And I know, no matter how much time passes by, my eyes will still show the feelings I always had for you.
word prompt of the day >thorn< #ourpoetryjourneyjan18
lying face up staring
into a broken frame
broken former self within the mirror
the ceiling never felt so heavy
suffocating closing in walls
chirped partly parted dry lips taste of betrayal
a tear drop escapes undecidedly
at the corner of your tired eyes
the eyes are set ablaze
ironically by what cleanses the soul
strong trembling arms
try to hold the broken frame in place
the thorn of sadness dug deep
we sit and wait
we wait and sit
the swelling is painful to move about
e.w.wanjiru (via @p.art.ial
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who will tell me no?
co-signed by unreal doubts
i am feminine guile
and i know my place
in this world
for those like me
being as fluid and free flowing
as sweet waters | thanks for the likes and comments 💕 feel free to share my work ! Just don't forget to tag me !
Happiness and color can come in any shape of form
And often in places we never dreamed they would
We just need to open our eyes and embrace them when it does
"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storms, but to add color to my sunset sky."
- Rabibdranath Tagore
We’re organising a writing competition in collaboration with The Big Heart NGO as we announced before!
All you’ve to do is write a micro tale of maximum 25 words and submit it
on the given link. (http://bit.ly/tccwritingcompetition)
DM us for queries! 🤗
The best 5 will be selected and featured
on both of our social handles.
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2. Microtale should be of maximum 25 words. Exceeded limit wouldn’t be accepted.
It's 9:14 a.m. as I reflect and unwind. Unravel. I never used to build walls. I never used to categorize myself as protective of my sensitivity. Then, all of a sudden, ego became a warrior, proud of the mysterious and difficult titanium barriers between them and the real me. But I remember those days, back on the Columbia River Gorge Island, where I'd listen to the hearts of others - the true and sacred vulnerability of voices I cared for. I drew inspiration from listening. I wasn't afraid to share my emotions, my passions, my heart. Now, as an example, I have a harder time dealing with my hurt, probably because of the way I push it down. Instead, I should have a crying festival in my emotion's honor (which is more liberating to say the least). I wonder what one can do to put dynamite to those thick, indestructible walls? I wonder what one can do to not be afraid of the truth they may bleed. To be proud of a hearts ability to feel and express. #feels
I giocattoli mi son sempre piaciuti, perché ti permettono di inventare un nuovo mondo, e di animare una vita che fino all’attimo prima non c’era. Lí, immobili, immutati, sapevano farci esprimere più di quanto riuscisse una persona. A volte erano re e regine, altre volte guerrieri, altre volte ancora ci facevano diventare eccezionali cuochi, oppure addirittura dottori. Riuscivano ad avverare qualunque sogno ci passasse in mente, un giorno si, e l’altro pure, rimanevano lì ad aspettarci e ad accontentarci.
Dovremmo essere i “giocattoli” di noi stessi, poterci giostrare come desideriamo, e farci diventare chi veramente vogliamo. Dovremmo essere i chirurghi, i cuochi, gli infermieri, o a volte anche i pompieri, di noi stessi. E aggiustare ciò che è rotto, e domare quel fuoco che a volte ci porta troppo sotto.
I giocattoli mi son sempre piaciuti, ci univano ad un mondo migliore, e ci rallegravano ogni volta il cuore.
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I sit down
and drink my espresso
as if it were the last thing
I am ever going to drink
and this woman sits across me
her back turned to me
and I can't help but think
does this woman know
does she know
that this very second
is the last of that second
she'll ever have
I downloaded Anchor FM and will start reciting poems on my station: The Honey Files or maybe The Honey Pot. When you tune in, i'll tell you why i chose that name. 🍯 | I can not be boxed in
I can not be placed behind a label constructed by limited vocabulary
I can not be smashed between thin pretentious pages of narrative
you've written for your group
I can not be hoarded in
I can not be minimalized
Or to fit in
I can not pretend to enjoy the surface gatherings
Fake plastered smiles
To rub elbows with those that "Kinda like" me | TAG THE ARTIST
For all the thoughts that got away..
When i started writing, it was just to pen down my feelings, because it gave me a sense of relief, it made me feel better. Little did i know, that i was about to discover my passion, and my work would be published in books. The journey from being a random scribbler to becoming the co-author of two upcoming books has been enriching and exciting. Very happy on this achievement, and there are many more to come, and a long way to go.
Keep following, and keep supporting guys. Without you people it's not possible😄😄🤘🤘
i wasn't ready to
leave the garden of
fairy lights and ebony
trees made into homes,
i wanted to be
the scorch and the growl,
but i am the quiet stir
of pine needles and rosewood.
- a garden of magic in me °