“Here mommy! Here mommy!”
Little feet patter in hurried excitement
So proud as gently
He transfers little purple buds
Into my open palm
The first Flowers of spring
And the first Flowers
That he has given
In years to come he will give many more
And they won’t all be for mommy
But I will always remember
That his first flowers
Were for me.
-LM Jones
Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
One is a great lover, when one knows what hatred is🚬
Desire is a fundamental passion.
Author Artist
a couple of metaphors dripping from a broken soul | cocooned by solitude | afraid to love | lover of afrika | daughter of pain | wanderer | seeker | attracted to flowers🌼 | a hippie living in the wrong generation | nehanda's baby girl | occasionally sane | decolonised bohemian | recovering hopeless-romantic | in love with love | i have a medical condition, it's called hurt-phobia | somedays i love with my eyes, my heart is lazy | i prefer something else but they call me liz |
Chase the Storm
An Empyrean Cycle
What I've always wanted
Making a blank paper come to life, with a few lines
In the kingdom of life, with the strokes of the brush, the bow and the pen, artists have sowed their hearts to contrive, fields rivalling in beauty the Garden of Eden.
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
"Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
Freya's books and thoughts
(WRITER)
a search for inspiration
Nothing Gold Can Stay 
So very precious!
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Thanks Rama 🙂
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In every moment there is beauty, your ability to capture this beauty in words, staggers the heart.
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Thanks Clinton 🙂
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what a beautiful poem about the love of a child and the knowledge that he will grow and also give that love to others, but you will never forget his love for you. ♡
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Thanks Elle 🙂 yeah he’s my sweet boy!
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