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sleepy-academia · 3 months

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the night is still. the moths that left your hands long ago are somewhere, singing to the stars -- and you're here. your fingers are dry and cracked from disinfectant, but nothing more. between the dirty dishes and the buzzing kitchen lights you pluck invisible strings to the melody stirring the air, through the phone speaker on the counter.

you don't even hear the words at first. there's a soundtrack for everything if you let there be, and tonight your hand slips in the suds -- in the lyricist's lilt about love there's a smirk, a lightness, an ease to it all -- a mockery, surely, to hearts that fall into tempests over these things --

the boiling water in this faucet's not for her but for your unsteady hands, who once read of penelope and now weave you into tapestries for the moths who will never return.

you admit that night, on the cold tile floor as perhaps even penelope did once -- you would prick your cracked fingers on the threads again if only for a ship on the horizon, a wing on the window.

but they seek kitchen lights that don't buzz themselves sick in their duty. they seek air unstirred in their dissonance. they seek smooth stone to bounce, just once, off of the waves, and leave no footprints in the foam. they seek dishes done well before night. they seek someone who would let the night be still.

and you are here -- born of the sea foam and of the threadbare mourning shrouds and of the fireflies, flickering beneath the luminous moon, in the all-consuming night.

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lokoja · 1 year

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Beef (2023)

#spoken #Beef

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narwa · 1 year

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z okazji dnia języka własnego chcę się podzielić wyrażeniem "to moja ostatnia rurka" zamiast "its my last straw". sądzę że więcej ludzi powinno go używać.

#moja ostatnia rurka #polishcore #spoken

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se-07spaceoreos · 6 months

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I put the L in LGBTQ+ but I’m not a lesbian, I just take a lot of loses.

#speaking #spoken #fumbled #lgbtq #I am indeed a homo tho #bum dum tisss 🥁

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izogod · 2 years

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sketchbook 15.04.2022 - 07.08.2022

#my art #cats #this is my friends friends cat and shes so cute #queue #spoken #pencil

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 4 months

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The Call of Jeremiah

These are the words of Jeremiah son of Hilkiah, one of the priests in Anathoth in the territory of Benjamin.

The word of the LORD came to Jeremiah in the thirteenth year of the reign of Josiah son of Amon king of Judah, and through the days of Jehoiakim son of Josiah king of Judah, until the fifth month of the eleventh year of Zedekiah son of Josiah king of Judah, when the people of Jerusalem went into exile.

The word of the LORD came to me, saying:

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

“Ah, Lord GOD,” I said, “I surely do not know how to speak, for I am only a child!”

But the LORD told me:

“Do not say, ‘I am only a child.’ For to everyone I send you, you must go, and all that I command you, you must speak. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to deliver you,” declares the LORD.

Then the LORD reached out His hand, touched my mouth, and said to me:

“Behold, I have put My words in your mouth. See, I have appointed you today over nations and kingdoms to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and plant.”

And the word of the LORD came to me, asking, “Jeremiah, what do you see?”

“I see a branch of an almond tree,” I replied.

“You have observed correctly,” said the LORD, “for I am watching over My word to accomplish it.”

Again the word of the LORD came to me, asking, “What do you see?”

“I see a boiling pot,” I replied, “and it is tilting toward us from the north.”

Then the LORD said to me, “Disaster from the north will be poured out on all who live in the land. For I am about to summon all the clans and kingdoms of the north,” declares the LORD.

“Their kings will come and set up their thrones at the entrance of the gates of Jerusalem. They will attack all her surrounding walls and all the other cities of Judah. I will pronounce My judgments against them for all their wickedness, because they have forsaken Me to burn incense to other gods and to worship the works of their own hands.

Get yourself ready. Stand up and tell them everything that I command you. Do not be intimidated by them, or I will terrify you before them. Now behold, this day I have made you like a fortified city, an iron pillar, and bronze walls against the whole land—against the kings of Judah, its officials, its priests, and the people of the land. They will fight against you but will never overcome you, since I am with you to deliver you,” declares the LORD. — Jeremiah 1 | The Reader’s Bible (BRB) The Reader’s Bible © 2020 by Bible Hub and Berean.Bible. All rights Reserved. Cross References: Genesis 30:37; Exodus 3:12; Exodus 4:10,11-12; Exodus 6:12; Numbers 14:9; Numbers 22:20; Deuteronomy 28:20; 1 Kings 3:7; 1 Kings 13:2; 1 Kings 18:46; 2 Kings 1:15; 2 Kings 21:18; 2 Kings 23:34; 2 Kings 24:17; Psalm 129:2; Isaiah 14:31; Isaiah 22:7; Isaiah 41:25; Jeremiah 4:6; Jeremiah 6:27; Jeremiah 24:3; Jeremiah 31:28; Ezekiel 11:3; Ezekiel 11:7; Matthew 2:17; Matthew 16:14; Mark 7:33; Luke 1:15; John 10:36; Acts 26:17; 2 Corinthians 10:4; Revelation 3:12; Revelation 9:20; Revelation 11:3

#Jeremiah chosen #prophet #God #God's words #God's message #spoken #judgment through the Babylonians #destruction #Judah #Jerusalem #Jeremiah 1 #Book of Jeremiah #Old Testament #BRB #The Reader's Bible #Bible Hub #Berean Reader's Bible

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letolgatellyouastory · 1 month

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(Olga Gonzalez Latapi)

#SoundCloud #music #Olga Gonzalez Latapi #Poetry #People #Power #Spoken #soundcloud

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wiirocku · 8 months

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Hosea 12:10 (KJV) - I have also spoken by the prophets, and I have multiplied visions, and used similitudes, by the ministry of the prophets.

#Hosea 12:10 #spoken #prophets #multiplied #visions #similitudes #ministry #scripture

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ladymacpech · 7 months

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@taylorswift went to the VMAS with a fuck-ass-mullet and not a care in the world. Good for her.

#spoken #taylor swift #vmas 2023 #mtv vmas #swifties

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flame-in-the-wind · 9 months

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#photooftheday #me #tumblr girl #amore #Rin #mycat #love #la mia vita #haikyuu #manga #spoken #shiratorizawa #saturday #divano #leggere #passioni #dormire #compagnia #happiness #pace dei sensi

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sleepy-academia · 1 month

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i coax myself into the greens of march where everything grows new and when that doesn’t work i turn to september where it all dies in red

but i can’t deny my birth in the blues of january.

i resented this color, at first. it’s all stained, it’s worn out – it’s too old and has been around too long. the past is carried with me on the shoulders of each worn-out, navy sweater, even the ones that are brand new. the fog persists in my mind like it never stopped raining. memories i want to let go are woven in each cloud.

blue was a vintage phone, too old to hold onto, too worn to even ring in tune. not even the rust on it could mean something – and yet i couldn’t let it go. i tried taking deep breaths, counting to five but no matter the color of the kelp or the first that swam by, i was submerged.

so i tried being something different.

when i left my hometown i walked ‘round the calendar months, trying on new hues. i spread myself thin like post-climate-change snow and waited for something new to happen. the blue that i knew — the blue that i was — was too stained. i had to get away from it.

and yet, after each night, i awoke, and the sun would rise again. i’d squint and it would glare right back, the sky the same blue as it was in january, i looked out the window and knew –

blue has always been my color. it would coat me, back home, in the notebooks my mom and i chose for middle school, the themes of my poorly-managed writing blogs, even the hair dye i wanted when i was fourteen. (it was probably good that i didn’t use that).

even before i was born, my dad spent hours in a buy-buy-baby parking lot, shivering and fumbling with my booster seat. and when i came, my lolo and lola stared at blue sky, blue sea, flying in a plane that couldn’t move fast enough. my tita drove through blue road signs, armed with pots of warm rice and ulam to take to my mom in the hospital.

blue holds my past, but not all of it is cold. there are stories hidden in the cracked hands that built my days — and there are people waiting for me to come home. me and all my blue.

i am myself – i am helplessly myself – i am still myself —

i am still here because even in january when the sky turns to rust the sun still rises

my canvas remembers every mark and my page every word my fabric remembers every stain i come with the same-old warning labels, the same wash instructions, as i always have – for better and for worse

i am the same january girl – the ulam’s still warm, the planes still touch down safely, the seatbelts still click into place, and i am afloat, in the inks that stain and decorate me. i watch my chapters unfold, and the world calls for me on a phone that rings in tune.