iris: I



        sight as I peer into your life. 



Maybe I’ve rushed,

thinking life needed to start here now & like this  

Maybe I’ve not started,

waiting for strife to end here now & like this

Maybe they coincide;

perhaps life here,

is meant to be lived in the now,

even alongside strife,

just like this


My limit

It’s limitless

My sky knows no boundaries;

what lining of which cloud?

There is no end,

we only beg for the means to an end,

we only begin


Every fresh start is the tail of an end and every end begs to begin

Don’t tell,

no don’t dare

to pen the woes of completion’s friend–

don’t push me to bend that I may contort my frame into a twisted cage of mess,

screaming and squeezing to ascended depths of excess stress,

digested mess


My limit has no end

No final lap to bend

You’ll beg for the means to an end, 

cutting off all buds blooming into your hands


There is no end,

we always begin

The notebook

Your poetry is a beautiful expansion of a glass-stained soul

Be it timid, or with tumult, your soul is lined with life’s notes

Acne & Guns

Festering pockets of warm fear–

parallel tears chasing and comforting one another as they free fall to new depths,

it was only this morning this rebel was a child.

See the youth in his stance, as knocked-knees beg for mercy.

Immaturity lives in his eyes as they flailingly search for directions in unanswered query.

Watch him pull a trigger, and be forced back by a strength greater than his will to stand.

Gunpowder entering his lungs, staining his sight, dirtying the stark resolve once sheltered in a now stone-cold, lifeless, still murmuring heart.

His heart is quiet and his spine, without life.

Even still, he feels

Death his daily bread, he begs to be stilled, filled.

Festering pockets burst and leak his resolve down, down, down past craters of his face.

Bloodied only after incessant manipulation,

it was only this morning this rebel was a child.


*this poem was written yesterday, I just didn’t post! Hope you love it and share!


Raindrop in your eye,

the sting of goodbyes

Yelling out “I don’t wanna,”

I’d truly wished the sun wouldn’t come up

Then, loving the burn of the sun and the chill when she hid,

present, wide eyes of realization on my face,

that in this space,

this place,

this is where we needed to stay.

M. Kanu

A poem a day…

I’m a lover of varied interests, and by now I’ve firmly cultivated a deep love for poetry. You may think, how does a fashion blog relate to poetry? Easy; expression is realized through more than one medium so whether I’m wearing it, singing it, or writing it, my thought has power.

To challenge my creativity and get out of the mindset of waiting for inspiration (which, is essential but doesn’t quite push for growth), I’ll be writing an original poem every day. I hope that many of you who share my love of written expression will join and grow with me, or even if you’re not a writer, I hope that this poetry can spark seeds of creation within us all.


Bleach it up!

I’m too much of a creative for my thoughts to remain as such. Seriously, I get jumbled up just trying to control my train of thought. I suppose that sounds more like someone with too much mind clutter.. wonder if that’s a pre-req to tapping into creativity.

Anywho, bleaching jeans isn’t the most creative DIY so that bit about creativity…HAHA! (But I am.)

I’ve always wanted to bleach some jeans so I’ve finally done it.

Need: dark jeans, large/assorted size rubber bands(no hair bands), bleach and water, bucket

After consulting my trusty YouTube fam, I adhered to the following steps:

1. After choosing pants, cut any desired “rips” into your jeans while laying each leg on its side, with the seam lying at about the middle.

2. Wrap rubberbands around places you want to remain blue–My face: (0_0) as such, this was done randomly

3. Mix a solution of water and bleach in a bucket @ 2:1 ratio (I’ve also heard 4:1 so play with the mix without fuming yourself crazy)

4. Leave pants to soak, fully immersed, for a few hours while checking on bleaching process

(I moved this around w/ a hanger from time to time)

5. Take out when desired look is achieved. Put through the washer alone and dry. Enjoy.

I love that I can see the lines of the rubberbands and a ton of blue on my jeans. What’s the highlight of your acid wash experince?


*as for the mixture ration, I tried roughly 3,4:1 and it took BLOODY FOREVER so I suggest closer to a 2:1 mix but you must do this in a ventilated area! I got a headache even at 4:1!