See, he spoke healing.
Her love language was trauma,
She chose not to heal.
–@StevieStreets #haiku | Her Love Language was Trauma
Breathe deep and do more of what makes you happy while you can.
Book The Flight!
Dance in the rain and write your name in the sand.
Stay close to people who feel like sunlight,
Give this world good energy,
And Shine your light on the world.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Give people their flowers while they’re here,
And Spread love like it’s your last day in this world.
I mean, if you had 24 hours to love,
What would you say? What would you do?
The perfect time never arrives,
Don’t wait to compliment her eyes,
Don’t hesitate to tell her she is beautiful.
If you love that woman,
You better send her flowers with notecards that read Just Because – just because!
If you know she’d be missed immensely,
You better not wait until she’s gone to appreciate all that she was.
If time was running out,
Would you personify Sade’s I Couldn’t Love You More?
If I told you you are a Beautiful Surprise,
Would you leave me like Meshell Ndegeocello – Outside Your Door?
When I remind you:
Such pretty hair
And whisper so beautiful in your ear,
Am I wrong to think Forever My Lady?
How do you suppose I have a type when you are the prototype, sweet lady?
Would hear my love language in my silence?
Would you see the smile in my heart speaks of I think I’m in love again?
If ever I should get a little shy,
Shall I serenade thee with a little If I Should Ever Fall In Love Again?
And should emotions make you cry sometimes,
May you tell me When Will I See Your Smile Again?
When I wish that you were mine,
Shall I summon thee with A Ribbon In The Sky or My Cherie Amour?
If time is like a clock in my heart,
Would you Show Me Love like Alicia and Miguel sang, when I walk through the door?
If I told you I love you in place where there’s no space or time,
Would ye sideways, upside down, ceiling or the ground,
Each hour – each second – each minute – each day?
When I text you should be here,
Would reply smiling face with 3 hearts, on the way?
I mean, how could you tell me leave when you mean stay,
When those pretty brown eyes say you’ve already played with the idea of me being here,
Although it’s getting late
And your smile is beaming of woke up this morning – (is it the way) on replay?
–@StevieStreets #hopelessromantic Love Fiercely (Everything I Never Told You revisited)
For the same reason that sonnets were written about Laura;
like the balcony scene in Romeo & Juliet,
like the sweet sound of songbirds in duet,
I became a hopeless romantic the moment I saw her.
–@StevieStreets | Love, Love, Love (the poet, the muse, and the poems) abridged
lovely as a calla lily…
magnificent and beautiful,
sophisticated and powerful;
she bloomed mystically.
sweeter than a red lemon…
radiant as a yellow calla lily,
iconic as an afro bloomin’, sisterlocks, or 9-ether versatility;
the black woman blooms a little brighter than most women.
–@StevieStreets #wcw / #nobedofroses #poem | Calla Lilies: Invocation to the Muse revisited
Where’s Book Bae at?
I’m looking for the girl whose face is blocked by a book.
When I really want to get to know a woman,
I listen to her playlists and read her favorite books.
I need a well-read black girl that tweets “geek the library” and “booksarebae.”
If you know the book was better and exclaim “don’t touch my hair,”
We got a lot of private jokes to share.
So Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee,
If you see Book Bae, send her around my way.
I like ‘em afro bloomin’ with the melanin poppin’,
#turnupabook tee, #readmore button rockin’;
I still believe in three ninety eight point two,
what more could I say. ️
If you enjoy long romantic walks through the bookstore,
We could go out and read somewhere. 😉
–@StevieStreets #blackgirlsread slash #prettygirlsread #poem | Where’s Book Bae At