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"Fools She Spreads Legs For" I would rather be locked in a room, With blood thirsty rabid animals Then see the face of your recent lover Who can't see your loose morals And don't want to see any past lovers Who are in need of a friendly companion It's funny how I'm seen as the loser Yet, others need to share an opinion As if my ears say, I'll care about you And the things you want to share Because everyone that you have met Is in need of someone who will care They can't deal with being all alone Screaming loud to nobody at all Like I've often done in this little home For one, problems are often unrelatable When one person is usually isolated And it never helps to hear another's pain If they can't see that I've been alienated #freakslittleworld #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writerslife #writers #writer #writings #writing #poemsofinstagram #poemsporn #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetryporn #poetsociety #poets #poet #poetry #poetryofinstagram
fᎬᎪᏒ When there's an opportunity do you go for it???When there's something you haven't done would you do it?? If there's a chance you can take would you take it? In society we are trapped in cages by our minds because fear holds us back from accomplishing our dreams.. Now just imagine if fear didnt exist today.. This world would be a different place...
I found my higher self in the rain, dancing. I always hated the rain. We will learn to grow from past experiences. They will guide us and bloom. ♡ -ks #poems #poemsporn #photgraphy #love #meditation #headspace #macbook #photos #rain #trueself #selflove #edits #passion #joy #compassion advocate #speadlove #kindness #energy #artsy #positivevibes #fall #seasons #weather #girl #tattoos #shorthair #curlyhair #sideprofile
I wished you could be fresher in my memory. There are some details of you that go missing with time and while all I want to is for time to pass so I can either see you again or completely forget about you, I would also like for time to stop so that I can never forget your voice or the sparkle in your eyes when you laughed at what I said even when I wasn't trying to be funny. Of course there are some details I will never forget like the warmth that vibrated through my heart as you would ask for my opinion, or the way time really stooped when my eyes met yours. But sometimes as I live other crazy experiences without you, as I discover scars in other people and start to live to their rythm, lately even miss other people almost the way I miss you, I want to be reminded of you. I want your memory to fill my senses and tell me that it's okay to be vulnerable, just like you used to tell me back in those summer days. In the moments where I feel most at peace or must vulnerable, I think of you. Because you thought me how to feel, you thought me that feelings are all that we need in this world. And I want to thank you by remembering you but sometimes all I can recall is how you made me feel rather than the way you looked or the way you sounded. But that in itself is enough to make me feel warm again, to make me feel valid again and to give me the full certainty that missing someone is the sweetest torture there can be felt. It puts contrast between good times and bad times. It makes you want more out of every moment, but in the same time gives you a safe place to run to when your thoughts spin out of control. So I will allow myself to feel, to miss you and the people in my life who changed me the minute I started talking to them. And I will tell myself that even if I didn't have many minutes with those persons, I now have the memory of them and I know that at least she will never leave my sight. -Mct// A meditation on longing.
levity. a #haiku
Ba-dum-tss
“Cheesy, Carby, Hearty”
“A Poet’s Preces” / How might I write that will glorify You today? I’m praying for four stanzas. Assemblage of right might; bright light to show them along. Prodigal not prodigy, the instrument dull: “Lead the way!” / Plastic coffee cup lids littered from passing cars, Spin and cartwheel down the street, Look like many, mini Skil saw blades to avoid. Pleading; please! To go deep within. Touch, gush forth Love. The news: scars! / Leaves peppering out of the back of a pickup Truck look like bullets and mis- Siles; a volley of them of which I must dodge and Navigate between if I’m to survive. “God help me - Take this cup!” / The greatest prayed prayer is “God you are in control!“ A pious poet does pray... In multitudes of mediums, they’re so varied, Wise words dull and heal the pain of a world so fallen. “Save my soul!” / - Gary Edward Geraci
The fall issue of Crab Creek Review is almost available to buy forever and lick to your dark hearts content. I’m shocked right down to the proverbial to be a semi finalist in their poetry prize issue with my cheerful poem, ‘Love Letter to your Animal Decomposition,’ and if you buy this lil’ spicy nugget you’ll get a swarm of yummy poetry to fall stark-staring mad in love with over and over again. There’s worse things to cut your fingers on than the printed word. Look at this lineup of artists!!! #poet #poetrycommunity #poetryprize #crabcreekreview #seattle #poets #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetryporn #readmorepoetry #instapoetry #printpoetry #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram
✨ How would you describe yourself? 🌙 Try to think of something positive ☺️
Day 329of the poem-a-day series. Its by British poet and novelist Lavinia Greenlaw (b. 1962). She has seven books of poetry to her credit. #poetryquotes #poetryreview #poetry #novelist #poemsporn #poemssociety #poems #poemsofig #poemsofinsta #love #lovepoem #poets #poetscommunity #poetsofig #igpoetsociety #laviniagreenlaw #britishpoetry #author #writers #readerslife
nothing has been good enough for me. i wrote this mediocre haiku. no, i do not seek pity, i seek release. I’m trying to fight this war but it feels like me against me...... what keeps me going? one thing which will never give up on me, my ever beating love for poetry and its healing properties. just waiting for them to kick in. . . not a thing worthy plant’s food now venom loneliness was bliss illusive shoulder angels
I legitimately like nothing I write anymore
//Murder// @desolate.ink . 🎨:@pinterest _______________ //Poem// How young must be her soul, little carefree never have known loads of burden to be thrown a lot more than she can bear still pleased the folks till every bit of her sheared inside her she knew all the sketches she drew of the life she want will in future going to haunt not more of option left all her dreams were theft No she didn't took her life she was murdered hung on the rope of Expectation of grown-ups __________________________ #writersofinstagram  #writer  #accidentalwriter  #poetry #poets  #poemsporn  #poemsofig  #poetcrush  #poetsofig #poetsociety  #poetryisnotdead  #poetryporn  #tumblrpoetry #instapoetry  #instapoets  #tumblrgirl  #visualcrush #wordporn  #wordstoliveby  #wordswithqueens  #spilledink #inspiringjournals  #prettyjournals  #aestheticjournals #artjournalling  #vsco  #vscof2effect  #vscocam #pinterstaesthetics  #pinterestaddict
Summer. . A poem by @decympoetry
One day insha’Allah. | #FragmentedDreams #GoodnightRayaan #111
🌙“Sleeping doesn’t come easy for the souls who linger”🌙 • • • { #poetry #atticus #atticuspoetry #poems #poemsporn #poetrycommunity #quotes #rhsin #samanthaking #sleep }
Questions To Self X SW @writingsbysw
bad liar? from my new poetry book, cat's game which is now available on Amazon! (link in bio if you haven't gotten your copy yet) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ follow @saramariepoetry for more poems and quotes everyday by yours truly ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ #poem #poetry #writing #blogging #poetscommunity #spilledink #writerscommunity #poetsofinstagram #quotes #poets #saramariepoetry #poetsofig #writersofig #writersofinstagram #spilledink #poetssociety #creativewriting #poemsporn #instapoet #instapoem #words #book #bookstagram #bookshelf #selflove #positivity #poetrycommunity #writersofig #likeforlikes #bymepoetry
‘Endless laughter’. #incollpoetry
Time comes
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9/23/18
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