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I woke up this morning
to tell you the sun has risen,
to say that the mornings
are still in bloom like fire
lilies carpeting a burnt sky.

I woke up this morning
to tell you the yellow headed
blackbirds have decorated
the pinetree outside again
and whenever they dance
they turn into the eyelets
of a large peacock tail
spread just for us.

I woke up this morning
to say that my heart still
feels empty but my soul
complete like the full moon
in a cloudless sky,

that nothing has changed
since you’ve been gone,
that the sun still rises
and the trees still spread
their wings and that my heart
is still full of stars.

I woke up this morning
to tell you I am healing,
that with every burnt sky
a new flower grows in its
place, petal by petal,

to tell you that I am full
of a song I still don’t know
the words to yet but
it is coming, and one day
I will sing it for you.
― I still miss you ||  Maza-Dohta  (via maza-dohta)
and what about belonging?
I have not yet found a place to be..
…so i am here
the evidence of a lifetime spent longing.
― be(longing) - Tapiwa Mugabe, (via tapiwamugabe)
According to you,
people like me
shouldn’t go into places like this or
be around people like these.
but you don’t know the half of it.
The brightest of stars, frankly
are just a load of hot air and
diamonds, sadly,
were just formed from dust and rock
and the butterfly, remember,
used to crawl on its belly
and tiny legs
through the dirt.
― from Yrsa Daley-Ward. You Dont Know the Half Of It. (via thiswillnotlast)

I have

So many feelings that I want to dance out of my mind and feel them move through and out of my body.

Two people who were once very close can
without blame
or grand betrayal
become strangers.
perhaps this is the saddest thing in the world.
― Warsan Shire (via thewallflowerandherwonderwall)

34 Excuses for Why We Failed at Love →


by Warsan Shire

1. I’m lonely so I do lonely things
2. Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
3. You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.
4. I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.
5. You’re a…


Happy Earth Day 💚 Poetry by Aiko Efuru 👽

A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
― from Zen Shin Talks (via moriarty)

(Source: serymn)