#taylorgatespoetry

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Exciting news! I officially turned my instagram into a business page last night. I am also experimenting with a new format; sharing short pieces & quotes. All pictures with my poetry are still mine of course. Another important part of this, I've realized, is to re-introduce myself once in awhile to my new followers. So here we go! My names Taylor, I'm from British Columbia, Canada. I have attended college/university for visual arts, and baking and pastry arts. My main source of income, and my greatest passion is baking and cake decorating, although I am paying my due diligence to try and create a career in my poetry aswell. I have been writing since I was 6 years old, my parents would often find me writing and singing songs about the ocean, and nature. About a year ago I started preforming spoken word poetry, and I only started sharing my work online 4-5 months ago. I am an extremely out going, and intense individual (which can be good and bad lol) My sense of humor mainly consists of crude self deprecating jokes, or dirty jokes. There is no inbetween. I am a dedicated, hard worker, with strong work ethics. I believe team work in all aspects of life are essential to the most successful life. I love food, music, art, nature, certain video games, drinking a good seabreeze, and friends who make life bearable. I'm not really sure what else to say, as I've never done this before, but I'll try and do this every 6 months or so. Cheers and love to you all!! Xoxo #taylorgatespoetry #poetry #poem #spokenword #pagepoet #poetryofinstagram #writeeveryday #love #beyou #moments #me #art #prose #poetsofinstagram #spilledink #creativewriting #bookworm #writersofinstagram #typewriterpoetry #selfgrowth #beautiful #2018   #passion #literature #bewhoyouare #poetryclub #poetryisalive #poetrycommunity
I usually take pictures based off where I feel most inspired when writing. Today I wanted to share a photo of my dad and I, fishing when I was younger. #taylorgatespoetry #poetry #poem #spokenword #pagepoet #poetryofinstagram #writeeveryday #love #beyou #moments #me #art #change #turquoise #sapphires #ultraviolet #river #sad #happy #selfgrowth #beautiful #2018 #words #English #passion #poetryofig #bewhoyouare #poetryclub #poetryisalive #poetrycommunty
One of the best feelings I will ever have, is standing before friends and strangers, sharing the deepest parts of my soul. I am on a journey to becoming the most authentic and beautiful me I can be. Also, thanks to @sofiercelyfabulous for the make up job, and supporting me tonight. You are a wonderful friend!. #poet #spokenword #passion
Sadness, is a native tongue  demons and I speak. We sit here, dialect creeping from a hidden voice box A sweet seductive darkness Decomposing diaries, under dirty mattresses, we cohort like school girls Our secrets dripping like saliva from vile mouths, Hearts drenched in venom seeping into cavities and artileries. #taylorgatespoetry #poetry #words #spokenword #poetryofinstagram #English #languge #poet #preform #2018 #sad #demons #darkpoetry
I dreamt last night, of a world on fire. I fumbled and fell, failing to escape. As flames consumed me, I saw you One last time. #poetry #short #sad #imagery #languge #English #spokenword #taylorgatespoetry #2018
My heart Was a glass vase, Built only with the possibility of breaking. patterns, Of my creation Laced through this gleam. Some bolder than others Though none more valuable. Inside, I carry flowers. Gardens of  youth blossoming, To this tender touch. We exchange bouquets, Trying new blooms  to suite our mood You,  were a flower Holding on long past the point of death. I never wanted you to wilt away, Cause you said I was your rose. But this love, Shattered the base Of my broken vase. Leaving me Cleaning Sharded pieces.
British bar bounty Beers bellowing by blissfully, Belches beckoning billards of boys, beyond bloody beams Boisterous bums  bounce bodaciously baby blue eyed braided brunettes, brim with brilliance beautiful balance between benevolence and bewilderment This is the British bar bounty #poetry #poet #spokenword #language #english #beer #imagery #british #2018
Fog Filled Friday's, Ferociously Festering From Forgotten Feelings... For Fading Forevers, Foresee, Furrowed Frowns.
Sad, or stuck? They ask. I laugh. Sad, is a fad, I'm fed up with. They laugh. Stuck, is a rock. I can't climb over, walk around, or dig under. Looming above, in its mighty presence. Though, if I look closely. It's nothing more, than a pebble compared to the next. Problems, tribulations, are like rocks. One after the other, all i can do, is get through it.
"You are an ocean" she said. I feel you, like gentle lapping of waves on the shore. I taste you, like salt against the roof of my mouth. I touch you, like soft silk passing between the gaps of my fingers. I crave you, like a life raft dragging me free from a cyan pit.