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The Sting. There are moths and bees. And yes, THERE IS a difference. Some will be attracted to your light and only long to harvest it. Some will be blinded by your light and feel intimidated. Some will even use your presence as an excuse to act cowardly. Today I ask you to recognize the difference between someone who watches out for you and someone who watches out to USE or ABUSE you. 🐝 Tag someone may need this message today.
Veiled aphrodite , Covered under her scathed and bruised skin. Her eyes had a depth of agony, Tales of the tags imposed on her And marks of promiscuous injuries With a reflection of herself , pirouetting under stars Or playing a rosewood piano In the castle of glass! He , with the eyes that can foresee, Seer , all of her afflictions and tripping allegations. His heart initiated the process of love, Wishing to heal those injuries. With a reflection of himself, Drenched into darkness Working under the winter sun Chasing heat , rains and burns! Discreetly , destiny played lucrative game Chasing all the warmth, riding through the coldness they tamed All that was pale turned greener, as their eyes catch the meadows bloomed, Their sun rose and met the brook. And they captured , whole universe In between two blinks! ART BY :- @in_my_parallel_world_ #writersofinstagram#writerscommunity#writersnetwork#mirakee#poetry
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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. — Maya Angelou Unused creativity is not benign. — Brene Brown 📝 What matters: Your writing matters. Your words matter. Your creative life matters! 📝 What doesn’t matter: If the words live in little notebooks or cocktail napkins or in huge files on our lap top. If the words haven’t made their way out of your body to the page. 📝 Because: You are a writer! (SAY IT THREE TIMES OUT LOUD) and like me, perhaps all you need is the structure, time, space, community (and a few good writing prompts) to help you get it down! 📝 Join me on January 5th at 2pm at Yogaview for THE EMPOWERED WRITER. An afternoon carved out especially for you to nurture your writing life. To remember why you love this craft. To talk about writing, and read some great work together. And we may practice a little yoga. 📝🙏 Sign up https://bit.ly/2A8w2mn Or link in profile events!
To a somebody always, I look at our old pictures bringing back the memories of the past. I remember you telling me all your lame jokes, your meanless dreams and your ambitious goals that changes each day. I remember your smile, your laughter, your sad face and all the stories behind them. I remember how you we comforted each other during our so called crisis, which now seem so small making me realize how stupid we were to be drolling over such things then. I remember how we laughed at the stupidest of things and stayed up nights counting stars. I remember how you smell and what perfume you wear, and whenever I come across a similar scent, I remember you with a sinking feeling in my heart. A feeling similar to loss maybe. I remember promising each other a forever for you. But now look how we ended up back to being strangers once again! I remember there was nothing in particular that tore us apart, except for distance. I remember you being busy when I needed you, and me being busy, when you wanted to talk. I remember how your priorities changed with time. I remember how I felt a difference in you when you were insisting you're still the same. I guess distance does plays an important role after. But I don't regret how we ended up now, nor do I feel sad. Actually I feel okay. I think I've come to make peace with it. I know that you'll be happy somewhere, at someplace on the earth, survivng and growing, doing good for yourself and people you love. I guess our journey was fated to end earlier than we thought, and I don't blame you for what we are now. And that makes me feel just fine and somewhat at ease. I know there's no going back to what we were, but I also know we'll be just fine even if we happen to meet ever again! Yours, A nobody now.