I fell for it again...
seems so real...
Feels so good
So God like..
I was weak...
Or perhaps too strong
I was attracting my own energy
A pure authentic connection
From many lives...
His touch was powerful
To be felt
His fingers running through my skin
His lips whispering in my ears
“I will never leave you again...”
Our bodies intertwined
When hurricane meets its soul
His eyes deepened into mine
His naked skin
Pulled me closer
“Give your body and soul”
“Is already yours...”
A spiral evolution begins
When our lips give in...
Love is insane ❤️
You are such a beautiful source of inspiration, never ending, so fullfilling, you pour out of my lips and fingers every second I am breathing!
Some days are solely meant for silent late night drives, exchanging stories with your closest friends across the bonfire and waking up at 3 pm. Some days are solely meant for adventures with the people you love.
Real love is not like the poetry. it is not i love you spat down each other’s throats or finding a reason to live again because you found this one person. It is so much simpler than that. real love is telling them to go back to sleep because it is still early and you know they need it, even if you want them to be awake with you. It’s realizing it won’t always be easy but still choosing them every day and wanting to be the very best for them.
Sometimes we reject ourselves when we have been rejected by others in the past. It may have been from our friends, family, or complete strangers. However, this does not give us the right to treat ourselves negatively. In fact, it only emphasizes how much we should be making a point of nurturing our pain. What have you done for yourself today? How have you taken care? What can you continue to do to nurture both your body and soul?
With a cup of coffee
With your call
Hearing your soft voice
Your "honey" love
Your unpredictable I love you
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvellous
the gods wait to delight
Someone asked me
What is your religion?
“All the paths that leads to the light”
You will be my first
As this year, this decade ends
You will be my first
My first hand to hold
My first kiss
My first partner
My first time
My first love
And I hope
God I hope
That I will be lucky enough to have you as my last.
‘You are in love
What does love look like’
To which I replied
‘Like everything l’ve ever lost come back to me’
Her eyes shut as she felt her heart sink. Her delicate hands made way to her face while her tears started streaming down, uncontrollable and unexpectedly. She couldn’t do this anymore. The smile she wore religiously became a mask for too long, suffocating her. She was deceiving herself all along, pushing away her sadness just to make others happy, pushing away her own emotions to keep others quiet. Little did she know all her sorrow and frustration was collecting inside her just waiting to erupt. And it did. After years of persuading herself she was happy, she finally broke down. She finally let it all out. She finally tied the band aid to her wound. This was the healing she looked for...
Most nights sleep seems so far away
My body restless, my mind never at peace
The days pass by in a blur
Another night soon awaits
Hours lying there awake
Just waiting for an endless silence...
Sometimes I think I must’ve found you, perhaps, because of a sincere prayer from a pure heart.
I want to lay in the shadow behind the sun whispering until our lips turn to kisses....
Please let me in. I’m knocking on your heart. Trying to open it up and see where I fit. Apart of me never wants to ask anyone to make room for me and apart of me thinks we could be great together if you’d see. So, please let me in. I’ve been standing out here for some time. It’s chilly and I’m asking you to warm me up.
In a world where I can have any man I want. I can befriend any woman. I can be praised on the internet and talked about in group chats. In a world where there are billions of people. I am alone. No one is there when I need a friend. No one holds me and tells me it’ll be okay. I seek advice from myself. I heal by myself and what hurts the most is everyone has “love” for me. No one ever gives love to me. I suffer in silence because my good days out weigh my bad days. I care too much and no one cares enough....
—love is life
I just want to hear you tell me I am yours and only yours. I want to know for sure that you belong to me. Not to control you, but to be apart of your existence with you. I want to hear you say that you only desire the taste of my skin. That you only want to feel warmth if it’s coming from my presence. That you only have eyes for my face. That you only want to smell my scent. I want you to be obsessed with me. And I want it to be the truth when you say it.
- love is life
You know me inside and out. You know how I liked to be touched. You know how to get me out of bed on days I’m down and out. You know all of my deepest secrets. You know how healthy I can be, but also how toxic I am on occasions. You accept me the way no one has. You are my best friend. We’ve climbed mountains together and swam the Amazon. We’ve come a long way. You are my other half. The better half.
-Love is life
I would give anything to be able to wake up next to you in the morning. To see your smile and feel the warmth of your arms around me. To hear the bass in your voice through your chest where my head rest and to shower with you before I leave. I miss you as if you are not here anymore and it’s painful. It’s one of those feelings I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I feel empty inside when we are apart for too long. There is a mourning that consumes me until I see your face again. I want you all of the time. I want you in every way possible and even on your worst days I want to be the one you argue with. Even on your best days I want to be the one you dance with. I love you really isn’t a strong enough p...
For the white on screen,
And the black scribbles evoking this
Inner voice, falling short.
I am in debt of your true prowess.
For the cadence, lyricism, and intonation;
The deliberate pronunciations
Of your incantations
That have needlessly abashedly proven me
That I am, as a fact, in debt
Of your prowess.
It is a fallacy, yet in all honesty
My mind could ne'er conjure such beauty
As the lines, cascading like water
On rock, turned smooth and slippery
Underneath the ever-pummeling of life-giving
Water. The reinstating of land
That could have always have been
By solidifying lava. There is steam
And a bursting crackling of the ancient core
Coming out to the surface
To be once more,
You’re like the rain, not everyone’s cup of tea, but you will find someone who opens their window to let the sound of you in while they enjoy a coffee or a good book. You will find someone who blesses the sky when you run down their skin on a particularly hot day. You will find someone who laughs and splashes in your presence like a kid in rain boots enthusiastically dashing through puddles. You will find someone who, like the plants that litter the earth, will beg to grow stronger and older with you. Just because some people hate the clouds that protect the light from hurting their eyes or the mud that clings to their shoes every step of the way does not mean you are worthless or irrelevant....
He forgot what love is
She forgot what trust is
Only comfort comes from kisses
Detached, you can taste the distance
Drown our thoughts with these liquids
Silly games got us sinking
Don’t mind me I been drinking
& no I wasn’t thinking
Silently crying out
Energy screaming loud
You can’t bear to think it
The way you tell me your secrets
What is about you
That led me to you
- M Jenae
Stop. Relax. The world is not on fire all of the time.
The skies are not about to tumble onto you.
You are safe. Supported.
Breathe in, breathe out.....!!
In my dreams, we don’t speak.
Maybe it’s because I know:
There aren’t any unfinished words left between us...
When you find that person that makes your stressful day better just by smiling, that one person who knows exactly how you’re feeling without having to ask. That’s when you know you’ve found love.
-isn’t it lovely
He wanted to see the deepest darkest desire of her mind
Held her there in the moment
As a rose in his hand..
In an instant
Surfacing was her need
In a whispering plead
Lately, comfort resides in the sound of your voice,
your laughter finds my ears
like the first time you kissed my head.
The silent pauses between us,
somehow feel like your fingertips-
exploring my skin for the very first time.
You feel so familiar,
like we have long been dancing to the same song our bodies have known since the beginning.
A collision of time;
reminding me that nothing is linear.
Eyes are deceitful,
One must learn to feel with their souls essence.
When we have mastered this new way of being,
It is then, that we will truly be able to see one another
-diary of goddess
Red are the roses you admire. Red is the blood rushing to my cheeks as I gaze upon your magnificence.
Red is a color of romance, lust, and surely I see the crimson fire in your eyes as you look into mine, perhaps a reflection, perhaps a shared image. Certainly stronger than that which can withstand the flames ignited as we meet.
Red is the heat that is created as our bodies become one.
Red is bright, like your energy intertwining with mine.
Red, so vibrant one can not simply overlook such a profound color.
Red is bold, red is pride, red is passion.
You are red, and since you are red, it has become my favorite color.
— Diary of goddess ❤️