I'm smiling next to you, but I hate that I had to leave. Now I am thousands of miles away. The further I go, the more it kills me. But every day I stay away, we get closer to the day. The day I make you mine, and me yours. I am holding on to every little thing about you. All the things that make you the one for me. I miss you already ❤️
October 10,2018 changed us forever. Surrounded by destruction, it was hard to imagine coming back from this. But at heart, the people of the Florida Panhandle are strong. They are the heroes in this story. The ones who inspire hope and wield inexhaustible strength. This is their story. Told in their own words. In their poetry. In the images they captured.
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Endless wisdom and inspiration. She gets a whole row on my feed. Yes, she does. #mayaangelou
some food for thought
But with my pencil as my utensil
Spilling no beans I’m just serving up lentils
seeds would sprout
knowledge without the mileage
proceed the route
snakes that would do me like Cesar
For a Cesar salad
where’s there cheese there’s mouse
Why should I be suffice?
Why should I be grammatically correct?
There’s Judges giving out bad charges
When does the battery connect
When does the heart and anatomy connect
It seems vertebrae’s aren’t vertical
So I don’t need x ray vision to see what they stand for
Or see what they stand on
I know it ain’t they ten toes
So tell me how do these wounds heel?
...See these moments of silence
after there’s violence is the problem
is of alliance with those violent
So this Elephant in the room
surrounded by those lion
Claiming We Arent Kings to our own jungle
Shit we got the key to our own struggle
Love this one by @khwampa
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How to be happy? Sometime or the other we have always been stumbled upon this question. How to be happy? And whenever we stumble, we always fall headlong. We get up and try to forget whatever just happened. Like running away from something that we think is chasing us but forget that it's the only thing that we're after. We don't do this because the question is tough or it's hard to answer but because we don't have the answers for it in the first place. We don't know actually what makes us happy. In this noisy world, our voice somewhere gets lost in the crowd. And in the hope of an echo to get back to us, what we get is a world full of noises. We follow someone else's dream, and in the end when we look back, what we see is a life full of regrets. From there (the end) you see unchartered paths, wild air, and you. Standing alone. Not a single person with you. And the one, who gave you their dreams to live, isn't even in sight. What your gravestone will tell is someone else's story. And you'll realise that till now you were just a mere translator. In the end, only you have the power to choose, whether you want to be a storyteller or a translator. So what I would suggest is choose wisely. Whether it's to choose the toppings on your pizza or the road less travelled.
ink on paper.
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when i meet you, i will recognise you. you will be as familiar to me as the back of my hand and every waking moment with you will be a déjà vu.
i will recognise your eyes; eyes that hold all the mysteries and untold tales of the universe, collective pools of wonder and unforeseen light.
i will recognise the feel of your hands and how you will skim them along the surface of my skin in brushstrokes, painting powerful lines and whirls of vibrant colour on my ivory canvas.
i will recognise the warmth that draws me in like moth to a flame. the way you radiate light and energy like an imploding star, a supernova.
i will recognise the way you say my name, how it forms and curls along your tongue in a gentle wave that rolls into the air like a kiss, like my name was made for you alone to speak.
i will recognise you, for i think of you when i am told to find a man that i will raise my son to be like.
i will recognise the way you look at me, like you’re in an art gallery and i’m an invaluable masterpiece on display.
when I meet you, i will recognise you.
Let's always compromise. Make win-win decisions. You gonna work overtime? Then i'll do that too. 😊
The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —
The Violet — is Noon —
The Yellow — Day — is falling —
And after that — is none —