you're you



did you know 
that you’re really beautiful? 
your smile lights up my day 
high vibrations are released from your energy   
green sits on top of your chest 
a rainbow stretches from ear to ear 
love looks just like you 
dainty hands and wrists
curves that never end 
that i wouldn’t ever want to end 
spirals on your head stick out
the ones you tried so hard to keep straight,
but look at how wild they are
and look at how you embrace them 
along with the brown in your skin
and your eyes 
they’re so dark i can’t see your irises 
let me dive in so i can find them 
let me drown in this ocean you call you
your waters deeper than space
currents change like the seasons 
finding stars while exploring your universe 
you’re made from everything 
inspired by the most divine 
By the loved ones who’d never leave your side
By the gods who love you more every day 
you’re you 

being soft




imagine being soft and hard
at the same time
it seems impossible 
until you try
let yourself cry
at the little things
let yourself love 
even the stupid things
but don’t let yourself go
don’t let anyone
become the center of you
unless they came 
out of your womb

my mane is gone



i’ve never felt so pretty
my face is bare
nothing to hide behind
short ringlets on my head
sometimes standing straight up
easily molded whenever i lay
for the first time ever
the marks on my skin don’t bother me
nothing really bothers me
so much healing has been done
nothing really seems too bad

I believe in God




Growing up I never felt connected to the Bible. Maybe because I wanted to be special and different or maybe because it never felt right to me, but I do believe in something bigger than us. It could be a sort of god, and honestly when I’m down and have no one to turn to my catholic roots make me talk to “god”. I’m not ashamed of it though like how I used to be. I used to be ashamed of flip flopping and never having a concrete thought in my body. I’ve learned in my 23 years of living that being completely sure in yourself doesn’t exist. Because the past is no longer here, the future hasn’t happened or might not even happen and the present doesn’t stay long enough to be the present. So how could a life that’s not tangible or predictable be concrete? But one thing I do believe in is everything. I believe in the things people are too embarrassed to admit that they believe in. I believe in the universe, the evil eye, ghosts, mermaids, aliens, witchcraft, good and bad energy, passing an egg over your body while reciting “Hail Mary”, Mother Nature, karma,  and love. I believe in the things that are not written on paper and sold to billions of people, but handed down generation to generation by tongue, etchings, and simple actions. The stuff labeled as “barbaric” or “taboo”. The stuff you would never believe in because it seems too unrealistic. Meanwhile, you’re probably praying to a book that leads people to believe that we’re not one in the same and separates us instead of bringing us together. How unrealistic is that? For someone to think they’re better than another living thing because of the way they look or how they decide to live their life or who they pray to. Death is inevitable. You’re not immortal even if you do ascend to your “heaven”. And the only thing that keeps you in the physical world, the only world we’ve really seen and could prove, is the memory of you in other people. So how unrealistic is it to believe in something you can feel? Something that makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and appears in your dreams. Something that helps calm you and makes you incredibly happy. Is it really that unrealistic? Or are you just afraid? Be careful because hate stems from fear and look where that’s gotten us. More violence in a violent world. 

my best friend



i was born into your love
first day on earth
my best friend was already here
your smile make my days brighter
your laughter carries down generations of our women
she left a little piece of her in you
a motherly touch
so genuine 
so feminine
i've been blessed 
with such a kind soul
as a sister and best friend 

you're gonna be a lawyer! (hahahahahaha ok)



you’re gonna be somebody
you’re gonna make me proud
be someone in this world
you used to chant this
every night before bedtime
without a fail
i would walk into the kitchen
to be motivated by my creator
to be told that i was more
than he would ever be
i believed him
until one day he stopped chanting
our encounters were quiet
avoiding the kitchen
avoiding the feeling of failure
he didn’t stop because 
he no longer believed in me
he stopped because
he was tired
you never realize
how they age too

sunsets



oranges, pinks, clouds 
pinks, blues, water 
browns, reds, lights 
calm, cool, yellows 
the sun, the mountains, the breeze 
the ocean, the chatter, the hues 
different, similar, relaxing 
benches, conversations, acceptance 

i never bought a stamp




6/13/2018

Hey -------!

I don’t know why I’ve waited this long to write back, but my best guess is that I hate writing complete sentences and don’t have a cool typewriter like vos. I hope everything in Florida is okay and that you’re not around all the crazy shit that always pops up on twitter about the sunshine state. Like alligators being thrown into drive-thru windows and people having sex with their cousins. :)

Your name reminds me of a best friend I used to have in high school. We grew a part, but he always had my back and whenever I think of him it brings back good memories. He was there when I had my first heartbreak. Told me I deserved someone who treats me with respect and who'll see how special I am. He said all these sweet things while I was crying into my school hoodie on the corner seat at the back of the Q76 bus. Packed with obnoxious high schoolers, no one bothered to look at me. I’ve been crying on transportation since I was like 17. I remember blasting sad ass songs trying to understand why he needed someone else if I was enough? Sad times ju know. He's a pothead now and keeps sliding in my DM's talking about how he messed up. It's been 6 years bro, leave me alone. But you know besides all that my old best friend is out here living his best life so that’s cool. Him and his girlfriend are so cute and I wish them the best. A healthy kind of love we all wish for. It kinda just sucks how we outgrow people or they outgrow us. It sucks especially when you thought your friendship would last forever and y’all were gonna grow old together. I understand things happen for a reason and we shouldn’t dwell on the past, but for the past few months everything has just been hitting me harder than usual. One of my old best friends from high school had a baby and I haven’t even seen her yet. She’s precious. Literally one of the most perfect little beings I’ve ever seen. Wish I could tell her that in person but it probably won’t happen. We slowly stopped talking to each other when she went away for college. 

Honestly, it might not even be the people that I miss. Its more so the image/idea that I’ve built up of them in my head. You told me you were also going through some similar shit. I kinda appreciate the rawness coming from a stranger, which you’ve become less of ever since we started following each other. You seem like a really cool guy. 

I still think of your haiku. Your art connects. 

Hope to hear from you again, 
Daniella