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sa-sa-blogger · 2 years

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Nếu bạn thấy một người luôn thích đặt chế độ bạn bè hay riêng tư, một ngày nào đó đột nhiên để chế độ công khai; điều đó có nghĩa trong lòng họ đang thương một người...

Nhưng, đã không thể gặp gỡ trò chuyện được nữa...

📷 & Retouch: Sa

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shaydxox · 10 days

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1. "Words hold immense power, each stroke of your pen possesses the ability to ignite the fire within you and inspire the world around you. Write with intent and watch as your thoughts dance across the pages, breathing life into every word, for it is in these moments of deep reflection that your true purpose shines." 2. "In the quiet spaces between ink and paper, lies an ocean of untapped creativity waiting to be explored. Dive deep into the depths of your imagination, let the waves of inspiration carry you, and watch as your words create magic that resonates far beyond the pages. Write fearlessly, for within your story lies the power to change lives." 3. "Writing is the symphony of the soul, an art form that unveils the deepest parts of who we are. In each stroke of the pen, we discover new facets of our existence, unraveling the mysteries and embracing the truths that lie hidden within. Embrace the silence, listen closely to your thoughts, and let your words become the orchestra that guides others towards self-discovery." 4. "Amidst the chaos of the world, writing acts as a refuge, a sanctuary where our thoughts find solace. Embrace the stillness, for it is within the hushed whispers of your mind that seeds of brilliance take root. Plant your ideas on paper, tend to them with love and dedication, and watch as they blossom into stories that touch hearts and ignite change." 5. "Within the labyrinth of our minds lies a treasure trove of stories waiting to be unleashed. Embrace the journey of self-exploration, for it is through your writing that you bring light to the uncharted corridors of existence. Write with purpose and conviction, and watch as your words carve paths for others to embark upon, forever changing the course of their own narratives."

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in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine · 3 months

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#quotes #inspiration #motivation #wisdom #words #sayings #lifequotes #my wife #poems #poetry #verses #writtenword #expression #creativity #literature

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originalferal · 1 year

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Then one day I thought I was weak for not being able to kill myself. And that was the day I knew I needed help.

No one should ever think that they're "weak" for not being able to commit suicide.

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call-me-fantasy · 11 days

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✨Happy Happy B-Day for Me! (Yippie!) 🥳🎉✨

>>The only gift I ask from my followers is to INTERACT with this post. Like, comment, or share! It means a lot to me!

>>There's a special story in this post! Make my day and read it as well!🥰 A representation of how many birthdays have been for me. A crafted so everyone can assume what the story is really about. I hope to be able to bring more tales like this one in the future ♥✨

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elegantlylamentingtheloss · 2 years

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The constellation of stars above depicts a woman made of bones. And I imagine she was ferried there by some dark horse death had a habit of riding. Death, with his swarthy bag chock-full of snow white bones. How radiant the sky must have been when her bones first spilled out upon a clear and moonless night. t. hall

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fireisice · 6 months

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Catalyst

With every touch

With every kiss

You've kindled

You've stoked

You've fed

You've fueled....

This fire.

#love #poetry #fireisice #lovers #writing #poem #writtenword

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cxxtra · 7 months

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acting ingredient

i see why you

Snatched me up

Like a life vest

In turbulent waters

I see why your touch

Ignited fireflies on my bare skin

And I see why your rare compliments

Meant so much.

I see why

You were all i saw,

And i see why i chose

To fall.

You convinced me

That your arms were open

For the catch.

I see what…

I induced in you

And what you released for me…

Dopamine.

So if our acting ingredient was dopamine

Then can we really say we loved?

#poetry #writtenword #my writting

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amarantos-soul · 1 year

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stairs muddy with rain

flowers attempting to rise

deep breath, spring will come

- e.

haiku VI // 4.27.23

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ukiy0-e · 1 year

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Just a typical Wednesday morning ; Writing ✒️and Dying 🥀 - #creativewriting #poetry #pain #identity #writtenword #sad #poet #writer https://www.instagram.com/p/CqFk9f6jKUw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#creativewriting #poetry #pain #identity #writtenword #sad #poet #writer

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sa-sa-blogger · 11 months

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Hồi bé, mẹ em vẫn thường bảo, rồi một ngày khi con lớn, con sẽ nhận ra những nỗi buồn ngày hôm nay chỉ là chuyện nhỏ nhặt. Lớn lên một chút, người cũng nói với em, rồi em sẽ quen với nỗi đau, đợi tới ngày mai mọi thứ sẽ ổn thôi.

Em tin chứ, tin lời mẹ là đúng, cũng mong mỏi ngày mai thật sự nắng sẽ trải khắp vùng trời.

Vậy nhưng vết rách ngày bé dường như vẫn tổn thương em mãi. Hoá thành lằng sẹo, mà dẫu nhỏ nhặt - chạm vào liền rỉ máu. Cả những giọt nước mắt hôm nay, em đã trải qua chúng bao nhiêu đêm liền rồi em nhỉ? Vậy mà em vẫn đau, vẫn xót, vẫn muốn lụi tàn.

Chỉ là em lớn, em không thể khóc trước mặt người một cách thoải mái như xưa, cũng có quá nhiều thứ đang đợi trong những ngày dài. Nên em chỉ có thể nén chúng vào lòng, đeo lên lớp nguỵ trang kiên cường mà giả tạo nhất - chỉ để không vỡ oà.

Em không rõ bao lâu tổn thương kia sẽ khép miệng. Cũng không chắc liệu mình có lần nữa chữa lành. Chỉ là em trải qua tổn thương, lại càng muốn đối xử với thế gian dịu dàng. Mang hết vầng mây cùng ấm áp, xoa dịu tất thảy gai nhọn chốn nhân gian.

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writingsandfandoms · 1 year

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The Outcast // #mondaymood #goyourownway • • #MBS #poem #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poet #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #outcast #goyourownway #writer #writing #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writtenword #spilledink #spilledthoughts #instapoet #instapoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/CoCwpasuYlM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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nrhartauthor · 2 years

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🌸🌸🌸 I love my fans. I have the best fans from around the world 🌎 Thank you for ordering all my books! 😍 I appreciate all your love and support. 🙏🏻 Love to you in Australia 🇦🇺 ❤️ • Repost from @riversong_2222 • It’s finally here 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 The Last of the Romantics made its way into my care earlier this week. My collection is now complete. So grateful for your latest offering Nancy @n.r.hart ➡️ To see the first poem I read, selected at random. Very significant 🥺🥰❤️‍🔥♾❤️‍🔥 #nrhart #poetry #musings #love #twinflame #writtenword #solace #romance • • Poetry and Pearls I & II paperbacks in full color 🌈 with all my original floral posters inside divided into the four seasons Winter Spring Summer Autumn because I feel there are seasons of the heart too.💕They are packed full of poetry including my Beauty and the Beast, Soulmate & Twin Flame poetry. 🔥 These books are beautiful works of art. 🍃🍃🍃 Love Poems to No One, Beauty and her Beast , The Last of the Romantics 👑 beautiful floral hard covers in black with all my original black & white posters inside divided into the four seasons Winter Spring Summer Autumn. The perfect little size to carry with you everywhere. 🍃 This is a trilogy series Book 3 The Last of the Romantics out now!! Order your copy. You will want the set! ✨ 👉🏻 If you have pictures of my books please tag me. I love seeing where my books end up around the world 🌎 Thank you! Love, N.R.Hart ❤️ All my books are available @amazon @barnesandnoble link to order: • https://www.amazon.com/Love-Poems-No-One-Romantic/dp/0578451166/ https://www.amazon.com/Beauty-Her-Beast-Romantic-Poetry/dp/0578616440/ https://www.amazon.com/Last-Romantics-Romantic-Poetry/dp/0692168951/ • #nrhart #poetryandpearls #poetryandpearls2 #lovepoemstonoone #beautyandherbeast #thelastoftheromantics #romanticpoetry (at Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd8D9-puPJl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#nrhart #poetry #musings #love #twinflame #writtenword #solace #romance #poetryandpearls #poetryandpearls2 #lovepoemstonoone #beautyandherbeast #thelastoftheromantics #romanticpoetry

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marie-then-claire · 2 years

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And here it is again, having to go... but now the very thought that I've been here before, hurts!- it hurts more than the fact that I loved when I shouldn't have.

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elegantlylamentingtheloss · 2 years

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Night Song

Still my mother combs her long black hair, but there is no water, no consolation of salt. By coal glow and cricket song, the wolf steps, obscures the moon. My mother's face appears a mask of anger where the birds sleep. Over the violin night she scrapes her hair, a white belly stretched over sand. Over the coals, the black bony plates. A lizard's shell erupts, white flesh into flame. The heat on my belly is good. I lie on my side near the fire's burning, near each cinder's glow. More cracks in the rock, and the desert forgets the sea voices, the creatures drowned in stone-- a black extinction, a faint remembrance of tides. My mother's eyes, once young, have turned to sand, brushed by wind where the moon begins to hum a song of blood, the night's cold and shadowed rest. Her breasts hang heavy as stone. I pray waters, but nothing disturbs this slumber nor parts the white hairs of night. Each rail is buried, each train has gone. Only maps attest to elsewhere-- a grove of live birds ever away. Here, a chair, a country where nothing grows and death lasts for days. Here, a residue of sky and sand, a flame's mirage. My mother's hands begin their slow hush. Still she sings her hair to sleep over my crib, still the birds in the belly swell violins at dawn. I close my eyes and dream a sea of voices, dream mirrors turned upward from the root. It is here I begin to drown-- a ripple of sky where I enter, a small patch of night where the rains descend.

--t. hall

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fireisice · 6 months

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The Scribe

I will touch you with every word I write

And feel you swell with anticipation beneath my hand

I will place my lips upon your ear

And whisper

For every syllable will be our secret

Between us

And every line, a part of our story

#poem #love #lovers #poetry #words #fireisice #writing #writtenword

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