Georgina Melendez
Bio
TheImpossibleWriter™️ | Etching unforgettable words one heart at a time | Longing for my prose to find its way into a book so that many would be touched.
IG: @theimpossiblewriter
Stories (3/0)
Old Alma
The pendulums of dusk have come alive in my heart. It is only leaving me wanting the origins of antique people so I may become one myself. I don't wish to be modern; I want the black and white. The kiss is enough to fill the senses leaving the rest to the colors of our mind palette. To live mysteriously but always kind to the stranger at the door. I hope to go back in time and live old fashioned with my many friends I have come to admire.
By Georgina Melendez5 years ago in Poets
Skin
I see you turning the pages of your chest, your skin is rising, your soul bursts right through. Your blood pumps with rage, setting your skin on fire. You now glow with persistence to not give up. Every movement you make is to survive and thrive within your own skin. You were once filled with anxiety to be at peace with who you are and now your desire is to live wildly unafraid. Your skin moves with every ache of your beating heart, writing an exquisite story that has yet to be told.
By Georgina Melendez5 years ago in Poets
Wrecked
I feel the flowers blossom through my fingertips dripping with the sweet aroma of prose's perfume. It's pushing through the pain and flowing like blood coming from a wound. Scattered pages in the writer's garden, telling the magical sparrows all of the stories that are being chiseled as a tattoo on my thirsty skin. Etched words in an old book, it has become my oxygen. My lungs gasp for more, shouting into the starry night, give me more of your holy parchment and I promise always to share it. Use me for I am Your blossoming vessel that has been wrecked by poetry.
By Georgina Melendez5 years ago in Poets
