Thursday, September 3, 2015

Rooted Around Me

I lay encompassed by the knots in the fallen tree,
Early in the night,
Starlight perseveres through the city light pollution
To meet my gaping eyes,
Under this fluttering canopy of ancient oaks

The wind sifts the overhead leaves
And the wooden limbs sway in perfect randomness
Hunkered,
Rooted,
All around me

I feel like I'm in a petri dish beneath the sky
And this bubble of branches is keeping a globule
Of sweet, fleeting summer air
Just for me,
Me and the stars




BbyGrl









Top - O-Mighty 
Denim Shorts - Vintage 
Belt - Vintage 
Shoes - Converse HIGH af tops

All photos by Jahlelah Francia of Bella Bellota 


Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Twyla at Twilight

The heat hangs in the air like vines reaching for sunlight
But this breed of rare and expensive hydroponic honey suckle
Is seeking sturdy moonbeams, carved through space
Until they thud, at my front door

Every particle of light a heavy burden to the oxygen around it
But I suck it in so sweet, like heavy silk down my throat and nostrils
I tangle my arms in it and it dances like Twyla Tharp before me
The smell of starry sediment lingers, though the moon does not


My dad got tickets for us to see a Twyla Tharp performance at the Mondavi Center in Davis in October. StOkEd.

xoxo,
Mariamma

Kehlani - "You Should Be Here"

I haven't been this obsessed with an artist since I was a baaaby. This whole mixtape has been on repeat everywhere I go for the past couple months. It has ascended girl crush ...

Monday, August 24, 2015

Xtina's B-day | Angel Island

Happy Birthday Christina! 

I had an amazing time in the bay, celebrating an old friend with lots of new friends.

We took a ferry from San Francisco to Angel Island for a day of Bocce Ball and BBQ!

I'm sleepy and don't feel like typing, so I'll let the photos speak for themselves. 













xoxo,
Mariamma

Solo Djourneyriving com GĂȘmeas

I've always loved to drive,
Back then it was an eight seater Buick Station Wagon
Drove like bus,
Gliding like a whale in water ...
No wonder I loved that thing

First solo drive at sixteen
Purposefully took a wrong turn
On my way to Rachel's
No one to tell me I'm taking the long way
Wasting gas does not exist in this world

I've never wasted a drop,
It's always taken me exactly where I was meant to go,
Avoiding potholes on Oakland back-streats
At fifty miles an hour
Unfazed city driver - Papa would be proud

This time it took me on orchard roads,
Where the steady pace of trees,
All order and grid gaps,
Makes me feel disorderly - from my loose
Hand on the wheel to my loose grip on reality

I don't think I've ever been more happy and more confused
I sprawl in a comfort I've never known across my QUEEN
Of a bed
I wake in the night with an ease in my heart
That can only mean I'm doing something right

But the confusion, the question marks ???
Where do they come from?
I search my Achilles heel for a soft spot
A patch of mismatched skin
Until I'm bruised from the poking and prodding

Leave me be, mystery,
My gemini has me on both sides - the want
The need to solve,
That is me,
But then, there's the me that surrenders

She's new, or just my awareness of her is
She's utterly unwilling to budge from her fate
She's beautiful in her boldness
And she gives 0 fucks that you have a
Mystery to solve

She's just fine,
She's better than ever,
She's ready to sleep and wake up with a body high
That she'll use to show you
You're doing something right.


xoxo,
Mariamma

The poems just keep spilling and I think I'll keep sharing them as they come <3