#writeyourheartout

[goldfishkid]

Quote 31

It was incredibly lonely getting to know the world when you left.

But, darling, as the days went on I found that the moment you left was the moment my life started.

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[colesmithwrites]

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[manivillie]

We don't always recognize our love for others in the moments they are in front of us. We feel it when they are not beside us, even if it is seconds, minutes, years, or (sadly) a lifetime. ⠀ Love without longing cannot exist because it is in those moments that we learn to appreciate and deepen that love. So, when we see them again, all that space is filled with pure unadulterated joy. ⠀ Who is your reason to smile? ⠀ ⠀ #poembymanivillie #mypoeticheart #poemsbymanivillie #igpoet #spilledthoughts #poemcommunity #writeyourheartout #poetrytoronto #torontopoet https://www.instagram.com/p/CkvgiZDOouT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[inkandalchemy]

Words make me happy. Especially whimsical ones. #writeyourheartout #layers #liveyourlife (at Albuquerque, New Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce7hZoNOLyX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[beyondtheblogs]

The endgame

Buffeted by the winds of my folly’s enmity,I look around in seek of a sense of reliance.Imprudent of what lies ahead,I keep my ego unsullied and hold hands with that of mine.

“Aren’t we all eerie looking malevolent phantoms to each other?”I question the crowd,for the keen sensibility of competition spurt in our veins.

We all want to be better than who we are because we are obligated to find flaws in ourselves. Why wouldn't we? The constant fear of being mediocre chants its grimful rhythm in our heads and starts to play the music we all despise.The music of:neglect,they call it.

And so,we jostle our bones for the rest of our lives in wanting our drive towards edifying ourselves and our standard methods, to not exhaust.

The ordeal isn’t over in months or years,I reckon,my friends,but we are bound to take it to our death bed because this aspect of  life is basically fate.You're tardy like a turtle you fade in the silhouettes:you're like a snarling faced cheetah,with cocked fists as if expecting an onslaught,you are known and you are known well.

The ultimate lust and desire to excel in places with perhaps,a significant drive and determination,would limit its joy and swivel into a fraught in no time  as eventually,it all starts to become about them and the prize.

Them to know you're no imbecile,them to know you are the real deal,them to know you have the courage and the sensitivity to  stand out from all the odds with your belief and brains.

But it almost feels like people are too oblivious to understand.

The only remnants we gather for ourselves to so call “rejoice” our souls is validation.

Often,I ponder,when did it all slip away?When did our purpose become their bit of evidence?It has all ripped away from our grasps and nothing is worse than having been prohibited  from being in command of our own helm.

I would want to edit my existence and redo it enticingly.

I would want to take back the magic of doing things for my own joy and pride.

But am I late? Or have I become paranoid?

Either way,I surrender here because after all,we’re just another endgame.

#writeundertheinfluence #writeyourheartout #firstblog

[lovepeachyph]

PURPOSE

I’VE ALWAYS BELIEVED THAT THE LORD DOESN’T TAKE US TO PLACES WITHOUT A REASON/PURPOSE.

I always always miss my family.

But there are days I miss them even more it feels like a sharp pain in the heart.

And today is one of them days…

When feelings becomes overwhelmingly difficult to bear, what do you do to cope?

I find that sitting still, conversing with the Lord calms my heart. When my heart feels pain, I talk to Him. Being in complete surrender, lifting everything up, and having a heart of praise and worship despite of what I’m feeling not only calms me, it is where I encounter Him deeper.

Soon I know I’ll be with my family.

And I can’t wait to see them in the airport.

But til then I will hold on to the Father because I know that He who promise is faithful. 💕

#peachydaily #my heart #writeyourheartout #Spotify

[mamaneedsadrank]

In order to be Numero 1, you must be Odd.

Good Day to you fine drinking folks of the various variety!

Today I am bringing this post to you from WORK. That's right. I said it. ( no dranks except of the Dansani Purified kind)

I am blogging at work. AND, do you know what? It is 100% allowed. ENCOURAGED even.

WHAT Kind of life is this!??!?

Life is Glitter.

Sparkly, Enchanting, Annoying, Messy and Unforgettable.

(I mean glitter is the Satan's Spawn of Crafts- but analogies can be hard- just like cleaning up glitter. I recommend a high powered leaf blower and doing all glitter crap crafting outdoors.)

Like glitter, life goes in directions unexpected.

So why the post of glitter, bad analogies, and urges to throw on some craptastical noise of Mariah Carey? ( #sorryMariah - Know you are still a guilty pleasure around that Holiday that-is-not-to-be-named until after The Turkey one.) Because. Because I, The Sam, lost my full time job.

Before the alarms are sounded and the, " Oh Sam, I am so sorry! " messages start transpiring on your keypad, continue reading. I normally dislike using the word I so much in writing, however to tell the tale, I must use I. Aye-Aye Captain?

Where were we? Oh right, my unemployed ass.

I am not one to ever give up on things. I am like lady John Cena of the working world...but you can see me.

Tending to be tenacious, this was one job I wasn't fit for. It wasn't the work that challenged me. It was the atmosphere, and the lack of energy. The energy stale like those saltines in your cupboard, made me turn into somewhat of stale saltine myself. I lost that sense of belonging, and hindered my Samsplosions of greatness. Becoming unrecognizable was hard. Was I really becoming just another corporate bunny? Hopping from day to day, the realization was clear. I was so unhappy. Why do we let ourselves get to that point? Pros and cons aside, I feel for all in the position.

What contorted position may that be?

Yes, that one.

The one we put ourselves in because we believe it is the only way to make ends meet, provide the bacon, and take care of loved ones. I myself believed this was the only way to provide security, and safety for my fam. Maybe its the societal and instilled values/norms that push us here, but lettuce agree that taking on a job that rots your core can be utterly exhausting to your very core.

So now what bodacious bum?

I am taking time to heal. Relearn myself a bit and figure out what I want and do for myself, and family. Right, Wrong or Indifferent- don't yuck on my yum, and remember there's no wrong way to eat a Reeses.

I continue to sit here in pure euphoric bliss as the music plays, and the soundboard glows. I am on the track to what I have always wanted.

Now it's your turn. Pull out that glitter, sprinkle that shit everywhere and leave your own marks.

Or Don't.

XO

The Sam

#goalgetter #unemployedlife #notalicensedinfluencer #johncena #glitter #mariah carey #Now I want a Reeses #beermeplease #Don't yuck the yum #yum #so many hashtags #blog post #write your story #writeyourheartout

[not-so-grown-up-kid]

Of Roses and Thorns

An Except from the Chronicles of Mr. J

(A letter to Mr. J from Ms. J)

Written by: Ms. J

I still feel this “kilig” feeling even if I know you are already taken. I wonder why there is really a hormone surge whenever you like, react to my posts, and chat. Boy, oh boy, you were the man I wanted to date. I kept my hopes up knowing that somehow all I will ever be is  just your friend. The way you made me feel is the way I want you to feel for me. 

The way you made me feel is the way you treated me. Was it all really just a friendly gesture? Or... maybe...just maybe... somehow...there is something beneath those gestures. We had a unique set of pet name! You were even the one who formulated it. It was a unique pet name suitable for a couple (or for a couple of people who have mutual understanding at least). We had moments and conversations of almost....almost...being...being there. 

I remembered the times, I constantly ignored my pursuers. I chatted with them but not the way I chatted with you! We conversed, chewed the fat, that even sleep was not a matter for sacrifice. 

When you came, my focus was entirely just set unto you that I forgot how to flirt with others. 

Somehow, I may have misread your intentions and gestures. I remember the times when people ask me, do I have a boyfriend? Gosh I waited for the time to tell them it is you. Yet here I am, telling them I never had one, ever since birth. Still wishing that I would proudly tell them you are my one and only man. 

Sometimes, I would just lie out there and wonder what if I just became this coquettish woman and flirted away just like I did before I met you. More like before I knew I was already into you. What if I said yes to those suitors and just welcomed them in! What if, I agreed to become the girlfriend of those who I flirted before. There is a part of me that questioned that whenever I think of you. A part of me that feels regret. A past I can no longer rewrite.

Along the lines, I realized though, that this is my karma. Because I was exactly this flirtatious being before I met you. Yes, I never had a boyfriend, but I had people who I just constantly flirt with and spend time with. People would often wonder if at that time I already had a boyfriend and, I would say no because all I ever did was to prolong the courting phase and tease my suitors.  

If I could talk to my past self, I would have told her to just say yes to those suitors. Say yes! Because, maybe along the way, you will truly like someone... truly like someone just like how you truly liked and loved *****. 

You know, I want to be happy for you. I want to be happy that you already have someone who would make your day lovely and great. Someone you will always look forward to be with. But, I just can’t lie to myself. Whenever the truth is slapped right into my face, I feel this bitterness deep inside of me. The one I don’t want to feel because I like you and I don’t want to be selfish just because we did not end up together. But it is there. And it stings whenever I am confronted with the truth. 

The way I still feel the “kilig” is still really profound and intense. Yet when that sting starts to prick, it penetrates and an excruciating pain follows succeeding with sleepless nights of weeping and tears. 

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[writeyourownwords]

I don't know who needs to hear this💚 #quotes #quotestagram #quoteoftheday #quotesdaily #quotestoliveby #itsokaytonotbeokay #justwriteitaway #devyanisharma #writersofinstagram #writer #writerscommunity #writings #musings #writeyourheartout #writerslife https://www.instagram.com/p/CDEJy47lXrt/?igshid=1w8xjbija3o2v

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[mahoganysilverrain]

Repost for @author_mskeiya 💘99 CENT SALE STARTING ON V-DAY💘 Meet my Cupid, who tries to be quite the opposite. 🏍🏍🏍🏍THE BLACK ACES MC🏍🏍🏍🏍 Aleister: The only woman I loved is dead Not for lack of trying I tried... But it wasn't enough So why would I go through that sh*t again? Love is a four letter word And so is f*** and I'd rather f*** my way through life than lose at love again. My club keeps me occupied and the bunnies keep me drained That's enough for me Lyric: That f***er is going to pay! Leaving me abandoned in this hell hole To think I loved him If I see him again I am going to castrate him lengthwise! I let my dreams cloud my judgment Now look where I am Middle of f*****g no where New Mexico I just need to save so I can get out of here This bar is filled with jerk offs but it brings me closer to my goal That is until... I meet the local motorcycle club, The Black Aces You’ll love this angsty, hard tale of a hard core MC biker and the down-on-her-luck bartender whose worlds collide in a small New Mexico town, because who doesn’t love rugged men and a waitress in distress. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08PC731GP . . . . . #bookcommunity #booksarelife #booknerdigan #bookpassion #romancereaders #currentlyreading #epicreads #writersofinstagram #writerslife #bookporn #bookwhore #bookaddict #booksofinstagram #bookoftheday #romancebooks #romancenovel #romancenovels #contemporaryromance #realinglife #writeyourheartout #bookish #ilovebooks #bookstagram #booksofinsta https://www.instagram.com/p/CLNYKb8AYlj/?igshid=18rf0fjbrm2s1

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[goldfishkid]

Quote 29

"I scraped myself off the floor and I got up because I was the only person that I could rely on."

"Surely you had someone. Friends? Family?" She asked, still completely enthralled by my story.

"Maybe once, but not when I needed them."

#spilled writing #writingprompts #writeyourheartout #books #spilled ink #spilled words #spilled thoughts #excerpt from a book i'll never write #writing prompt #sadquotes #drama

[ekroop30]

He did exactly what I thought and feared

the bruise he gave

is still visible.

I was ready

and mentally prepared

but it still hurt my heart

and made my body ache.

Funny, I still hope

everything he said

wasn’t a lie,

In the middle of the night

Oh heart, why you cry?

Let him go

he wants to flee

He can’t handle your love

or your dreams.

Oh, my love

just let him leave.

#letting go #my heart #befree #writeyourheartout #✨💕 #my notes

[manivillie]

Reflecting on Canada day and owning my responsibility as a settler. ⠀ Reconciliation begins at the individual level- looking at how we contribute, perpetuate and benefit from an existing colonial system of oppression. ⠀ I am still learning and a lot of times it’s not comfortable. ⠀ #poembymanivillie #mypoeticheart #poemsbymanivillie #igpoet #spilledthoughts #poemcommunity #writeyourheartout #poetrytoronto #torontopoet #canadaday #canadaandreconilation #reconciliation https://www.instagram.com/p/CQwDc1ehAq4/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[stephynow]

it’s not a burnout it’s burning within kept by muzzling sizzling and seething holding tight and in the actions, or lack thereof, others void of truth hushed by payout, viewership and use she’s been quiet long enough her words clear with reveal they shake like quake, awakening integrity intact for it’s the only currency she holds what she thought burnout was instead a wild, fiery burning within for truth to be unmasked she waits in patience settling for nothing less #writewithme #writewhatsreal #writeclubnow #saywhatsreal #writingonthewall #holywomanhood #writeyourheartout #womenrising #holyandwholly https://www.instagram.com/p/CAJS4Y9BHWo/?igshid=1dsajxohqqqx8

#writewithme #writewhatsreal #writeclubnow #saywhatsreal #writingonthewall #holywomanhood #writeyourheartout #womenrising #holyandwholly

[leavethecomfortzone]

why is it that happy just doesn't write well? you could be in the happiest relationship of your life, and feel like your words have run dry.

#love #writeyourheartout #oops #music #angst #writing #writersblock

[alexvarona]

#goodkarma #badkarma #writing #writingcommunity #it is what it is #poetry #speakingthetruth #writeyourheartout