New video release from the #afterschool show

Raw and emotional poem from Zora Howard.




I’m going to
a novel
that changes
someone’s life

I’m going to
finish school and
get a job
talking about

I’m going to
teach my
the important
in life

I’m going to
own my
so my hands
will be

I’m going to
find the nerve
to tell my
I forgive
him, even if
he doesn’t know

I’m going to
I am strong
enough to
take this

I’m going to
learn how to
love myself
as much as
who love

there’s still time.

"Some of us like school because we can get away from the loud noise of our parents fighting that echoes up the stairs.
Some of us like school because we escape that tempting razor on the sink or that bottle of pills calling our names.
Some of us like school because we have time to forget about the sting that’s left behind by the back of our parent’s hand.
Some of us like school because we don’t have to stare at the bottles that are piling quickly on the coffee table.
Some of us like school because we hope that maybe, just maybe, mom will forget to pick us up today.
And some of us just like school."
We’re Not Nerds, We’re Survivors // Cicatrice (via wheremythoughtsare)

This was me in high school

"To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses (via misswallflower)

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my mother says she made me strong like amber,
strong like the trees, strong like
how you held me.

yes i am fragile and the light
shines right on through me

and my love i am overflowing
to coat the scars
you left on me

but i think somewhere in all of this healing
part of you got trapped
under new skin
and i will never
get you out

"He never cared. How could I be so blind.” // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
"I feel as if I have become the old record in your mind, the song you use to love, but now you can’t stand to hear one more beat. I’m the smell of old books left untouched on your shelf. The left over tea stains, the unwritten letter lying in the trash. I’m the box of pictures under your bed, the envelopes my lips have kissed, covered in dust. The forgotten, “I love you,” because god, you swear you’re just in a rush. You’re just too busy to remember, you love me. I’m the routine of a good morning text, and a call goodnight. The redness of roses don’t resemble my lips anymore, I mean, red was only your favorite color when it was my lipstick. I am the, “my cat scratched me,” excuse you overlook. I did it again. It’s the only way to get it out, bleed it out. The sadness in my voice you ignore, my cries have become something you’re immune to. I am the always there when you need me, always there when you want me. The only time you say you want to touch me, is when you say you want to fuck me. When did you forget along the way, that, you can lose me too?" i.c. // ”Are you sure you love me?” (via delicatepoetry)



My new book Lullabies is now available via Amazon, + The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide.

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My new book Lullabies is now available via Amazon, The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide.

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"She’s got a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say “Goddamn!”" Rudy Francisco (via johnmamaril)
"Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out." Sylvia Plath  (via carolineflack)


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"I remember how it
felt to be happy;
as though I was
holding shards of
gold in my palm that
were slowly dissolving
between my fingertips;
something beautiful
that was inevitably
to be lost."
m.l.b, happiness is fleeting and I’m afraid to feel (via traced-veins)

I want you to breathe
even if your lungs feel
like they are going to
collapse and even if
your mind is full of

Maybe I am selfish, but
I do not want to breathe
any oxygen that fills the
atmosphere unless it has
been exhaled by you.

Please breathe for me. (via dollpoetry)
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