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Even strangers say now,
"I can sense you are in pain, poetry is oozing out of you"

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-please, don't quiet yourself to fit someone else's idea of who you should be-
-please, don't quiet yourself to fit someone else's idea of who you should be-
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This is a form i call "Melolee"

It's a song that has just two refrains and a single verse.

The refrains use the rhyme scheme 'aaba,' while the verse takes any form the writer chooses, but has only 14 lines. The Melolee form is: Refrain-Verse-Refrain=4-14-4 in number of lines.

Example: 
One Was A Shadow. "Oh sing a lullaby
Looking in a stranger's eye!
The first idea is beautiful
The next will make you cry.

Once there were two strangers
But only one knew
One had become a friend
As tall as the bond grew
Their feelings sat on a bus
But to each there was never a word
As they came closer to time
And laughed in the sun's face
One began to look away
Affection began to erase
The other opened like a plant sprouting to embrace 
But feelings are like shadows,
Sometimes they hide behind
And these feelings were no friends of daylight.

Oh sing a lullaby
Looking in a stranger's eye
The first i hear is beautiful
But the next will make you cry."
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• This is a form i call "Melolee" It's a song that has just two refrains and a single verse. The refrains use the rhyme scheme 'aaba,' while the verse takes any form the writer chooses, but has only 14 lines. The Melolee form is: Refrain-Verse-Refrain=4-14-4 in number of lines. Example: One Was A Shadow. "Oh sing a lullaby Looking in a stranger's eye! The first idea is beautiful The next will make you cry. Once there were two strangers But only one knew One had become a friend As tall as the bond grew Their feelings sat on a bus But to each there was never a word As they came closer to time And laughed in the sun's face One began to look away Affection began to erase The other opened like a plant sprouting to embrace  But feelings are like shadows, Sometimes they hide behind And these feelings were no friends of daylight. Oh sing a lullaby Looking in a stranger's eye The first i hear is beautiful But the next will make you cry." •
Would you still love me 
If you knew everything?
My untold 
Confessions 
Expressions
Birthed beneath this water 
We dangle our feet in ... I feel them 
Urging to snap 
Snipping off your feet 
Absorbing every fake smile 
That you always thought
Defined me .
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We must never forget the original language is not the word. It is the Light. Language can divide, yet if utilized with a clear purpose, it will conquer separation. This is the poet's mission - to bring light to words. Poetry transcends us above time and the heavy, earthly matters of an uncontrollable and incorrigible mind. The earth is not heavy, but our minds can be immeasurably dense. #poem #poemsofinstagram #poets #instapoets #igpoems #writers #writing #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetryisart #deadpoetssociety #writersofig #poetryisnotdead #igwriters #poetrygram #poetsunite #dailyhealing #sayings #soul #therapy #soulpoetry #escritores #verses
We must never forget the original language is not the word. It is the Light. Language can divide, yet if utilized with a clear purpose, it will conquer separation. This is the poet's mission - to bring light to words. Poetry transcends us above time and the heavy, earthly matters of an uncontrollable and incorrigible mind. The earth is not heavy, but our minds can be immeasurably dense. #poem  #poemsofinstagram  #poets  #instapoets  #igpoems  #writers  #writing  #poetsofig  #poetrycommunity  #poetryisart  #deadpoetssociety  #writersofig  #poetryisnotdead  #igwriters  #poetrygram  #poetsunite  #dailyhealing  #sayings  #soul  #therapy  #soulpoetry  #escritores  #verses 
I cry very easily. It can be a movie, a phone conversation, a sunset - tears are words waiting to be written.
#paulocoelho Coelho #sunsets #myaddiction #constantcraving #santamonica
| Even if I don't need you, I'd find myself needing you. | #lakshaychopra
| Even if I don't need you, I'd find myself needing you. | #lakshaychopra 
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope. #Maya Angelou
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And don't overthink or rush the process. 💯
As long as you keep working hard and consistently the success will come in due time 🙏🏼
And don't overthink or rush the process. 💯 As long as you keep working hard and consistently the success will come in due time 🙏🏼
Thank you for reading my poetry and quotes. I try to post new poems and words about love, life, friendship, family, and of course me every day. The backgrounds to my words contain shells, seed pods, flowers, feathers, insects, butterflies and anything else I can find in nature. I love to write in nature and collect anything created from earth. You can always find me writing at the beach, next to the river or under a tree. .
Please tag me in reposts, they are always welcomed. ❤️
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Thank you for reading my poetry and quotes. I try to post new poems and words about love, life, friendship, family, and of course me every day. The backgrounds to my words contain shells, seed pods, flowers, feathers, insects, butterflies and anything else I can find in nature. I love to write in nature and collect anything created from earth. You can always find me writing at the beach, next to the river or under a tree. . Please tag me in reposts, they are always welcomed. ❤️ . Image © 2017 Gemma troy . . . . #writings  #poem  #instapoets  #typewriterpoetry  #igpoets 
I hope you prove me wrong
I hope you prove me wrong
The tide licks my toes thirstily while I hunger for your waves.
- @ofyesteryear
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Leave it to me to butcher the "r" and forget the "i" in thirstily 🙃 Anyway, I decided to experiment with acrylics for this one. I only use acrylics when I'm doing fluid paintings but I enjoyed using it to paint the waves.
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#letteringpoets with @amajoletters & @desert_dwellers
The tide licks my toes thirstily while I hunger for your waves. - @ofyesteryear —— Leave it to me to butcher the "r" and forget the "i" in thirstily 🙃 Anyway, I decided to experiment with acrylics for this one. I only use acrylics when I'm doing fluid paintings but I enjoyed using it to paint the waves. —— #letteringpoets  with @amajoletters & @desert_dwellers
Que mágico embeleso ver el anochecer, las luces, el humo, lo que se mezcla con mi fantasía. 
Infinito. 
Pacífico. 
Eterno.
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"Los ojos no siempre saben ver. Hay que buscar con el corazón" El Principito
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In the morning a crow a duck a rabbit a heron all with their own secrets their own movements their own ideas their own wholeness. /

The marsh grass still laying down where it slept and high summer suddenly pulling my hand and showing me Look how lush look how rich. These are the red vine lines of wild strawberries running summer ink into the earth. /

I walked with a friend down to the shore where she played as a child we walked on the sand within the stone outlines of the rooms of her old playhouse That's the fridge and that's the cake she said It was always the cake, pointing to a large stone.
In the morning a crow a duck a rabbit a heron all with their own secrets their own movements their own ideas their own wholeness. / The marsh grass still laying down where it slept and high summer suddenly pulling my hand and showing me Look how lush look how rich. These are the red vine lines of wild strawberries running summer ink into the earth. / I walked with a friend down to the shore where she played as a child we walked on the sand within the stone outlines of the rooms of her old playhouse That's the fridge and that's the cake she said It was always the cake, pointing to a large stone.
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Harper hung in cemeteries, where he rarely made a sound except the bending grass beneath his feet as he meandered between epitaphs. Each evening he would meet with ghosts who spoke to him from pearls of dew that perished in the dirt before he learnt their names.
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April stayed out late as well but dwelled with different spirits, telling jokes to empty glasses from the last seat at her little bar, the star of weekday evenings. Her friends would tend to come and leave between the turn of suns, though never much concern to make acquaintance with familiar faces ever graced her since she'd been convinced companionship came mixed in ice with bitters.
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One morning just before the sun sent more than subtle hints at waking--almost, but not quite, importing light of day--Harper parted ways with the expired souls he styled fellows, and he filed from the iron-gated graveyard as the ether leisurely bloomed into dew. Not far from there, where asphalt streets retreated into alleyways--alive with wild sheens of neon diving from the window panes of places always open--April raised a toast and closed the door behind her night before the morning light could make a more assertive argument against another drink. In passing, April scantly paid a glance that Harper hardly noticed. But both were somehow overcome by something so engrossing only after moving on did either take a second look, and only when they turned to see each other out of sight did they discover what the both of them determined might be love.
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A moment passed, as happens often in the turn of time, and with it went the breath that ended April's life. Not Harper nor another learned the purpose for her fate, or even that she'd been intered within the very cemetery Harper used to visit, for in the instant that she vanished it so happened Harper apprehended that he had a thirst the first to him which only spirits of the ilk that April drank could sate.
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And so it was that Harper took her place there at the lounge while April made her jokes with vapors in the evening and when morning came she glistened in the dew that fell in lonely pearls unvisited upon the cemetery grounds.
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#paris #france
Harper hung in cemeteries, where he rarely made a sound except the bending grass beneath his feet as he meandered between epitaphs. Each evening he would meet with ghosts who spoke to him from pearls of dew that perished in the dirt before he learnt their names. - April stayed out late as well but dwelled with different spirits, telling jokes to empty glasses from the last seat at her little bar, the star of weekday evenings. Her friends would tend to come and leave between the turn of suns, though never much concern to make acquaintance with familiar faces ever graced her since she'd been convinced companionship came mixed in ice with bitters. - One morning just before the sun sent more than subtle hints at waking--almost, but not quite, importing light of day--Harper parted ways with the expired souls he styled fellows, and he filed from the iron-gated graveyard as the ether leisurely bloomed into dew. Not far from there, where asphalt streets retreated into alleyways--alive with wild sheens of neon diving from the window panes of places always open--April raised a toast and closed the door behind her night before the morning light could make a more assertive argument against another drink. In passing, April scantly paid a glance that Harper hardly noticed. But both were somehow overcome by something so engrossing only after moving on did either take a second look, and only when they turned to see each other out of sight did they discover what the both of them determined might be love. - A moment passed, as happens often in the turn of time, and with it went the breath that ended April's life. Not Harper nor another learned the purpose for her fate, or even that she'd been intered within the very cemetery Harper used to visit, for in the instant that she vanished it so happened Harper apprehended that he had a thirst the first to him which only spirits of the ilk that April drank could sate. - And so it was that Harper took her place there at the lounge while April made her jokes with vapors in the evening and when morning came she glistened in the dew that fell in lonely pearls unvisited upon the cemetery grounds. - #paris  #france 
Sorry for the lack of posts, I didn't have the time and mood to write recently, but here's a poem I just wrote for you..
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When life's a mess
Death's a caress
And hope's careless
Then you need a princess

And if life gives you death
And death gives you hope
Then hope to find a princess
Or you'll end up on a rope

But if life is a realm
Where death is in the end
Where hope stays until the end
Then you are a princess
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Sorry for the lack of posts, I didn't have the time and mood to write recently, but here's a poem I just wrote for you.. ------------- When life's a mess Death's a caress And hope's careless Then you need a princess And if life gives you death And death gives you hope Then hope to find a princess Or you'll end up on a rope But if life is a realm Where death is in the end Where hope stays until the end Then you are a princess ------------ #poetry  #poetsofinstagram  #poetsofig  #poetofig  #poetrycorner  #poetrycommunityofinstagram  #poetrycommunity  #poetrycommunityofig  #poem  #poems  #poetryislife  #poetryisnotdead  #poet  #bymepoetry  #selfcreation  #spilledink  #writer  #writersofig  #writersofinstagram  #poetryofinstagram  #instapoets  #instapoetry  #poetryofig  #creativewriting 
Even in my dreams I lose you
I forget the colours of your cheeks
Ever creating with my weary pen
You are the ink it leaks🖋💭🖋💭
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Even in my dreams I lose you I forget the colours of your cheeks Ever creating with my weary pen You are the ink it leaks🖋💭🖋💭 ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• #prose  #equityinliterature  #poems  #poetsofig  #poetsofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofinstagram  #poetrycommunity  #londonpoets  #muse  #love  #writerscommunity  #musings  #lovequotes  #soulmatequotes  #instapoet  #wordsmith  #poetry  #instapoets  #milkandhoney  #bookstagram  #writing  #dreams  #authorsofinstagram  #creativewriting  #poetrycommunity  #poem  #shadowofthewind  #poetrycommunityofig  #poemporn  #readersofig 
I'm inspired today. I am inspiration. I aspire to be me.
I'm inspired today. I am inspiration. I aspire to be me.
Cheers
Cheers
Freedom Changed Its Face. Good morning, world. The piece is inspired by my quite conservative upbringing. Always a muse, that one. #poetsofinstagram #poems #poets #poemsofinstagram #instapoets #instapoems #writersofinstagram #wordporn #wordgasm #poetry #poemsaboutself #poetsofig #morningpoetry #inspiration #writingcommunity #poetsociety #shortstory #microtale #fatheranddaughter #malaysianpoets #asianpoets #puisi #malaysianpoetry
"Queen of hypothetical thoughts 😎"
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A woman is the Queen of hypothetical thoughts. We all suffer from this disease. We love to ask our men questions about shit that will never happen. .
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Questions like 'babe babe, hypothetically speaking but not really, but if it did' , "what could might be, huh?'. ' What would you do if i'm in the house and I get locked up and you are outside in between two big lions, one at the door and one inside, would you come save me?' Really?? That ain't gonna happen woman lions stay in the jungle😀😂 #crazy #Hartjokes #iwrite #writetoheal#communityofwriters#instapoets#instawriters#poetry#poetsofig#wordartist#womenwhowrite #photography #art #conceptualPhotography - #regrann #photography#fashionphotography#blackisbeautiful #melanin#blackgirlmagic #retoucher#fashionphotographer#essence #beauty #naturalhair #portrait#videographer#naturallight #naturallightphotography #thevillagecitychic
"Queen of hypothetical thoughts 😎" . A woman is the Queen of hypothetical thoughts. We all suffer from this disease. We love to ask our men questions about shit that will never happen. . . . Questions like 'babe babe, hypothetically speaking but not really, but if it did' , "what could might be, huh?'. ' What would you do if i'm in the house and I get locked up and you are outside in between two big lions, one at the door and one inside, would you come save me?' Really?? That ain't gonna happen woman lions stay in the jungle😀😂 #crazy  #Hartjokes  #iwrite  #writetoheal #communityofwriters #instapoets #instawriters #poetry #poetsofig #wordartist #womenwhowrite  #photography  #art  #conceptualPhotography  - #regrann  #photography #fashionphotography #blackisbeautiful  #melanin #blackgirlmagic  #retoucher #fashionphotographer #essence  #beauty  #naturalhair  #portrait #videographer #naturallight  #naturallightphotography  #thevillagecitychic 
Confessions of Heartbroken 💔💔
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Confessions of Heartbroken 💔💔 --------------------------------------------------- Orgininal Work @gyanendra0892 --------------------------------------------------- # #poem  #poetrylovers  #poet  #poetsofig  #poetry  #poetsofinstagram  #instapoets  #instawriter  #instagood  #writings  #writersofig  #writersofinstagram  #writerspoems  #writingcommunity  #poetrycommunity  #spilledink  #spilledthoughts  #heartbroken  #wordsofwisdom  #wordstoliveby  #words  #ťhoughtoftheday  #gyanendrawrites  #poetryisnotdead  #bymepoetry  #doortooursouls  #herheartpoetry  ---------------------------------------------------
Squeeze through! Until the end, no one will see you!
Get deep in the trenches, on ya bloody hands and knees..
Sweat it out, burn it out, push it out, bleed! 
It would be just as hard to turn back and you'll suffocate if you cease! 
Higher stakes pipeline your greatness, great one! 
Do the damn deed! 
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Squeeze through! Until the end, no one will see you! Get deep in the trenches, on ya bloody hands and knees.. Sweat it out, burn it out, push it out, bleed! It would be just as hard to turn back and you'll suffocate if you cease! Higher stakes pipeline your greatness, great one! Do the damn deed! #go  #dontquit  #motivation  #success  #lifequotes  #quote  #inspirationalquotes  #prose  #poetry  #poetsofinstagram  #instapoets  #poetsofig  #torontowriters  #toronto  #youaregreat  #feeltheburn  #beinspired  #reachforthestars  #followyourdreams  #taketheheat  #justdoit  #youcandoit  #welcometothecarousel 
“Tethered Heart”

I’ve been putting off the wonders in my head,
Making sure this static life is kept in check 
My hands don’t move to inspiration 
And mind is all in isolation…
This is what it is to live as dead
Creative in the night, I rest my head,
And on a pillow dreams and visions spread
To heart and soul and body’s dread.
I can’t remember what was said,
I can’t remember what I saw
A fragment of it all will spark and thaw 
Melting into knowledge and seeping into hidden
Laws.
The law of my body, a land of disruption,
Eruption and chaos,
Refined and scarred, damaged and marred
These worlds and plural meanings in the stars 
Satisfy this tethered, struggling heart.
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“Tethered Heart” I’ve been putting off the wonders in my head, Making sure this static life is kept in check My hands don’t move to inspiration And mind is all in isolation… This is what it is to live as dead Creative in the night, I rest my head, And on a pillow dreams and visions spread To heart and soul and body’s dread. I can’t remember what was said, I can’t remember what I saw A fragment of it all will spark and thaw Melting into knowledge and seeping into hidden Laws. The law of my body, a land of disruption, Eruption and chaos, Refined and scarred, damaged and marred These worlds and plural meanings in the stars Satisfy this tethered, struggling heart. #poetry  #gaypoet  #gayboy  #gaywriters  #writersofinstagram  #writing  #poem  #poems  #gaypoetry  #lgbtpoetry  #instagay  #poetsofinstagram  #instapoets  #gaydude  #gayguy  #scorpio  #astrology  #the12thhouse  #9thhouse  #resurrection  #love  #acceptance  #peace  #rebirth  #feelings  #thoughtsofawanderingsoul 
Note to self, never settle for less. 
Via @kerryewagner
Note to self, never settle for less. Via @kerryewagner
proprietor (n). .  It has been a year of re-claiming agency over my body. In so many ways it feels like my body has betrayed me, and I am on the ever important, messy journey of making friends with my softness, my tired eyes, my irritable skin that shows off stress and straining, my achy chest, my tight shoulders. 
With each poem I include a photo (not always shown on Instagram because of space but always included on the full blog posts), and I scanned through so many of beautiful women with lovely bones and features, and then felt it important to share this one instead. Here I am in my usual writing uniform, pantless and in a grubby old shirt. When I look at this I see my four days unwashed hair, smudged mascara that won't come off, heavy eyes, bruises from being so clumsy, softness and curves that I wish were more trim... not appropriate to share. And that's why I share it. 
Proprietor (n):
it is a serious thing
to carry a body through this world
to keep a heart beating
to shield it from the elements
and the dangers of man
to tend to open wounds
achy joints and muscles
to keep it strong and nourished.
it is not too much to call it a miracle
that these lungs keep filling up with air 
and pushing out what is no longer needed,
a pulse that, if nothing else, 
is a reminder
that time is passing
and life is still arriving to me.
it is too much a tragedy that
I have spent much of my life at war
with my body's softness,
I have grimaced at features
masked myself in makeup and clothing 
I have worked hard to try and take up
less space. 
it is a radical thing 
to be at home in ourselves
and I have spent much of my life
pushing myself away
pressing myself onward, too far out, 
plummeting myself into too much striving
preparing myself to be presentable
puncturing myself with words that stain. 
it is a serious thing
to carry a body through this world
and there is too much work to be done
there is too much beauty to fight for
to continue this daily renouncing
of the grams that make me up
and carry me through softly surviving.
proprietor (n). . It has been a year of re-claiming agency over my body. In so many ways it feels like my body has betrayed me, and I am on the ever important, messy journey of making friends with my softness, my tired eyes, my irritable skin that shows off stress and straining, my achy chest, my tight shoulders. With each poem I include a photo (not always shown on Instagram because of space but always included on the full blog posts), and I scanned through so many of beautiful women with lovely bones and features, and then felt it important to share this one instead. Here I am in my usual writing uniform, pantless and in a grubby old shirt. When I look at this I see my four days unwashed hair, smudged mascara that won't come off, heavy eyes, bruises from being so clumsy, softness and curves that I wish were more trim... not appropriate to share. And that's why I share it. Proprietor (n): it is a serious thing to carry a body through this world to keep a heart beating to shield it from the elements and the dangers of man to tend to open wounds achy joints and muscles to keep it strong and nourished. it is not too much to call it a miracle that these lungs keep filling up with air and pushing out what is no longer needed, a pulse that, if nothing else, is a reminder that time is passing and life is still arriving to me. it is too much a tragedy that I have spent much of my life at war with my body's softness, I have grimaced at features masked myself in makeup and clothing I have worked hard to try and take up less space. it is a radical thing to be at home in ourselves and I have spent much of my life pushing myself away pressing myself onward, too far out, plummeting myself into too much striving preparing myself to be presentable puncturing myself with words that stain. it is a serious thing to carry a body through this world and there is too much work to be done there is too much beauty to fight for to continue this daily renouncing of the grams that make me up and carry me through softly surviving.
A bit of fun poetry ... But seriously men are allowed into this self love club too, no? ======================================== #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #instapoets #poetrycommunity #writing #quote
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I don't think that I'm that brave 🍷
I don't think that I'm that brave 🍷
somehow, instead of a prayer, I used it to whisper your name ✨
somehow, instead of a prayer, I used it to whisper your name ✨
lifetime number 2 🌊
lifetime number 2 🌊
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Beginning Friday, June 30th-Tuesday, July 4th, my second collection of poetry and short stories titled Temblors will be available for #free through #AmazonKindle
Beginning Friday, June 30th-Tuesday, July 4th, my second collection of poetry and short stories titled Temblors will be available for #free  through #AmazonKindle 
From the poem Afterwards (published by Salmon Poetry) #beach #water #sea #tide #breakup #breakuppoem
✒️📜 #58 - Whoever said physics wasn't poetic was telling porkie pies. We're all made from star stuff, remnants of the cosmos, born from the interiors of collapsing stars... And I for one, think that's just glorious. Don't you? 🌌✨
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✒️📜 #58  - Whoever said physics wasn't poetic was telling porkie pies. We're all made from star stuff, remnants of the cosmos, born from the interiors of collapsing stars... And I for one, think that's just glorious. Don't you? 🌌✨ . . . #poemsbyclou  #oldwordsnewdoodle  #poem  #poetry  #poetrycommunity  #poemsofinstagram  #poetryofinstagram  #poetsofinstagram  #instapoems  #instapoetry  #instapoets  #amwriting  #girlswhowrite  #writer  #blogger  #illustration  #doodle  #design  #ink  #spilledink  #life  #universe  #cosmos  #stars  #stardust  #humanity  #beauty  #typewriter  #typewriterpoetry 
-[• A serendipity•]—— —— She appeared to have shaped by the most bipolar components of fate, ——- Varying her avatars from a nourisher to a punisher, -——The ability to teleport to a realm of two people, where serenity flew in rivers of serendipity . ——She had the ability to caress like a mother, make love as a wife and protect in the dark like moonlight.
-[• A serendipity•]—— —— She appeared to have shaped by the most bipolar components of fate, ——- Varying her avatars from a nourisher to a punisher, -——The ability to teleport to a realm of two people, where serenity flew in rivers of serendipity . ——She had the ability to caress like a mother, make love as a wife and protect in the dark like moonlight.
I probably won't make sense tonight. 
For sometimes it's okay to not decorate words. 
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I remember writing numerous pages of diaries when I was growing up. 
I had no one, no one at all to share my thoughts with. It wasn't like I was some loner.  I've always had friends. But there were many things that I wanted to keep to myself, as I used to think that no one thinks the way I do and they won't get it. So, the diary came in. 
As I grew up, I met some beautiful people - people who loved me the way I wanted to be loved. And for years, I did not feel the need to touch my diary.  I hardly wrote what I thought, as I always had people, those beautiful people with pure hearts to share my happy/sad little things with. 
Then, I grew up a little more, turns out that 10 year old kid was right about all the stuff that 18 year old teenager thought was wrong. 
Pen and paper will always be there. No matter how many years pass by, they'll be there. 
Because unlike people they don't change what they say. 
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I know I've tried hard to be whatever I'm today. I was a shy kid - someone who was always afraid to talk to people, who used hide behind her mother. And all the way from then to now, from a 5 year old shy little girl to a 22 year old woman who understands what she wants, it has been a tough journey. I've always pushed myself harder to come out of that zone. 
So may be I won't give up on this. 
Because this is what I wanted to become. Because this is what I should be. 
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#rawfeelings

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I probably won't make sense tonight. For sometimes it's okay to not decorate words. __ I remember writing numerous pages of diaries when I was growing up. I had no one, no one at all to share my thoughts with. It wasn't like I was some loner. I've always had friends. But there were many things that I wanted to keep to myself, as I used to think that no one thinks the way I do and they won't get it. So, the diary came in. As I grew up, I met some beautiful people - people who loved me the way I wanted to be loved. And for years, I did not feel the need to touch my diary. I hardly wrote what I thought, as I always had people, those beautiful people with pure hearts to share my happy/sad little things with. Then, I grew up a little more, turns out that 10 year old kid was right about all the stuff that 18 year old teenager thought was wrong. Pen and paper will always be there. No matter how many years pass by, they'll be there. Because unlike people they don't change what they say. __ I know I've tried hard to be whatever I'm today. I was a shy kid - someone who was always afraid to talk to people, who used hide behind her mother. And all the way from then to now, from a 5 year old shy little girl to a 22 year old woman who understands what she wants, it has been a tough journey. I've always pushed myself harder to come out of that zone. So may be I won't give up on this. Because this is what I wanted to become. Because this is what I should be. __ #rawfeelings  #writing  #thoughts  #Poetry  #writersofinstagram  #poetsofinstagram  #thinkcreateexplore  #ttt_official  #writinglove  #mirakee  #pendown  #wordsofwisdom  #wordgasm  #wordscommunity  #instawriters  #blogwriting  #blogger  #bloggers  #poemsporn  #writersofinstagram  #inspirationalquotes  #writinglove  #iwrite  #wordporn  #wordlove  #instapoets  #poeticjustice  #photography  #photooftheday  #ig_india  #igers 
I love thee freely, I love thee purely.
- Elizabeth Barret Browning
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#letteringpoets with @desert_dwellers & @amajoletters
I love thee freely, I love thee purely. - Elizabeth Barret Browning —— #letteringpoets  with @desert_dwellers & @amajoletters