A dream that burned so bright,
it lit up the corners of the gloomiest alleys.
A dream as bright as the first light,
and as genial as a warm hug.
A gentle touch,
a glacé remembrance
of the sunny woods.
- Anneshwa ✨
Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Jinn”
June Jordan, from Haruko/Love Poems; “Poem for my pretty man”
Oh, well.
others: trauma
me, an intellectual: p o e t r y m a t e r i a l
You told me to stop loving you but I couldn't, instead you stopped, and yet i couldn't.
Anneshwa Paul
Things I need. (1/∞) 💭💫
unknown 𖧷 🌙
Art sets you free, art lets you breathe. Through art you let it all out, through your art you are you. Your art should be an escapade, the process should make your heart race. It should be for you and you alone and only then it shall soothe other souls.
-anneshwa ✨
Your eyes ignited the unexpected wildfires that my little cottage heart wasn't ready for. Now, i burn, my home burns and your eyes burn while watching everything else flaring into ashes.
Anneshwa Paul
my forever mood
Something about the way your lips moved when they called out my name. Dew drops from heaven placed on those soft petals. Thunders woke me up turning those drops into hails. All in vain. Just a nightmarish daydream.
Anneshwa