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[[ goodnight ]] . today, i took a leap into nothingness into eternal stasis where i can be freedom, a journey with no destination. i quietly whisper to my lover, goodnight, and see you again. we will meet on the other side. my legs tremble at the edges of…
[[ goodnight ]] . today, i took a leap into nothingness into eternal stasis where i can be freedom, a journey with no destination. i quietly whisper to my lover, goodnight, and see you again. we will meet on the other side. my legs tremble at the edges of the railings of the bridge i used to admire when i was young and how the lights adorning this bridge would flicker glowing like million fireflies. the vibration of the train passing beneath reminds me the sense of feeling i would never feel if i choose to take one step to the beyond. so when i jump, would you be there to catch me? or would you be waiting for me on the other side. i wonder if you are traveling to somewhere. i wonder if i can reach to you. Like the fishes that can’t breathe under water, the birds that can’t ride well enough with the wind, i am a human who doesn’t know how to live anymore. so i jump, feeling the cold creeping into my heart burning sensation in my lungs, slowly, my body turns into ash my memories turn to dust i continue to aim for the other side to see you once again, my love. as i feel my soul slowly fading away, i question why i lived a life if i was meant to die? i question again, was it the best thing to do? but, i want this to end. i want my pain to end. poems with ‘i’ ruin me. it is where i come clean, it is where i die. as the moon wavers faintly onto the dark waters, rippling effect like fire under water, like the eyes of a salamander. the calm makes me smile as i let it consume me, to take me to beyond the boundary. — goodnight. when I reach to you, kiss my pain away, but if i fall back to earth catch me. — I don’t want to live without you. . . ankita || @the.nihilistic.writer ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ . . . . tags: . #poets #poemsporn #instapoetry #poemsofig #igpoets #depressionpoems #writerscommunity #writerscorner #poetrycommunity #indianwriters #writersofindia #writersofig #poetsofig #writersofinstagram #writerslife #orginalpoetry #writeups #poetryforthesoul #poetry #poetryisnotdead #globalpoetcult #poetrygram #creativewriting #poetryoftheday #poemsforhim #poemsforher
An Astronaut At Heart . This is probably the last that I speak of her. I came across her just a couple of months ago. And, I do have a crush on her. I do like her. But, this is as far as it goes. . There are no happy endings. . Art Credits: Pinterest . #lifequote…
An Astronaut At Heart . This is probably the last that I speak of her. I came across her just a couple of months ago. And, I do have a crush on her. I do like her. But, this is as far as it goes. . There are no happy endings. . Art Credits: Pinterest . #lifequote #motivationalquotes #quote #writersofinstagram #writersofig #poets #poet #writersnetwork #writer #her #writers #poemas #writersofindia #quotes #poems #poetry #poema #quoteoftheday #lifequotes #write #moments #writerslife #poemsporn #poem #poemsofinstagram #moment #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poeta #writerscommunity
Lets just take it day by day and not care much about the fancy promises. 🙂✨
Let's just take it day by day and not care much about the fancy promises. 🙂✨
Do you remember nights the sky would tear into two, stardust falling on our lips, while we melted gold with our tongues. Nights, when the stars would break open, raining velvety drops of periwinkle poetry, each one bursting open mid-air, and falling down,…
Do you remember nights the sky would tear into two, stardust falling on our lips, while we melted gold with our tongues. Nights, when the stars would break open, raining velvety drops of periwinkle poetry, each one bursting open mid-air, and falling down, lying there like little ellipses, in different shades of love. Nights, when poetry would bloom on the inside of my wrists, while your voice composed songs of the sirens in the hollows above my collarbones. Nights, when you would compare the magic in my eyes to the aurora borealis, while the hum of your fingertips would ignite me, like fractured light bulbs strung on the inside of my skin. Do you remember the nights, when insanity would lie at our feet like unwrapped gold. Nights, when we wanted to be the sky. Nights, where possibility was the air we would breathe. Memories of these nights, they leave, and they stay. -Rupali Jeganathan ( @missbookthief) Photo: Mischelle Moy ( @lilmisch)
You never know where to go. You keep wandering where u seek where you will find it. You always think that its got to be somewhere where you never imagined. Bt its never too late to actually find the right corner... of happiness. __________________________________________________…
You never know where to go. You keep wandering where u seek where you will find it. You always think that it's got to be somewhere where you never imagined. Bt its never too late to actually find the right corner... of happiness. __________________________________________________ #acenotion
Alchemy #dillonwithit
Let me tell you something. This I learned from experience. This is gold. When you’re been through a tremendous amount of pain, emotional, and psychological battles; you will learn that you are stronger than you think you are. You will find yourself shouting,…
Let me tell you something. This I learned from experience. This is gold. When you’re been through a tremendous amount of pain, emotional, and psychological battles; you will learn that you are stronger than you think you are. You will find yourself shouting, ‘keep it coming’. And it will really rain on your parade. There is power after standing through the test of time. In you, you will find the strength and courage to face challenges head on because you know how it feels to be there. You would never wish to go down the path of suffering and you will understand that you are in control. There is power in getting your beaten up a lot of times and getting back on the game more than you could imagine. Knees wounded, stands through the test of time. I kid you not, there is no triumph better than winning your battles after countless losses. #poetry #poetsofig #poetsofinsta #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetrycommunityofig #poetrycommunityofinsta #poetrycommunityofinstagram #poetsociety #poetsocietyofig #poetsocietyofinsta #poetsocietyofnstagram #poetryclub #poetryclubofig #poetryclubofinsta #poetryclubofinstagram #poemsofinstagram #poems #poemsporn #whatiwrote #whatiwrotetoday #poetryaccount #writersblock #motivationalquotes #motivation #healing #healingquotes
Poem | Adhya Manocha (@adhyamanocha03) | The First Poem The first poem I wrote was not in that summer when we met for the first time on that bright sunny day, When I shared all my shine with you and soaked all your dullness within. The first poem I wrote…
Poem | Adhya Manocha ( @adhyamanocha03) | The First Poem The first poem I wrote was not in that summer when we met for the first time on that bright sunny day, When I shared all my shine with you and soaked all your dullness within. The first poem I wrote was not when we were together, When we talked with our eyes and hearts, When silence was our favourite word. I didn't write because all I wanted was you, Giving all I had to you. I wanted to feel the vulnerability of love in the arms where I felt the safest. I just wanted us, only us. The first poem I wrote was not on that rainy day when you hit me, Gifting me bruises which will stay, Stay forever in the form of vicious memories, Echoing your presence. Maybe at that time, I didn't write because I wanted to feel that malady, The pain which you gifted me as a reward for all my love. I didn't want to part with it changing it into mere words, Words which will later mock me. I was always happy with you, Your touch, your love, your gifts, Your bruises, even your brutality. The first poem I wrote was not even on that cold the melancholy night when you left me, Taking me away from me with you. Leaving just a few fragments for me to recollect, To shatter once again. The first poem I wrote was not even in autumn when I felt like that old tree, Shedding its leaves slowly and slowly, Surrendering all of it to the sand beneath from which it's rooted grow. Hoping that one day someone will come again, Water the tree, make it green. I forgot that my roots were you and you had already left a long time back. But still, I continued hoping, Believing in my love for you. The first poem I wrote was not even in that spring when I was all alone. When somebody came bringing me back for me, Bringing my smile back for me, Bringing that heart to join my fragments, Bringing my life back for me. But what did I do? I played with his heart, To fill mine with love again. I used him, I used him to become me again. And then, left him, Just like you left, Leaving with a few fragments. I left him hoping that one day you will come back, Come back bringing my pieces back, Come back to love me.
I know honey ! That You know me better. You know about my skipped heartbeats, About how does my soul flutter, How I feel shy when youre around, How i passionately sit by phone, And wait for that custom notification sound, You know me enough and enough I…
I know honey ! That You know me better. You know about my skipped heartbeats, About how does my soul flutter, How I feel shy when you're around, How i passionately sit by phone, And wait for that custom notification sound, You know me enough and enough I say, Don't ask my rage and agony to act out this way, Five minutes more and I could have stabbed you with words I swear, I know very well you care, I know very well you have my heart to stare, And yes you were right, Tears were there in my eye, But as soon as I saw my phone vibrating, I smiled, my mood changed, And heartbeats were exhilarating, I know you can feel me, You can feel my smile too, But honey ! I request not to provoke me out, Even out of fun, For I know I'll hurt you ! No doubt ! -Anjiii #poemsporn #poetry #lovequote #lovepoetry #love #him Read my thoughts on @YourQuoteApp #yourquote #quote #stories #qotd #quoteoftheday #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub #invisalign #spilledink #spilledthoughts #ily #loveyourself
Chalo aaj kuch bada karta hu..... Holika dehan me humari yaadien bhi Jala deta hu..... . Bhul jaata hu saare lamhe humare..... Inn rango ki tarah humare rishte ko bhi hawa me uda deta hu..... . . . . Written by @hemantkumar10319 . . . . . . . . . . . . .…
Chalo aaj kuch bada karta hu..... Holika dehan me humari yaadien bhi Jala deta hu..... . Bhul jaata hu saare lamhe humare..... Inn rango ki tarah humare rishte ko bhi hawa me uda deta hu..... . . . . Written by @hemantkumar10319 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #shadesofwriting #poetsofinstagram #poemsporn #poetsofindia #poetsociety #poetscorner #aawaara_hoon_ #poetsofig #igpoets #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #writers #writersofig #igwriter #writersnetwork #writers_den #hindipoetry #hindishayari #shayarioftheday #loveshayari #dilkishayari #shayariworld #shayariquotes #thescriptedshayari #two_line_thoughts #beyondthoughtshindi #beyondtalks #hindiwriters
If I am being super super honest it’s not even the fact of not being trusting it’s more of where would I even make the time? Or if I even want to and I really don’t haha I have a demanding full time job I am a parent it doesn’t seem possible at this stage…
If I am being super super honest it’s not even the fact of not being trusting it’s more of where would I even make the time? Or if I even want to and I really don’t haha I have a demanding full time job I am a parent it doesn’t seem possible at this stage of my life my time not matter the amount is too valuable to waste on people I am not committed to in any way #relationshiptruth . . . . . . #trust #liars #poetryofinstagram #igpoet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #poetryclub #brownskin #brownskinbeauty #poets #poetry #fatpositive #poemsofinstagram #spiritedaway #inkedgirls #effyourbeautystandards #poetrycollection #mywords #bodypositive #bopo # #goodvibess #poetryislife #poemsporn #selflove #selfacceptance
Folly and Persistence. #actaeonpoetry
One of the major reasons for more and more people falling into the pit of depression is that we tend to forget how to appreciate what we have in life and how many beautiful people we have met on our journey till now. If we take time out to remember the beauty…
One of the major reasons for more and more people falling into the pit of depression is that we tend to forget how to appreciate what we have in life and how many beautiful people we have met on our journey till now. If we take time out to remember the beauty that life has had for us till now, everything will start to be serene again. #spilledink #runawaywriters #poems #poemsofinstagram #poemsofig #poets #poetsofinstagram #authors #wordsmith #monsoon #goodvibes #writersblock #wordswithqueens #poemsporn #poetryhive #instapoetry #wordporn #quotes #quoteoftheday #lovepoems #love #unrequited #writerscommunity #poetic #poeticquotes #wordsofwisdom #philophobia #sapiosexual #writing #quotestoliveby
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Happy holi to all of you... May colours bring joy and happiness in everyone s life. For the dreams I laid beneath your thousand wishes For your goals I pursued you folded were wings wrapped and hidden let me flutter and shuffle them for something anew Is…
Happy holi to all of you... May colours bring joy and happiness in everyone 's life. For the dreams I laid beneath your thousand wishes For your goals I pursued you folded were wings wrapped and hidden let me flutter and shuffle them for something anew Is your sky different than mine is your path away from mine I still hold your hand in darkness untill appears the horizon when you reach. ©soumya #portraitphotography #poeticjustice #poetsofinstagram #poemsporn #poetsofig #poems #writerscommunity #writersofinsta #writersofig #writings #writersofinstagram #people #life #holi #earth_portraits
//Zindagi ko jeena seekhiye sehna nahi! //⁣ ⁣ According to me, the true meaning of life is to explore yourself to the fullest. One should focus on their talents and try to turn their talent into their career.⁣ ⁣ Inframe: ⁣@hiteshpamnani31 ⁣ Comment ❤️ if…
//Zindagi ko jeena seekhiye sehna nahi! //⁣ ⁣ According to me, the true meaning of life is to explore yourself to the fullest. One should focus on their talents and try to turn their talent into their career.⁣ ⁣ Inframe: ⁣ @hiteshpamnani31 ⁣ Comment "❤️" if you believe in yourself!!! ⁣ #stories #life #live #dreams #talent #explore #passsion #learn #believe #findyourself #solace #solitude #write #poetry #vent #poemsporn #storiesworthsharing #sws #swsmadhyapradesh #bhopal #indore #gwalior #madhyapradesh⁣⁣ #storiesws #ujjain #storiesofmp #musafir #zindgi #instagram
Commuting Topic: An alteration in behavior will change an opportunity from a door or a window. How open am I?
Commuting Topic: An alteration in behavior will change an opportunity from a door or a window. How open am I?
Memory. #actaeonpoetry
⚠TRIGGER WARNING, LOSS OF A LOVED ONE⚠ Miss you so much loves, just lots going on with my health and not up to much of anything. I just wanted to share a few words I wrote last night after a nightmare about my mom. Im tormented by her death every day, even…
⚠TRIGGER WARNING, LOSS OF A LOVED ONE⚠ Miss you so much loves, just lots going on with my health and not up to much of anything. I just wanted to share a few words I wrote last night after a nightmare about my mom. I'm tormented by her death every day, even though it's almost 3 years later. Her birthday is in a few days, and my heart breaks doubly so when her birthday comes around. I'm only sharing this, one of the most personal things in my life, to maybe help someone else, maybe you, to escape from a guilt so heavy you won't know how to escape it's wrath. My mother called me on September 5, 2015, I'm sure to wish me a happy birthday which is on the 6th, but she and I had a fight a week before, and i had been recently separated from my husband, and I didn't feel like talking to her, so I ignored the call. She was dead 36 hours later. She had injured herself by falling into a glass table at my folks house in Florida. She was alone bc my dad was here closing up my childhood home for the winter. (She was very ill, my whole life, fibromyalgia, ulcerative colitis, colostomy, and more than I can write). But she was gone from me, at 7:20 am on September 7. Her heart died. Her poor little body couldn't handle anymore pain, her heart stopped. Yes, I've had counseling for this since. I know I'm not responsible for my mother's death, and neither was the fall, it was her health and all the medications finally put her down with a heart attack, but that doesn't change the fact I didn't answer that call. I could've told her one more time how much I loved her, one more time to tell her I want her to make me pasta, one more time to laugh together as mother and daughter, one more time to tell her how proud I was to have a mother with such strength, one more time for everything. Counseling is a godsend, and I SHOULDN'T feel guilt for not answering the phone. You can take some advice from me if you like, the $20 bucks that cousin junior owes you, or a scene that breaks out at thanksgiving dinner, are not reasons to quarrel. We all do it, every fucking day, because we know those people will still be here tomorrow. But that's the catch, they may not be, (continued below)..
Happy Birthday, @c.c.kawaii! Surprise! A poem requested by your amazing sister, @lyrica_reed! Your art is so cute and beautiful, and I love your writing on the comic “Heaven and Hell” (check out Lyrica’s page for the link). Thank you for being such a sweet…
Happy Birthday, @c.c.kawaii! Surprise! A poem requested by your amazing sister, @lyrica_reed! Your art is so cute and beautiful, and I love your writing on the comic “Heaven and Hell” (check out Lyrica’s page for the link). Thank you for being such a sweet sister and I hope you have an amazing day. If you haven’t already, check out her account and give her plenty of love and birthday wishes. And thank you for letting me write this for you, Lyrica. I was happy to do it. And again, Happy Birthday C.C! ✌️🥳💛💛🧁🧁🍰🍰🎂🎂🛍🛍🎁🎁🎀🎀🎏🎏🎈🎈🎊🎊🎉🎉 Please don’t repost or use without crediting us. #poetrybyme #poetryisalive #poetryislove #poetryisart #poetryislife #poetryisnotdead #poems #poem #poemsofinstagram #poemsporn #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryporn #poetryofinstagram #writingcommunity #poemoftheday #happybirthday #happybirthday🎂 #happybirthdaylove
I often walk with my eyes glued to the sky with everything appearing and disappearing, towers of boxes we call homes sprouting from its abyss, and a lonely branch with one yellowed leaf dipping into its vastness, I often sing a song, an ode to the sky for…
I often walk with my eyes glued to the sky with everything appearing and disappearing, towers of boxes we call homes sprouting from its abyss, and a lonely branch with one yellowed leaf dipping into its vastness, I often sing a song, an ode to the sky for how must it feel to have things seeming to move towards it but never reaching never touching, the gaps never filling, dear sky, I sing, it all goes, you know don't you, it all just goes. I look at the flowers mulberry and mustard crimson and clover daisy and ivory passing one after the other, I glance at them and the more I want to behold the more they slip from my memory, they run away from my closed eyelids, they sing back to me, that's how flowers fly, we are not to be carried only looked at and forgotten, but I want to paint the colour palette I see of them at the back of my hand but that's how flowers breathe only dreamt of and never held. Sunday afternoon, my white papers painted tawny brown with sunlight beaming through the pores of my little window, I hear a man sing, he sells earthen pots roses, marigolds, lilies, that afternoon, he sang of jasmine, I ran and touched its feathery petals and I dreamt of it in my room, I dreamt of me caressing, putting it to sleep and look at it vacantly through nights, I'll bury my little secrets and jasmine will turn them to flowers and fragrance, as he sang again of the pot, my dream broke. I've seen too many precious tender little things being kept in little corners of vast rooms, abandoned, falling into their own demise. I held the broken dream and thought of the blue canvas, of everything appearing and disappearing, of flowers and the palettes. I will rather sing from afar to the sky, the flowers I can never feel close in my veins than mourn heavily for one more life abandoned in one more corner of my own home. I'll sing the song for the gaps that never fill, the leaving that never leaves, the arrival that never comes than sing for the jasmine I will own that will turn into a corpse in my own little corner. ~ P