Her hair flows down her back like a waterfall, it kisses her hips aggressively like how water hits rock, how rain slaps pavement and out of her belly flows rivers of possibilities. the possibility of beauty, of admiration and even though she feels like she’s hit rock bottom, out of her flows the possibility of perfection. #perfection #river #imagery #water #poetry #poem

Her hair was fire. wavy tongues of fire. She was beautiful before she met you, and you took it away. it was this beauty that drew you to her and you stuck to her and drained her; a leach but you were a leach with good intentions Or so she thought. Her heart was a flame It kept her warm when the world got cold you were her world… her ever cold world you seeped through her walls and poked her at her weak spots she let you in, hoping you’ll kindle her but she was wrong Her eyes

On our last day in school as students, a friend of mine (who i spent the entire 4 years trying to impress, and failed miserably) got the opportunity to perform this spoken word piece in front of the 2016 class.🎉yay🎉. It was exciting to write this with him… he’s a phenomenal poet. When he starts making his talent public, i’ll reblog him  every other week😁!  It was a mushy 3-minute-performance but i enjoyed every moment of it. Enjoy. The times are changing The moment we’ve b