You’re in a different light; you’re
in your own light.
He’s blind to you now, you’re lemon
juice in his eyes.
teen spirit | sza
Janet Jackson - Any Time, Any Place
Natural Hairstyle Illustrations
Agreed. I’d love to see the credits for this
What is this flyness??
Who created these majestic masterpieces of black culture&history??!!
By: Christina Rossetti
They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves, And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay; While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way. I did not hear the birds about the eaves, Nor hear the reapers talk among the sheaves: Only my soul kept watch from day to day, My thirsty soul kept watch for one away:—Perhaps he loves, I thought, remembers, grieves. At length there came the step upon the stair, Upon the lock the old familiar hand: Then first my spirit seemed to scent the air Of Paradise; then first the tardy sand Of time ran golden; and I felt my hair Put on a glory,and my soul expand. #poem #poetry
By: Cassandre Smith
Hands crossed, limp and pallid, upon the chest Eyes sealed with ease in eternal slumber Lifted from this earth, ascending, swathed in light Soul entwining with his beloved, common ground Taken too soon Family assembles, growing tense, anticipating her presence Hillbilly folk songs resonate, saturate the air - thick to the senses Observed from above - a crudely contrived circus Stumbling through the awkward setting, billowing breezes puff up their unsightly attire Respect and honor lacking She does not emerge - she does not quench the eagerness of the indignant attendees Revenge is seething, accumulating, bulging from the orifices Photographs, memories of her - thrown away with haste, erasing the hurt, smudging the regret Repressing the acidic hate It will not dissolve so easily A day devoted to surrendering, to cherishing, for remembering Destroyed by a bomb of selfish, twisted manipulation Washed away by childish antics Altered venue, serene atmosphere, recognition and appreciation are due Rest in peace. #poetry #poem