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Caption:- "It's time! It's time to let you know how suffocating it is to live under the shadows of fear. It's time to let you know that it shatters my pride into pieces when I'm told I'll never make it. It's time to let fear be instilled in my soul tranquil as the drops of rain, so when I rise along with my demons I have none to be afraid. It's time to realise the truth that I exist as a whole and I don't need your approval to be who I am! I barely give a flying fuck about what you think I am. I am liberal, I'm free! I'm an art that's meant to be a masterpiece! Knock me down once I'll rise again, For I'm not alone, I have my demons to slay. No more of sorrows, no more misery. No more lies and no more of treachery! Let the soul rest in calm and peace, Burying all the secrets and sins within!" // A soul stirring write-up by @delusional_quotes Shrey Sharma from Dehradun,India. // ©Shrey Sharma(Soul Delusionist) Follow @delusional_quotes for more! #wordporn #wordgasm #spilledink #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetsofig #writersofig #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #micropoetry #poetryporn #poemporn #poetrysociety #poemsofinstagram #instapoet #instapoetry #instapoem #igwriters #igpoets #poems #poetry #writer #writing #writers #poet #prose #delusionalquotes #like4like
MEDICINE Oh the things you lose, while trying to get the things you always wanted to get. Oh the things you get, after you have lost the precious things that you have lost. And you might want to live the moment, And cherish it to the fullest. But oh the regret, of not taking enough pictures, When you had the chance, the time. And I have seen honeyed love, Turn to vicious poison, Of all tastes, Of all kinds. Oh how I wish there was a jar, I could have stored the honey in. But I have only the poison now, That I might as well turn into medicine. * * * #instaphoto #photo #pictureoftheday #naturelover #greenery #poem #poetry #instapoem #instapoetry #wordporn #wordgasm #writeaway #poetsofig #writersofig #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #wordsareallihave #romanticism #expressionism #melancholy #loves #poison #spilledink
(Read caption) . Ho kya gya hai jism ko mere Jism ka hr ek hissa tumhe pukar rha hai Ye nazar aapke didar ke liye Ye hath aapka hath thamne ke liye Ye pair aapke sath chalne ke liye Ye muskan aapki muskurahat ke liye Ye kaan aapki aawaz sunne ke liye Ye saans aapki khushboo ke liye Ye Dil dhadak rha hai aapke liye Ye saanse chal rhi hai aapke liye Ye baal aapke hatho ke liye Ye dil aapke hath ke liye Ye jism meri jaan ke liye Or meri jaan ye zindgi sirf or sirf aapke liye . . . .Keep supporting 💕 Follow @ razaa_writes for more 😊 Like👍|comment🗨️|tag💌|share 💞 . Turn on post notification 💫 . . . . #writers #writersofig #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #writerscorner #writingheels #writingstuff #words #wordporn #wordsmith #shayari #shayar #poets #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #poetscommunity #poetsnetwork #poetscorner #poetry #writers #writersofig #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #writerscorner #writingheels #writingstuff #words #wordporn #wordsmith #shayari #shayar #poets #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #poetscommunity #poetsnetwork #poetscorner #poetry #writers #writersofig #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #writersnetwork #writerscorner #razaawrites
Hallcinations tend to act up with exhaustion and later hours, mostly just don't like the feeling of sitting in a stationary car though. Got to the hotel safe and sound though, all is well! #bass #musician #roadtrip #synesthesia #mentalhealth #schizophrenia #stopthestigma #poetryhive #quickwrite #poetry #poem #poet #poetryofig #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #poetsofig #igpoets #poetrycommunity #poems #writersofig #instapoet #poets #instapoem #writers #write #instapoetry #writingcommunity #poetrygram #poetryisnotdead
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A hiding place, Is something we all need, For it is our peaceful Haven, And the place where we can set our thoughts free, It is our bundle of happiness, And the place where our dreams stay free, It is far away from this world, Which has no place for imperfections or rawness, It is safely breathing, In these words, In these emotions, And in these pages of simplicity, Where they are inked without filters, And are read without judgements. #writersblock #writersofindia #writersofig #writersnetwork #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #words #wordlover #wordgasm #wordporn #emotions #heart #soul #sometimes #spilledink #poetsofig #poetryclub #poetsofindia #poetsofinstagram #poetess #poetessforlife #poetryslam #poetrycommunity #poems #poeticwings #poeticsoul #poetical #poetryisnotdead #loveforwriting #loveforpoetry .
Don’t let anger cloud your judgment... but it’s a good driving force sometimes... same with many emotions. They are guides. Just don’t them rule your actions completely. #poetry #poems #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #wordporn #instapoem #poetryofinstagram #anger #mask #killthemwithkindness
🍉Watermelon Dreamz🍉
The last bit of my reflections today that you can see all of under “my fuel” on my IG highlights. Life is good. Live it!!
This was my first attempt at doing a series with my poems. Most of the work I’ll put up will be in that format. The important thing to remember each time you read is...there’s always time for a cocktail. #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poem #poets #poems #poetryofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poetsofig #poetryporn #poemsofinstagram #pochinki #humour #mrskashadavis
A healthy fear of losing each other keeps you both on guard
Hahaha death, good one. It's like, you're so original nobody noticed.
The limit of your self-abuse is exactly the limit you will tolerate from someone else. If someone abuses you a little more than you abuse yourself, chances are you'll walk away from that person but if someone abuses you a little less than you abuse yourself, you will probably stay in the relationship and tolerate it endlessly..... You deserve more, you deserve better, you can start by saying l deserve to be treated right and start giving yourself exactly that. Good morning my darlings.
ये कैसा जुर्म हमसे- हो गया जो दुश्मन- सभी तो मेरे- तरफदार हो गए, इक मुहब्बत क्या हुई- शरीफो के बीच मे- हम गुनहगार हो गए! एक रोज की बात है- सराफत के शहर में, एक हशीन नवयौवन का- दुपट्टा जो गिरा सब- बेनकाब हो गए!! • • 📝 #poems #poem #poetry #prose #paint #toptags #poetrycommunity #writing #instapoetry #writerscommunity #poenoftheday #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #wordgasm #poetsociety #igpoet #typewriter #creativewriting #emotions #mywords #fellings #thought #creative #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #art #spilledink
Even when I wear Disney boxer shorts while I listen to it.
Hold for a minute, It longing, but still. Underbar serenity is falling asleep. It's worthwhile though. In perplexed twilight. Just us & our secret universe. Holding all but brooding. . . . . #poetrylovers  #prose  #poems  #poem  #poetryislife #poetry  #poetsofig  #poet  #love  #loss  #lost  #eyes #heart  #words  #creativewriting  #creativity  #art #photography  #him  #imissyou  #missingyou #inspiration  #thoughts  #poetrycommunity  #writing #writingcommunity  #him  #her  #sleeplessnights #night  #writers
*************************************************************It’s just like this the semblance of silence to noise Right in the midst of the crowd I hear it, cries reverberating across the jarring stillness in the air These were the words I slandered in the name of our love Fearing that I’ll soon forget the rhymes that don’t deserve to be remembered No, they don’t affect me anymore And yes, I can’t write anymore This block has cured me This block has wounded me I am no longer a prisoner Yet I’m not free But at least I figured out the parallels between this poison and my poetry They’re concocted out of you... -Elle Bor
My love, falling for you has always been a simple tragedy No rope burns at the tugging and pulling Just a moment of walking over mounds of dead leaves and finding myself six feet under... Elle Bor Make up by @thaihiennn
******************************************* The remembrance of you pays no homage to the authority of seasons of time and space and circumstance It’s just there surviving in its half-death awaiting a blaze to resuscitate it back to the living Cannot be forsaken only waning in the gloom I’m afraid I’ll always miss it this chaos the same sweet unfiltered trouble you stirred inside my core And it could very well be my biggest fear For this orphaned love to remain trapped still lost between lifetimes That I will still hear its echoes in my death bed Yet in my very nature, as a glutton for punishment, (It’s secretly my greatest wish...) Elle Bor
Darling, don’t blame the weak Love has always been eternal Your heart just isn’t... Elle Bor
And I’ve always just left it to the unspoken to using my pen and relishing in its mastery I write because I was certain no one else could ever understand my pain... Elle Bor
I mourned for what was lost between us but really, I just miss the version of me before you came... ************************************************************ This, this bludgeoning ego of my own sadness remains from the death of a love that refuses to be buried It once was ours the embalmed parts of you and me Its lingering shreds forcing me to submission And tomorrow I’ll keep chasing the same riptide that dragged it away This heat kept alive by our own erasures No way to forget, and no reason to remember But my love, I’m sorry to tell you that I was mistaken in this grief I’ve been kneeling at the wrong altar while praying to a god that no longer holds residence in this tabernacle It is I, whose absence is a piercing terror across this silent mausoleum It was my body lying inside that hearse My funeral or a purging of love by a virgin heart Long before it was defaced in your very hands And you didn’t just lay roses above my headstone You sowed your pain at their roots They’re your cries after all that I’ve been hearing from down here Yes it’s me, the reason for your frigid skin your eternity of nights I’m the one who’s hard to get over... Elle Bor
All these days walking edge by edge with her, letting her know all my secrets, unlocking all the doors; thinking about her smiles when the wind used to play with her hair, or the laugh that she had over some random thoughts that I had about life and also her mysterious tears that used to flow in unison every time. She just kept walking on these trails with me for my freedom, helping me break the boundaries, letting me learn to live without boundaries. Thinking about all such walks that lead me to several destinations, I silently thanked her for giving my life a flow, to be guided by some mystical forces towards the path where I belong. And one day when I was finally awake and away from my dreams, I felt she was just a story, all these were just dreams. But the stories that I’ve created, the stars that I have seen every night, every moment that I wished for more and the pain that I once felt; they never left, they stayed. And she too. I am a day dreamer and I dream all day, about the stars and the sky, about the untraced roads and the journey, about the path of uncertainties where my life’s path is only certain and also about my sufferings and issues. I sometimes feel that how minuscule I am and how trivial my problems are; I stop in front of these Mussorie hills and watch the dusky sky unfold itself to realize whatever I do this universe moves ahead with time. I’m a part of this universal movement so I must move towards completion, all I need is realization and a life away from dreams. I am still counting these stars and I’m still writing down all my stories. I know she’ll read them, sitting under these stars, connecting every dot that I will weave through my stories; SHE - my story. My mysterious tale that manipulates my dreams, helping me run the blood stream within these veins; my story. I need to wake up now, I can see the bright sun outside; she is still walking, I can feel the sound of her anklet. . . . #fakirkasafar #writing #creativewriting #writerscommunity #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #omypoetry #poemsofig #poetrytribe #poetsofig #igpoetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunityofinstagram #poetrycommunity #instawords #wordstagram #wordporn #original
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