Capture this:

Essence, like multiple personalities
sitting in the same house.

Such intensities of changing rhythms
and feeling that knowing whisper
that it's all okay.

She's angry, she's mad
She wants to cry
Pity, distant loneliness
tired, body aches
happy, dancing
Sensual
Wisdom pours
all at once.

Where were we?
It's hard to say
Would like to go
Would like to stay

It doesn't work to
try to sort your way through
Sift along the waves
As they pull back to you

I AM here
But what I thought was me is fading
which can be odd at times, to say the least

I AM here
and still living in the shading
of an old design, that's not yet released

I AM here
The many rhythms changing
As the tired identity continues obsolete

Farewell my friend
the dissolution will come to end
Now we are free
As you open up to thee

Acquired form appears ambiguous  
with true biology slightly contiguous
layered together in amalgamation
Antiquated DNA disfiguration

The patterns are broken
dynamic expression
beyond attachment
to any creation
I AM that---
I AM.

I feel like a drink
to wash down the burning intensity of anger and frustration
Temporary feelings of momentary exasperation

I don't expect for you to truly see
what precisely is going on within me

With the wind, it disappeared, fathomed away,
Into the unending horizon of lies and mirages.
I could've chased, and followed, and trailed,
through the mountains, seas and mud tracks,
But I had enough of it all.
I had realized, that life was more than just always chasing,
It is about caring what you have,
before it goes away too,
It is about being at home, where your heart rests,
Sleeping peacefully with a mature choir of feelings,
Dousing the fire of greed.
Forever in certainty.
As some things r better lost than given back.

she is wrapped in the most beautiful linen

white silks

moonlit satin

a soft figure enveloped by their beauty

delicate hands

groomed fingernails

dark eyes

wet hearts

her power takes my breath away

i look up and


she is no longer a pseudonym

she is only the moon

i finally let you go

Suppressed, depressed, much stress
on my chest, missing my breaths.
I frown as I drown and I’ve lost my crown,
so while I fall down I seem like a clown.
I’m the problem that I need to face
and I’ve been going at a non-existent pace.
So when my heart breaks,
does it make a sound?

Above the surface, wrath lays with reality
and doves are displaced by calamity.
Blood in my mouth, thoughts sprayed with profanity,
hugging anger in sight, when I face my vanity.
Nudged by neglect, hoping to stray from insanity,
I look to bud into the tenets of humanity.

I commend those who resist the immense desire
to liberate their anger as a friendly fire,
but with wrath, I could mend my pain.
My eyes come into nothing of vain
as this disdain leaves my bane stained.

My words fell on the deaf ears of my peers,
so when the smoke clears, I’m free from fears.
The isolation doesn’t feel foreign
so why feel for him? Why peel for him
fruit when he has no labor yet whims?
I'll take my broken heart by the hems,
a heart that lives apart, with lights dimmed,
and make it harder without barter as I’m born again.

They say girls who listen to Jhené Aiko are toxic
And girls who listen to Summer Walker are dramatic
The ones who listen to SZA are eccentric
And the ones who belt out all three are chaotic
But why is it that female emotion is a threat?
Why does female expression make you upset?
Is it because you’re afraid of what’s next?
Of a woman realizing that what she feels towards you is regret?
Of a woman coming to terms with the hell you tried to make her forget?
Of her understanding that you’ll be forever in her debt?
As she grieves her heartache away with Jhené,
Misses you more with Summer,
And realizes her power with SZA,
She becomes an improved version of the woman you never deserved

It may be difficult
For a flower to bloom
But it withers
In a little while

When the last drop of youth
Has been sipped
And we become nothing
But struggling, boring adults—

You'll look back
At this moment
And wonder if you
Bloomed well

Because nothing
Hurts more
Than realizing
That you are

Just a wilted flower
From the start

Never bloomed
Never blossomed
An unfolded flower—
From the very beginning

don't go
stay,
stay,
and
stay.

even
if
you
go
away
today,
i'll
follow
yo­u
until
my
sole's
run
sore.

i
tried
to
run
after
you
but
lost
you.

where
are
you?
i'm
delusive
now.

come
back...

i
haven't
imagined
anything
without
you.

nothing
makes
sense
without
you.

So,
ple­ase
come
back.

i'm
still
here
but
won't
be long.

An
old
acquaintance
of
mine
came
to
meet
me;
he
has
no
face,
no
voice,
yet
troubles
me.

he
can't
talk
but
makes
me
feel
the
pain.

pain
of
letting go,
pain
of
not
seeing
you
again.

don't
worry
he
is
shy;
won't
hurt
you,
won't
indulge
you.

but
i
think
you
might
like
him;
he
is
like
you.

he
keeps
me
alive
and
you
don't
let
me
live.

don't
worry
he
likes
strangers
but
you
are
none.

so,
please
come
back...

i'm
waiting.

Darkness,
I remember how I led your way
into my life,
Allowing you to make me blind;

I regretted but I also repeated
again and again,

Like a cyclic process,
You became a part of my life,
With trifling causes;

You made me hope
for a light
to save myself;

And while waiting,
I realized that the light I'm hoping for
is deep inside me;

Buried, forgotten and it was so long
That I thought it was rotten
Just like you;