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• would you stay then? Would you love me then? Would you stop saying you don't really remember what we used to be? Would it be easier to just hold me, when I could cry to my heart's content without thinking that it all ended when it could be something we had always wished it to be? • . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #smilywrites#writerscommunity#bymepoetry#lovepoetry#poetrylove#lovepoetry#untwineme#typewriterpoetry#writerscommunity#omypoetry#poets#poetrycommunity#writersofinstagram#wordgasm#poetrysociety#poetsofig#writingcommunity#wordsmith#poemoftheday#lovepoems#drunkpoetsociety#poetrysociety#wordporn#writtenword#herheartpoetry#poetryporn#wordswithqueens#instapoet#lovepoem#prose#womenwhowrite#micropoetry
Генри вот-вот должен был вернуться домой с войны, но в дверь постучал его сослуживец. __________________ #sheremetinka #sheremetshortstories #prose #shortstories #europe #ukraine #kyiv
🇩🇪 unten  My daily commute has become a favourite part of my day because of this audiobook (pic 2). I found Tyler Knott Gregson a few months ago here on IG, but digesting a new poem every day (sometimes two) is a little heavy for me 😳 . Then, a few days ago ‘Miracle in the Mundane’ popped up in my audiobook suggestions. And I'm all in. He offers 'poems, prompts + inspiration to unlock your creativity and unfiltered joy'. The 'unfiltered joy’ hooked me. Also that there is only one poem per chapter. I can handle that 😁. This one's beautiful .  How tender can you be,  how delicate with the thin glass of another's heart .  So many with hammers for hands . So few can hold us 🥀💔 .  #hardshellsoftcore #musings #happinessinsider #flowerstalking #tylerknottgregson #blumen . . 🇩🇪 Jeden Morgen wenn ich in mein Auto steige freu‘ ich mich schon auf das nächste Kapitel in diesem Hörbuch. Vor ein paar Monaten stieß ich hier auf IG auf Tyler Knott Gregson, aber jeden Tag ein neues Gedicht (manchmal auch zwei), das fand ich dann doch ein wenig heftig 😳 . Vor ein paar Tagen wurde mir ‚Miracle in the Mundane‘ vorgeschlagen. Ich bin begeistert. Er gibt Denkanstöße wie man „den Schlüssel zu seiner Kreativität und unzensierter Freude“ findet. Die „unzensierte Freude“ war der  Knackpunkt für mich und daß es pro Kapitel nur ein Gedicht gibt. Das vertrag sogar ich 😁. Dieses gefāllt mir besonders .  Wie zärtlich kannst du sein, wie behutsam mit dem hauchdünnen, gläsernen Herzen eines Anderen .  So viele mit Hämmer statt Händen . So wenige die es verstehen 🥀💔 .
На дверях единственной уцелевшей стены детского сада после авиаудара все ещё висела табличка: “Не шуметь – идет тихий час!” __________________ #sheremetinka #sheremetshortstories #prose #shortstories #europe #ukraine #kyiv
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A single part. Double parts, three parts and on and on. Every single life is made up of intermittent parts, with intervals of hollowness in between.  The incoherent emptiness that you let out in the asphyxiated air weeps. .  The persisting parts that hinder. The natural flow of warm. A ghust of tensile feelings that flex. Its transience that we perceive, yet certainly we know transience is permanent. Experssions lie. So do metaphors. .  Then, the seasonal parts. The parts that escape. We want them to stay. Sometimes and sometimes not. The sinister silence of good luck. The unambiguous misunderstanding. Who are we to decide? Its perception that does the job. Let us blame the vulnerable air around us. Around you. .  Then comes the parts that hold you with pseudo hands. An embrace that feels airy. The tranlucent sheets of ice that freeze, and while walked upon makes those frozen sounds of falling off. Falling off the precipice of interwined poems where hands get weary in frostbite of love and despise. .  Then those body parts. The mangaled limbs borrowed  from profanity of free thinkers. They survive each day barely, with bruises like paints falling off from the old temple of legends. Barely noticeable in this sky scape of volatility. .  The fictional parts. In which the story never really ends. We are alive with conclusion and omissions. A hardcover with smoldering pages. Taken away or giving. One may never really know. We anticipate and suffocate. .  There are many, or countless but, .  There are the abysmal parts of death.  Shards for shards and grief for grief. The varicose words run wordless. The countless fate falls. Silence persists a decible or two. Numbness. Death is not dying, you know. .  Amartya. . . . . . . . . • • • 📝 #poems #poem #poetry #prose #paint #toptags #poetrycommunity #writing #instapoetry #writerscommunity #poenoftheday #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #wordgasm #poetsociety #igpoet #enrapturedpoet
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HAPPY #nationalwritingday . Here are some of the literary masterpieces you could study with us. . http://bit.ly/SW-english . #amwriting #writers #writingcommmunity #prose #fiction
"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺"⁣ ⁣ It's been my mantra for the last few months. Our family has seen some big changes this year. The turbulence was 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. I was gifted a chance to discover the 'me' under the roles of Mother and Wife. The 'me' I'd been running from for years. ⁣ ⁣ What did I discover? That the 'me' is undefined. I'm always changing. I'm always evolving. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 '𝐦𝐞' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐩.⁣ ⁣ Change is the flow of life . 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. ⁣ ⁣ I wish I had a step-by-step guide to self-love to offer the world but even if I did it wouldn't work...our journeys are so unique, messy, and perfect in the most inexplicable way.⁣ ⁣ Your path is yours and yours alone. You can't bypass it or compare it. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨. ⁣ ⁣ When you feel anything other than divine, pause and say, "I can feel this and love myself anyway" ♥️✨
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It is said that a person who has lived a major part of his life imprisoned, usually cannot easily step into the outside world.  There just is too much chaos.  You do not have to be incarcerated to know that.  Memories are punishment enough.  Your mind is a prison of its own. ~Aadya  #aadyastories  #nights #musings #chaos #words #wordsmith  #writer #writersofig #writersofinstagram #spilledink #quote #memory #creativewriting #loneliness #poetsofig  #poetry #pain #depression #misery #poetryisnotdead #prose #abandonment_issues #heshestories  #deadpoetsociety #love #wishfulthinking
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Люди, которые лезут в чужую жизнь, как правило, не имеют своей. Что это? Любопытство? Какое удовольствие вообще рыться в грязном человеческом белье? Что может быть чудесного в том, чтобы сталкивать лбами двух людей, которые были когда-то близкими или даже сейчас состоят в отношениях? Какое счастье можно испытать, став причиной ругани двух людей? Что за кайф-то такой в этом? Разве это не гнусность?  ___ Алина Ермолаева  #алинаермолева#автор#проза#поэзия#писатель#книги#мысливслух#любовь#чувства#сердце#душа#драма#романтика#отношения#prose#poetry#books#writer#love#heart#soul#relationships
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Can writing benefit your #health and #wellbeing? @lauriebolger thinks so!  Join her in our seven-minute freewrite - Write Away!  #nationalwritingday **Share photos of your writing with hashtags #writeaway & #nationalwritingday for the chance to win an incredible limited edition set of hardbound Roald Dahl books.  Everyone has a story to tell - what's yours? ---- National Writing Day is a collaborative initiative from @first_story_charity and partners across the UK.  Find out more at www.nationalwritingday.org.uk ---- #amwriting #amreading #poetry #prose #freewrite #writingprompts #writingtips #writingcommmunity #competition
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I don't know why but this post is so relatable. Do you agree? . . . . . . . . . . . . . #quote #poem #prose #story #love #motivation #quotes #wordpress #quoteoftheday #goodmorning #good #positive #vibes #thoughts #day #goodday #love #memes
I don't know why but this post is so relatable. Do you agree? . . . . . . . . . . . . . #quote #poem #prose #story #love #motivation #quotes #wordpress #quoteoftheday #goodmorning #good #positive #vibes #thoughts #day #goodday #love #memes
Kaк бы больнo вы мнe нe cделали, знайте, чтo я вceгдa пoдaм вaм pyку пoмoщи в трyдный для вас мoмeнт, вeдь я нe вы! • • • 💭 📝 💗 🔝 #friends #smile #instagood #life #food #likeforlike #цитаты #cute #happy #sensible #instamoment #мудрыемысли #art #beautiful #instagood #picoftheday #20likes #followbackteam #poems #poem #poetry #prose #paint #топ #poetrycommunity #writing #instapoetry #quote #quotes #lifequotes
I may not have walked your journey, but I feel your pain in mine. ——————— || for more writing @j.lwords • • • • • #over #writing #poetrycommunity #soulwork #writerstag #poetrygram #amwriting #igpoetry #globalpoetcult #spilledink #inspirationalquotes #creativewriting #encouragingquotes #selflove #quotes #poetry #prose #heartbreak #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #igpoets #communityofpoets #poetstribe #poetsglobe
Beliefs are driven by the pains we experience. We seek to captivate ourselves in a safety net of faith because fear is what drives us to believe, woe is what drives us to our knees. The emergence of faith is real, but the phony and cowardice are trembling users that are merely drugged, they are not bathed in light. 🖤 #writersofinstagram #spilledink #writers #writing #poems #poetry #prose #words #literature #herheartpoetry #writersnetwork #kerouac #poetsofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #worldofwords #love #loving #heartwrds #cpohetry #poetry #angels #beingyoubeingtrue #instapoet #bookstagram #love #cold #suicide #motivation #inspiration #inifiniteenth
Beliefs are driven by the pains we experience. We seek to captivate ourselves in a safety net of faith because fear is what drives us to believe, woe is what drives us to our knees. The emergence of faith is real, but the phony and cowardice are trembling users that are merely drugged, they are not bathed in light. 🖤 #writersofinstagram #spilledink #writers #writing #poems #poetry #prose #words #literature #herheartpoetry #writersnetwork #kerouac #poetsofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #worldofwords #love #loving #heartwrds #cpohetry #poetry #angels #beingyoubeingtrue #instapoet #bookstagram #love #cold #suicide #motivation #inspiration #inifiniteenth
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Sing me another song, drown out the engines, row me to the shore. Grant me another dream under the beautiful blue sight. Give me hope. Give me peace. -Venice, 2018  #photography #photooftheday #venice #venezia #italy #italia #travel #veneto #travelphotography #gondola #art #travelgram #travel_diaries #lagoons #sky #prose #pictureperfect #sunset #rowingthroughgrandcanal #belowfootbridge #snapseed #instalike #igdaily #bhfyp #like4like #followme
The Story of Us  Two years ago, I was bestowed with grace to begin a life capable of love. I started to wear more often the peace I learned to create. I stitched the cuts of my broken reality with forgiveness. I befriended kindness to heal myself. My heart was set free.  It was at that time, too, we met in the world where no one else saw but us. I indulged myself with excitement for the endless possibilitiesー what more was in store for both of us? But I anchored my hopes in the sea of gratitude. I uttered a prayer of thanks to my God for the joy in merely knowing your existence.  Most people called that encounter a dream except that my eyes were open, the sun shone so brightly,  and I saw everything else like the smile you had that day.  Did I mention, my heart hit a beat for the first time in a long time when we met in the world where no one else saw but us, two years agoー  It did. It still does, two years later. It will for two more lifetimes.  Words by #lookupmusings This photo was taken in Fukuoka, Japan last March 2019.
Behind You  You seated yourself beside the window in a local restaurant somewhere in Aomori, Japan. You ordered soba, so it seemed. I was not sure what it's called, but you enjoyed it. Outside, couples were basking in the crisp, springtime sun. Your eyes adored what you saw; your heart might be enamoured, too. Who wouldn't? You returned to your meal. Then, you asked around the bite, "What is real love?" You may or may not need the answer, but if I were to give one, I would say, "Real love is behind you." I guess what I'm trying to say is, "You glow like the morning sun; you radiate hope for those who have none. Behind you is someone who picks up the traces of your shine. Turn around and wait expectantly for one day, she'll learn to kindle her light with your shine." Words by #lookupmusings  I took this photo of my friend in Sabah, Malaysia last  October 2018
Leaning my cheek upon my hand, I imagine a timid glow of the autumnal reds and yellows on the horizon of a distant place I'm not even sure exists; I picture you standing there with an expectant look as you reach your hand for mine. You smile at me like the sun warms the crisp morning air.  I hardly ever not think of you; every time, I wonder if you ever think of me, too; every time I dismiss the thought that you don't. I wonder how much of my time I spend thinking of a what-if life with you.  ___________ To yearn for more beyond what I can imagine seems like running after a dream in desperate pursuit ーyou are unimaginably out of reach.  Words by #lookupmusings  This photo was taken from the Shinkansen window on my way to Osaka last March 2019.
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