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duskademics · 9 days ago
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no caption here. Wanna add? Go ahead!!!!!! . . . . Follow @duskademics Follow @duskademics . . . . #darkacademia #darkacademiaaesthetic #darkacademiabooks #lightacademiaaesthetic #lightacademia #chaoticacademia #poemoftheday #prosepoetry #tumblr #tumblraesthetic #tumblrquotes #tumblrposts #tumblrtextpost #tumblrtextposts #tumblrboy #ancienthistory #edgarallanpoe #shakespeare #oscarwilde #emilydickinson #johnkeats #ancientgreece #donnatartt #janeausten #literature #classicliterature #literaturequotes #academiaaesthetic #deadpoetssociety #deadpoetsociety (at Edinburgh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CP0iIV2pcNo/?utm_medium=tumblr
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hallofsidney · 22 days ago
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I often think of your question: when the sun goes to bed, is anyone there to tell it a story? - - - - - #hallofsidney #sidneyhallpoetry #sidneyhall #childhoodmemories #childhoodedit #musingsofwriters #inmyhead #poetrygrams #literature #wordporn #quotesandnotes #wordsmithing #poetryporn #poetrycommunity #prosepoetry #creativewriting #curiousmindswanttoknow #writerscommunity #instapoemas #thecompletequotes #writersflare #deepthoughts #thoughtprovokingquestions #pentupthoughts #pennedwords #cosmosofwriters #yellowpenguinnyc #poetryinmotion #poetryrise #worldsofyou https://www.instagram.com/p/CPThBaOleCs/?utm_medium=tumblr
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blanche-page · a month ago
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Poème pour M #533
Et si ma main comme un aimant prenait ta main d'amant aimant pour un nouvel envol... Tes doigts enlaceraient-ils mes doigts ? Comprendrais-tu l'émoi en moi ? Le ressentirais-tu ?
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blanche-page · a month ago
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Poème pour M #532
Assise, mes deux mains volubiles, et la plus immobile possible, luttant pour ne pas te toucher... Je reste sur le fil de mes désirs terribles impossibles à calmer. Peux-tu me voir trembler ? Je t'encre indélébile sous mes cils étoilés et en moi l'Infini a le souffle coupé. Je regarde tes lèvres, leurs mouvements subtils, je bois l'accent viril de tes mots insensés et la tête me tourne, je voudrais t'embrasser, me baigner de ta bouche et prendre en un baiser tout le miel du délice et de la volupté.
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blanche-page · a month ago
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Poème pour M #530
Tout au bord de l'abysse vertigineux de mes émotions les plus absolues, tu vacilles, indécis. Vas-tu t'y perdre ? Abandonner un bout de toi ? Ton âme appelle l'indicible union de nos sens où ton ego a peur de succomber... Et moi, assise au creux de ton désir, je me souviens l'instant sacré où nos visages s'effleuraient dans l'oubli de ce qui n'était pas nous... Fondus l'un en l'autre nos êtres n'étaient plus qu'universel et je me souviens que le ciel s'ouvrait pour nous, illuminés.
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kidgillis · a month ago
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What did we truly lose by losing ourselves? I often ask myself this question. I've sacrificed alot, including myself, in order to do some self reflecting. Yet, it's hard to grasp the image I see when I stare into these mirrors. I'd love to say they're illusions and distortions of myself but, I came to realize this unrecognizable person is truly me. I used to believe I was a mirror in the lives of others, reflecting who they are. I speak into them and show them a vision they haven't saw. They'd be amazed and I'd see the sparks. Rekindling flames within their darken souls. The lights would come on and I knew they'd find their way back home. I believed it. I hoped for it. I prayed for them, maybe even more than I prayed for myself. I swore that as long as I was helping others, I too, would be helping myself. I built others up around me while I was torn down from the inside, out. The same bricks I took away from the unbearable weight others carried, I held onto in my own life while building walls to keep my loved ones out. I had gray days and black thoughts. I had silent screams of torture and loud whispers of encouragement. I had family, friends and a lover who adored me but, I felt alone within head. The heart that loved hard, that devoted their ever beat to others, and sacrificed the world to gain a piece of heaven...lost everything just trying to numb the pain of an experience never had but thought of, a person that came and gone without a word, a false perception of reality and a faulted perspective of love because of abandonment, rejection, and fear. I always go back to the day that I walked away and swore I was doing right by you. How I promised myself before I hurt someone, out of love, I'd leave because I'd never want to do to them what someone else had done to me. But, like most unresolved issues and unrestrained emotion, everything went to shit because I ruined - you, me, us. By allowing us to fall, to open ourselves to love, and then force such a loss towards what we both wanted the most...we lost ourselves and each other in the midst. But, if I'm being honest...I was already lost, I just didn't know how much denial I was in, until you showed me what true love was, my friend. I took a hard look in the mirror just to realize my heart could still beat the sweet melody of love and forgiveness while bleeding from the wickedest form of guilt, shame, and betrayal. So, we really lost everything. To gain the very thing we needed the most - anything we desired outside of our selves. You gained your freedom to be, you. As for me, I gained nothing but, myself.
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hczhen · a month ago
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</3 . . . . . . . #prosepoetry #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poetrycommunity #guilty #sad #helpless https://www.instagram.com/p/COibm-9FaWp/?igshid=19s1bm53iyohq
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kishorkumar559 · a month ago
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. . . . etry #poetrybook #streetpoetry #instapoetry #poetryloving #poetryinmotion #spokenwordpoetry #poet #poetryslam #writing #poetry #typewriterpoetry #visualpoetry #writer #slampoetry #poetryofinstagram #micropoetry #urdupoetry #prosepoetry #dailypoetry #poetrylovers #poetryporn #poetryselfie #poetryislife#urduwrites📘🔥 #urduwrites💯❤️👌 #urduwritesofficial #urduwrites💯❤️👌🏻 https://www.instagram.com/p/COeYSzRDB4F/?igshid=tizrez88eqej
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yesimmortalspiritblog · a month ago
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Snippet from one of my manuscripts in caption. I been working on this particular manuscript and came across a prose I wrote years earlier. It was during a time I was learning about divinity, and my heart was shattered and spirit broken. It was a staggering time of synchronicity. I thought it would be a blessing to share a tiny portion of it as we face upcoming challenges on Earth. I hope you are touched. It touched me all over again. Cheers!🙏🥂🌹 ~ Snippet from manuscript ~ My heart and soul has been saddened, crushed, battered, dead and resurrected. I spiral into the deepest of darkness, At the empty tomb, He has risen through the sovereignty of light. His light fills me with the comfort of safety. He smiles upon my saddened face and brings peace to this lonely place. As I am left behind to walk among a saddened land, I fear not in what is to come. His warmth engulfs my heart and wraps my soul with the royal cape of comfort. Faith cannot be taught, she simply is and cannot be bought. I look inside and see me, I know He is all of me. Hearts beat as one. He shows me I am the clone to the only one Who never leaves me all alone. If I have a bone to pick, I remember, He heals the sick... 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 Author ~ Lorenza Palomino @godzillionloveandlight . . . #snippets #manuscript #prose #proseofwisdom #prosepoetry #shatteredheart💔 #brokenheart #shatteredheart #brokensoul #shatteredsoul #batteredhearts #sadfaces #saddened #saddenedhearts #saddenedsoul #batteredsoul #crymetosleep #wakemefromsleep #awakend #awakenedpoet #diviniy #divinityawakes #restoredspirit #restoredhearts #resurrected #resurrectionofheart #resurrectionofsoul #resurrection #poetryforthesoul🌸 #poetryofheart❤ (at At the empty tomb, HE IS RISEN!) https://www.instagram.com/p/CN-bIPRFQRF/?igshid=29pwq1xfr854
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disruptivebychoice · 2 months ago
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4/13/2021
Whispering from the quiet parts of my mind I hear the truth, or what can only be the reasonable explanation for this tragedy. This isn’t a normal one at that either, it’s far more complex. I’d compare it to a lover but as I, where the windows of the soul were opened and tried, a war was had and I gave it everything; every part of me until I lost the person I was entirely. Like I became this different person, transforming into another human because all I could do was love but it wasn’t for me, it was to be against me. To never be okay, because breathing was only for the concept of breathing, to stay alive but holding onto my breath to survive because the pain is that sickening. So, I leave it to the monsters that I’ve kept hid inside to devour it over time, it hurts and feels like I’m being taken over by the haunting and a ghost appears for flashes at a time, like on a lens where a video is taken and you see just a ray of white, a passing of smoke or darkness and it flashes, only to leave quickly because the burden of understanding something like the paranormal within myself would darken the light I’ve held onto; it would mean there’s something else that resides, that lives and has created a home in my mind as if it were theirs to claim… but then I realize I’ve given these monsters the life as they fed. I couldn’t admit it, rather I didn’t want to admit the reality of what I know… the belief that an inner being, another human could be inside of me, and be so manipulative, so wrong and daunting causing physical pains and sensations that had me begging, pleading, screaming…. To the point of threatening, threatening myself with self harm until the day I actually tried it. It relieved the craving to feel something that only I caused physically to myself, rather than what caused me physicality’s I’d rather not get into. I no longer feel desire to do this, maybe because now I know that pain is pain no matter how it plays out and its just not worth blood that stains.
What I find as the saddest part, is that I’m still trying to cover up who this really is about, comparing it to a lover and a ghost that is both me at the same time, but isn’t… instead is exactly the way I’ve worded it in the literal sense, not just as a metaphorical lover, but a real one that now haunts my dreams as the ghost that resides alongside me. And again, I think about typing his name, but that would be more damaging than just trying to forget; proceeding to pretend that it’s me who’s deserving of regret.
Instead of just realizing the harshness of how parts of him became me and still cause disruption plainly, so I tell myself as if it were and has only been me this entire time. Even still. Because life continues to try me and try me again as if I’m standing on trial and he’s set as the only participator in a jury. Dictating whether what it is I do is wrong or right, or telling me to change, or blatantly telling me I’m not a woman, and I’ll never amount. So, I make the issue seem simplistic, shaming who I am instead of who I loved. But it was him and it has been all along. He maintains this monstrosity to the deepest parts of me, and I still mask it claiming it as a comparison to someone I once loved as if it weren’t the truth… but misfortune knows it is.  
I call him, him… the him I neglect since letters of his name can’t seem to find this page. I’ve dealt with this process through ways of retreat as I pull back tears and live presently. Reminding myself constantly what it is I am doing right this second, not a minute before or what I will do later; at least I try to. It reminds me where I am, that I’m safe and that I’m here. It’s the only way I know how to accept what is in a slow manner, where thoughts are lingering, but not quite shoved to the surface because I have to do this quietly. I have to understand what is actually the disguise by acknowledging it, but brushing it away as imagination because it’s easier that way, and the rather is too much. So maybe, emotionally numbing is called a crutch, but maybe it’s saved my life from where I could have gone. I won’t lie, I know more than I admit, I play dumb to myself, and I literally mean myself now. It’s not that I do this to be someone I’m not, it means I know my limits. I used to claim the limitless concept as my own, that no one could bring me down or hurt me, but I’ve been hurt and I’m still hurting. It doesn’t mean I’m incapable or trying to be someone I’m not, it just means that sometimes being me is too much. I feel more than others, insanity’s role takes its toll on me every day in a new way; and I find myself exhausted at 6 pm because I’m tired of pulling out the light within me that keeps me breathing, because without it there is no air I want to breath. Numbing might be a crutch, but it saves me slowly, quickly, and sometimes at a moment’s notice from losing my light entirely. I think it’s called faith, this feeling of having the courage to carry on when everything explains to me its best to run. I want to, but I fight. Because if I don’t fight, I lose it all… I lose my light.
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daniliyaa · 2 months ago
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You hate me because I love myself
Unlike you I got self love.
Unlike you I don’t sit around wanting to be accepted.
Unlike you I know my self worth I don’t need a crowd or to act like I bully to make myself feel better.
You can say anything you want about me speak on my success but you will never ever be me.
You won’t ever live my life.
Not everyone deserves to be in your life ! Stay true to yourself
No ones opinion matters but your OWN stop wasting your energy in pointless conflicts.
Do not let them get to you especially they cannot even fully explain their problem with you.
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