at you So stand up and be the warrior that God made you to be To remind you that there will be days when you feel like you can’t breathe… To somehow find the courage and strength to push and pull through those dark clouds just so you can see the brightest light on the other side And when you do, I dare you to inhale every molecule of oxygen that this world has to offer you and with the biggest exhalation from your lungs I want you to yell out “Yo! I made it through this one!” Lovelene Mendez 4/27/12
Source: everythingiscopacetic“She, a rusty faucet, dripping self esteem that falls quicker than short skirts in motels when the sun blinks for too long. You see, when confidence hits the ground, it echoes like sin in a room full of God, and I can hear her coming a mile away.”
Source: itslavish“Her life story is just a sandpaper love song written on a napkin full of all the reasons why no one should ever try to hug the rain. You always end up soaking wet and by yourself.
Her footsteps: they sound like the ignition to a father’s car the day that he decided that he was too thirsty to pour water on his own seed so when she calls me “daddy” I never really get excited because I know that it’s just the title that she gives the branches in her life that are destined to be abducted by the wind.
Honestly, I can’t tell you her favorite color… her middle name… or what her face looks like with the lights on. All I know is that we are both allergic to the exact same things: compliments… the word “beautiful”… and someone saying “I love you” with arms full of acceptance and sincerity on their breath.
Sometimes, I wonder what she carries in the luggage underneath her eyes. Sometimes, I-I wanna ask if those bags ever get too heavy for her face. But instead, I… I let those questions sandcastle inside of my stomach. I amputate the parts of me that have grown fond of her smell.
I wait until she leaves.And I think to myself,
Most men would be proud of something like this..”
