let nothing be wasted, love nothing go unnoticed, skin like crepe paper, tartness on your lips the ash grew a place in your hair-- but, age brings with it a silver lining. | #mernwrites ------------------------------------- #birthdayroses usher the years in like a #burning #cigarette -- #time is almost up. #writer #poetry #perspective #artist #photography #art #writer #creativewriting

over here not drowning. | #mernwrites . . . . . #poet #poetry #poem #writer #godvibe #create #write #4amcrew #writersofinstagram #writingislife #writerscommunity #qotd #quotestoliveby #soulfood #Thankful #IAm to you #God

Making A Poem | -- Ribbons of incense penetrate the walls making them warm and musky Mounds of white billowy circles of me barely breathing Your fingers are feathers in my hair lightly touching, feeling for words seeping through my skin making poetry. | #mernwrites #poetry #love #blackandwhitephotography

look into the eye of her soul until you no longer have eyes to see, then you will see. | #mernwrites ------------------------------------ #godvibe #goddess #Iam #weareone #californiacoast #homesweethome #calilove #ocean #sunset #surf #sand #poet #poetry #poem #poeticjustice (at Carpinteria State Beach)

Perspective | I'm sitting in the sun 9:12 a.m after a cup of Nestcafè and am so satisfied that the birds found the little pile of seeds I left for them-- they're so clever, those little birds, to find the seeds under the three tiered bath I put out for them to enjoy. I think to myself, I'm having my very best life, I really am. Until I remember that I don't have that big house with a pool and and that I don't know when I will have that again, and that I don't really know what I'm doing with my life-- the birds fade into the sky and the flies in the yard, why are there so many fucking flies in this yard, buzz in my good ear. | #poetry #mernwrites #naturephotography #gmaster #thehuntingtongardens #photography #sonya6000 (at The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens)

The day will carry on without me, if I'm ready, or I'm not, it will be If I stay inside all day, be it as it may, the birds will sing Anyway The day will carry on without me, if I'm ready, or I'm not it will be, it won't stop to hear my sorrow, doesn't care about tomorrow, it will bring the Spring Anyway The day will carry on without me, the trees and all her leaves will sway, And the sun will keep on shining, it will set with perfect timing, and bring forth a night like yesterday, If I chose to stay in bed all day. -------------------------------- I was coming back from dropping off Soleil this morning listening to #Jazz and a #melody stuck to me; it took thoughts out of my head so swiftly that I had to pull over and write #lyrics to it. I am going to ask Soleil to #sing it on my #stories later so you can hear it. I also arranged this photo today--and I remembered that #melancholy is beautiful if you use it creatively and don't allow it to consume you. It's a gift and curse I've had all my life. | #writer #poet #photography #roses #song #mood #moodygrams #mernwrites

"I have to shave my hairy monster face," he said, and I thought it was both manly and childish. He went into the bathroom and I, dreading another day of forcing myself to make money, stretched face down into my organic-cotton-knit-sweater-like blanket-- oh "hygge" hold me. I reached over, Maya always so near, always writing about her blackness, and played Russian roulette, my favorite. Page 165 "An' ain't we all Black, An' ain't we all bad" Yeah, we bad, I thought. Yeah, we bad. He comes out of the bathroom shaven, before I could even finish the poem and my thoughts. Damn, that was fast baby. He said, "was it?" He leans over and says, "I'm giving you a second kiss today." And plants one on my forehead. It's my lucky day, I respond. Digging my body into the bed, leaving my book unattended, still in my pajamas 15 minutes before I have to leave for work. | #mernwrites #poetry #poet #poem #words #mayaangelou #muse #life #hygge #simplicity #photography #books #writersofinstagram

what is one hundred years, but only time folded into time, a fool wears a centennial crown and calls it progress-- man is just man folded into man becoming more of himself in another time-- while evolution waits patiently to be discovered in empathy. | #words #wisdom #mernwrites #think #poet #poetry

old #poetry will be making a comeback. maybe pieces of whole ones, maybe whole ones • #mernwrites ______________________________________ #love #words

: did you write a poem about me? : every breath I take is a poem about you. ------------------------------/2016 #mernwrites #poet #love #blackandwhitephotography

when you were sleeping i memorized your face your birthmarks became my constellation-- and everything I believed in now and in the past was written all over your skin. | 7-2003, 2016 Edit #poem #goodmorning #sleepy #love #poetry #writer #loveletter #mernwrites #mernshoots

I want to succeed so badly I have to. I have to like, I have no other choice. I want to move forward, I am ready. I have my running shoes on, I am in position, I have trained— I’ve read the books, I’ve listened to the talks, I’ve had the dreams, I know the drill. I’m on track to move forward, but all the directional signs point to me, so I don’t move, because I can’t possibly be it. I yell it out, “GOD!, You said in perfect timing, You said you have a plan for me! But I don’t see it and I’ve been waiting a pretty long time. And the stress on my knees is making me weak from waiting, Eyebrows burrowed, I am in position, and my hands are shaking. The signs, they light up, one by one here we go --- this is it. And I wait for them to shift direction, to show me where to go. But, they don’t move. I begin to recall every book I’ve read, every quote, every story, every success article, every Ted Talk-- follow your dreams! and my head goes limp and I begin to cry because what is my dream? What am I? What is success? What do I want? What if I am mediocre? And I move from my position, and I fall into prayer, and enter my house of Truth. From within my House, I can see the tips of the arrows, hundreds of signs pointing in, and my House is bright. In it, I ask, what is success? And the way it works, see – is it is already written in books that I helped write, so, the knowledge is accessible at all times. What is success to me? ------------------------- it is holding the hand inside of another and creating a brighter light. it is a gentle assistance, a patient teacher, being a student of life it is knowing I Am a burning match with the power to ignite another sun and a galaxy is greater when it accommodates another One ------------------------- And the directional signs are buzzing and screaming and flashing – because success was never about me and a galaxy has never been mediocre. | #mernwrites -------------------------------- #success #getrich #life #wisdom #light #growth #writer #dreambig #writersofinstagram #succeed #quoteoftheday #God #IAm #TheSecret #TheAlchemist #TheWarofArt #tedTalks @marieforleo 🙏🏼 (at Zuma Beach)

God slit the universe billions of times over and it spilled out unto itself, into silken droplets, formed petals waving freely in zero gravity, until each came together, like the law of attraction like the way we have to be with each other like the way you find me each and every time, like when we come together, finally and make great blossoms in the sky. 2017 #mernwrites #poetry #write #poesía #mood

You won't drown if you remember you are the sea. | #mernwrites ------------------------------------

Making A Poem | -- Ribbons of incense penetrate the walls making them warm and musky Mounds of white billowy circles of me barely breathing Your fingers are feathers in my hair lightly touching, feeling for words seeping through my skin making poetry. | #mernwrites #poetry #love #blackandwhitephotography

I imagine jumping out of my car sometimes, especially now that the hills are green. Mulholland is something beautiful about Los Angeles, lined with wild flowers and shrubs, dotted with tiny castles thick with stories and shiny egos. I could photograph anything here. I regrettably decide not to jump, but sit in my car and be the snakes belly as a hundred cars glide up the winding road, slowly, seductively, pressed against the hillside. I stare out my window--I was in one of those tiny castles the other day, it was abandoned for several years I was told. It was a wedding gift that someone didn't want. I thought about it, too long I think, about the luxury of denying a gift like that. Or, perhaps she just wanted love. I stuck my camera out of my window and took this picture on my way home from work. I can't shake the lonely castle, or the fact that I have yet to jump into the hills. | #journal #mernwrites #losangeles #writersofinstagram #naturephotography