There is something so enticing about validation, we yearn for the comfort of reassurance, but what if it's just you, what then? What if there are no legs to stand on but your own? What if the only voice you hear is your own echo? It is then that you must learn that you, are enough. Easier said than done I know and of course even more easily written. But we all have to start somewhere, so I write it till it sinks in...
CHALLENGE WINNER: World Oceans Day!🌊
I am the crystal blue lake
mirrored by the sky -
the reflection of heaven.
I am the gentle waves,
the sun glitter
splashing at your face.
I am the velvet dream
into which you dip
your body and soul.
I am the smiling surface
hiding the mystery
at the bottom of my heart.
Thank you for creating & sharing this beautiful tribute to World Oceans Day! #its_ocean 🐟🐚🐳
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I remember the girl who didn't give up.
That girl liked to overcome her own expectations.
I remember the girl who was allergic to lies,
arrogance and injustice.
I remember the girl who avoided
listened with good energy the advice and opinions.
I remember the girl who enjoyed
being alone occasionally;
meditating on the complicity of the silences.
dreaming with open eyes.
learning to bury much of her fears.
I remember that girl;
smelling the new moments,
perceiving rain and coffee almost always.
I remember that girl,
I keep her in the memory.
Because, there are still parts of her inside me. ……………………………………………………………………………… La chica que recuerdo no se rendía.
Jamás se daba por vencida.
A ella le gustaba superar sus propias expectativas.
La chica que recuerdo era alérgica a las mentiras, a la soberbia y a las injusticias.
La recuerdo evitando discusiones, solo escuchando con buena energía los consejos y las opiniones.
La chica que recuerdo disfrutaba estando a solas de vez en cuando;
meditando en la complicidad de sus múltiples silencios.
Soñando con los ojos abiertos.
Aprendiendo a desterrar gran parte de sus miedos.
La chica que recuerdo,
la evoco absorbiendo los nuevos momentos,
percibiendo lluvia y café casi todo el tiempo.
A esa chica la recuerdo,
Pues, aquí de ella, aún quedan destellos. --- #Microrelato#texto#de_tinta#unpublished#text#poemoftheday#poem#poetry#poetsofinstagram#words#write#micropoem#writersofinstagram#entre_fotos#phrases#instapoet#instapoem#instawrite#poetrycommunity#writing#myquotes#instapicture#eveninglife#night#nightlife#inspiration#page#clouds#nofilter#flashback
it had been so dark
floating in and out of your 9 to 5 world.
she slept in the park,
playing parts, her true self was never unfurled.
huddled in the corner, she saw your bright light.
that day she stopped floating and began to fight. 👊🔥
.... .... .... .... #poetry#poem#intersectionalfeminism#poemoftheday#art#artist ......... Visuals are @Regrann from @mxnko - Closer
🌹gone🌹a longer piece written this afternoon. Please use the zoom option if you want to give it a read 😘🙏🏻 I hope you enjoy it! I know I have a few mistakes in it, but I rushed to post it, even though it was only a first draft. I shall change it around for the final edit when time comes.
All I see around me are people scared to delve into the unknown. People scared to take the time to get to know someone. Truly get to know someone. People just jumping into a sexual relationship and not connecting on an emotional, mental, or spiritual level. People who would rather add another notch to their belt, constantly sedated, or intoxicated, constantly searching for the next best thing. It saddens me to think all of that potential for love, for kindness, for true connections and for people to be good to each other is wasted on the daily. And for what? Temporary gratification? Instant validation? A euphoric high after you get what you've been chasing for? Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit. I want all of the bad. The good. The ugly. And I will never settle for less.