Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil In America: Notes In Praise Of Black Performance

things are getting better. change is scary but not more than staying in the same place forever.

~august/fictionflaws

I plucked you like a rose

You stab me with a thorn

I tolerated the pain

But you wether like a rose

he wrote poetry all over my skin

and i fell in love as he went on

we played stupid silly games

till it was the time for dawn

in the darkness of night

everything was full of ecstacy

there happened many things

with starry sky and you and me

your hands are intimidating

and how sensually you speak

caramel brown eyes

conspicuous, alluring physique

that moment was perfect

and how you did me undress

your face was bright as city lights

i didn't want to see anything else

-august

Mary Oliver, from "Serengeti”, House of Light

December 1, 1928 The early diary of Anaïs Nin, 1903-1977

there's always something i hide, something i whisper to myself at middle of the night.

-august/fictionflaws

maybe someday soon, we'll be there, together, forever.

they don't see the dew on the leaves which were my tears because those aren't from my eyes.

they don't know i cannot cry because i am just an echo of desert, and everything is dry.

instead of my eyes, my heart cries.

my heart yells evertime a nail is pierced on my soul which is so concealed that it is as invisible as air.

i have no place to shed tears. i have no home to weep.

for me, these leaves cry. they know the pain i am enduring. they understand my heartache.

i have eyes but they see me more. they are my companion in my best and worse. they give me a way to breathe.

i could never be more thankful to what earth gave me and how soil is always giving me a place to keep my feet on.

i am fortunate enough to have a friend no one else has.

-Aakriti.

you are just a thought far away for deciding what you wanna be.

-August.