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mmmmmm the sounds of my soul

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azize and i whispering sweet nothings to each other thru the piano ~

i love the sound of heels against a hard surface, keys finding their way to the keyhole, and seeing my furry babies after a long night

sweet thoughts turned to words on my rooftop amidst morning chai time

for my love ~

blue door nestled behind a sea of palm trees
tucked away surrounded by overgrown weeds
perfectly tapered bricks make up the seams
behind blue door there is you and there is me
we make up the insides
not so perfectly interweaved
we like different things
we exist by different means
i like to walk and observe everything that’s intricate around me
you like to run and feel the breeze caress your skin
we’re just different
but behind blue door it’ll always be you and it’ll always be me

black cherries
black blood
how many more will bleed until we've had enough
how many more will we bruise and leave at the bottom of the bunch
dark night
dark life
there's a chill in this summer night
raging fumes from fiery thoughts turned to actions
sirens echo from every direction
jagged scatterings of glass mimic a yellow brick road that leads to a revolution
our revolution
as the city burns so does a previous way of life
it's slowly fizzling out and i watch as the remnants transform into specks of shimmery glitter
no more checking behind your shoulder at every corner
no more black blood
only
black cherries

a poem from me to you

lola is my homegirl / dog and i just started teaching myself how to play the guitar

the sound of rain always soothes me

existing in my mind can be a lot at times, so sometimes i leave myself written letters or voice recordings giving myself a pep talk. this is one of them and i wanted to share because sometimes we all need to be told to snap the fuck out of it. :)

some thoughts I want to share that I’ve found to be valuable in my everyday life

pretty girl in a room full of people
engaging in forced smiles and meaningless conversations
she escapes away
a few moments of solitude
enough for a quick smoke break
“peace” she thinks, for a second anyway
you make your way and ask for a light
she obeys
you take this as an invitation to engage
a few drags later,
you’ve got the head high that nicotine permits
you brush up against her
waiting for a reaction
she uncomfortably smiles and looks away
pretty girl isn’t sure if that was intentional or a brush by mistake
a moment later, you move in closer, move her hair from her face
she says “no stop,”
still, you’re gonna have it your way
she screams for help
but you cover her mouth so quickly, she got out nothing more than a yelp
you squeeze her too tight
run your nails through her thighs
pin her against the wall
and tell her, “shh it won’t take long”
mascara tears are running down her face
as you unbuckle, unbutton, and stick it in her deeply
no regard for her profuse weeping
she’s stopped resisting
she’s numb
frozen
all she feels is the cold jagged bricks against her petite shoulders
a few jerks later you’ve cum, you’ve finished
two minutes for you
a lifetime for her
pretty girl is left with all the scrapes and bruises

a short and sweet lil one

a poem xx

sometimes after writing my thoughts in my notebook, i’ll record them as a voice-note on my phone to listen to later. the power of voice and audio has always had a deep impact on me. this is a recording from september 16th, 2017.

a poem i wrote on my drive down a bumpy road to jaipur, india

how do you define beauty?

hey hi, thanks for being here, i appreciate you more than you know. lots of love and light to you xx