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Frozen Moon Storm Britten Ilouno The moon is glowing through the thick night drawn clouds in the sky. The wind is whipping wildly. As the cold air streaks through the night like stabbing and steady knives. You try to stand tall but the sheer sharpness of the chill makes every muscle tighten and tense. Walking into the wind makes the struggle seem daunting. But as you push on the journey seems defeated and the cold is conquered. If the moon could just shine a little brighter, it might take the edge from this bone chilling darkness. If the stars could hang just a little lower, they might mend some of the melancholic coldness and brighten a heart that has fallen. A heart that has been prey to the sycophants of the night. The ones who only come when it is so dark and cold outside that barely a soul dare venture into the realm of silent torture. I’d walk in my wind at night. Bundle up with my long johns, jeans and wool sweater. Put on my thick leather jacket and a wool cap on my head. I’d be warm and drunk from the Irish coffees I put away. And I would open the door and I would gladly take the night on. I’d walk into her with no abandon. Feeling her rip at my legs and sting my cheeks as they turn as red as crisp apples. But I didn’t mind her abuse or her playful flirting. I’d take her head on, fearless. And I set my mind at ease. As I walked the midnight air and cleared my mind of the mayhem and confusion. That was when I could clear my mind of the doubts and the pain of feeling alone. And stave off the lying and the hurt that bangs so hard at the door. I let the moon melt my coldness. And I let the stars lift me up and carry me into the cold night air. Until I could find my way into the shelter or another heart. And stay warm in the basking pleasure of knowing that tomorrow another moon will be there to offer this dream. And the stars will come too. Lower and with the glimmer of hope for tomorrow. #iloveyou #goodnightmoon #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poet #stormthepoet
I’m catching up to NaNo in short, wordy spurts. Here are four more poems for you. • • NaNo #7 : Exhausted The wind is crying outside, beating the trees in her anguish. She feels like a woman today, sobbing in the sky. I would reach out, but I don’t know how, Lost in her wordless language, unable to communicate. • NaNo #8 : Star What does it take to believe I am cared for? I hate the introspection of Wondering how I work, Which button to press to Make Me Run, To make me function. I would be human if every day I saw A star in the darkness. • NaNo #9 : Precious I fear triteness and Attaching too much worth to Meaningless nothings. I am happy that The things you say never mean Less than who you are. • NaNo #10 : Flowing Mother to Son: her Hands on his shoulders, strengthening Until a jaw becomes determination. Why are her hands the ones that help? Perhaps one day I’ll learn, With my hands on small shoulders. • • Can you tell I had too much in my brain today? I’m sorry they’re mostly self-focused. Writing on a schedule does that to me. • • #writersofinstagram #nanowrimo #poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #poetsofinstagram #poet
Night falls and I feel your ego knocking at my door - placating mine - begging to be let in. Oh baby it’s cold outside. I left the light on so you’d know I was home and that I chose not to answer. The breeze calls and I hear your cries from my window - that same old tune - I won’t give in though. I turn off the light and I feel divine. . . . . . #brooklyn #brownstones #communityofpoetry #feminism #feministpoetry #home #latenightthoughts #newbeginnings #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsdaily #raiseyourvibration #selflove #spiritualjourney #winternights
Chameleon by SpelledInk
Via @thehummingbird14 🙏 ・・・ At some point, you’ve got to walk away.. if you find yourself constantly running after love, you need to take a step back.. You need to re-evaluate the situation.. Very often, we are scared to leave, because what if the person doesn’t stop us.. Only then we’ll know how they truly feel about us.. Love to you all ❤️ #sacredlove #sacredunion #feelings #hope #truth #faith #fate #believe #love #life #grateful #staystrong #soul #lightworker #fight #spirit #journey #heart #soulful #innerbeauty #dream #youaremine #soulconnection #soulmate #youandme #twinflame #twinflamelove #twinflamejourney #poetrycommunity
1183. [Bursting at the Seams]
I started writing poetry this year in an effort to find a creative outlet, and as a way to purge my anxious mind of the emotions that seemed a bit too personal to share. Tonight I shared those emotions with a room full of strangers at an open-mic poetry event, and was asked to be a featured performer in January. Thanks to my mom, for always encouraging me to share what I was feeling (without judgement) when I was a kid. 💕
Photographer: @elleraephotos 🍂🍎 . . . . Waning 🌙☀️✨
I’m Sorry. I don’t know where you could be, Haven’t caught wind of your scent in years, From where I’m sitting I can’t see the things you see; Therefore I can’t see this man you learned to fear—the one responsible for a deluge of tears. I’m sorry. Did it hurt when my fist struck your back? I've hit you so many times I've lost fuckin' track. Acts you had zero interest in trying, I bought tickets to movies centered on my pleasure, I was selfish to have forced anal on you despite your incessant crying, I suppose I saw you as nothing but trash, but baby, you were truly an invaluable treasure. I’m sorry. I burned all of our pictures to purge you from my soul, All that’s left is up here now (points towards head), All of those fights we had took such a profound emotional and spiritual toll. I guess I’ll carry those photographic memories of us to my deathbed. I’m sorry. Those kisses under a torrent of rain; Ominous premonitions of what we'd come to find, We made love atop a bed that had been a part of an impermanent ecstasy but also an endless source of pain, I ain’t lying to you now, baby, but those were hard times where I felt as if I was losing my mind. Did I cheat on you? I FUCKED her, but I make love to YOU! What? Oh, so you don't fuckin' belive me now? She doesn't mean ANYTHING to me! Are you really breaking up with me over ONE little fuckin' mistake? OK, so maybe this was the second time. Fuck it, I ain't keeping count! Where will you go? You ain't leaving here with MY kids, so sit your ass down and go to sleep, Or I'll do you something worse than a black eye, strangle your fuckin' ass and toss the body in the creek! I’m sorry. I hear your ghost from years back, Asking me to stop; pleading with me to leave you alone, But I only pulled my punches after you’d taken a few heavy cracks, But now I’ve come to realize I was hurting myself every time I struck you; this became a boxing ring when it was once our little home. I’m sorry. #poetrycommunity #wordporn #poet #spilledink #poem #bookstagram #novel #readersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofinstagram #amwriting #writerscommunity #bookworm #bibliophile #book #poetsofinstagram
To us #deliriousravings . . Wrote this long back
A Letter to My Mother in Heaven © Janine Y. Cranley, 2018. I was just about to call you up,  today,  and fill you in,  on everything,  in mine,  so far, to lean on you,  some more,  and to find out  how you are,  when I remembered,  in tearful pain,  that I can't call you,  anymore. I can't just call you  on the phone,  and tell you all about it,  anymore. I can't listen to your validations,  and get all steamed up,  when you tell me  I'm the one who's  in the wrong,  and hear you tell me  what you'd do,  if it were you... what to do. I can't just call you up,  and tell you all about it,  and I can't listen  to your experienced words  of wisdom,  or hear you tell me  that I'm worrying  over nothing,  and it just breaks my heart,  and rips me up,  inside,  that I can't call you up,  and listen to your voice,  and laugh,  and argue with you,  anymore. I keep hearing all about it,  that time will ease  my pain,  that I will learn to carry on,  and live without out you,  and accept it,  that you're really gone;  but the pain of living  without you,  Mom, feels like more than  I can breathe,  each time I think  of it,  that I can't just call you up,  to hear your voice,  to talk to you,  to make plans to get together,  to see you,  anymore. Even though you're in my heart,  and all around me,  in the wind,  and in the flowers,  and when the birds sing,  and your gentle kisses  are in the Sun,  and you're standing next to God,  standing next to me,  it just breaks my heart,  that I can't call you  on the phone, to talk with you,  anymore. © Janine Y. Cranley, 2018. For my Mother, Brenda Joyce Brook. I never knew my own strength. 😘💕💕
Full Hearts at The Ready
And she stared until she could no longer tell which was real, the strength or the fear. 🔎🌿 | #barefootpoetry
"Promise Yourself To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel that there is something in them. To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. To think only the best, to work only for the best,and to expect only the best. To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own. To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile. To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,and too happy to permit the presence of trouble. To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words but great deeds. To live in faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you." Christian D. Larson💝 I've been sober since April and I couldn't be happier 😭 my whole life is changing before my eyes. I'm so thankful.❤ I feel like me again. . . . . . . . . . . . . #inspiration #sobriety #blessed #thankful #soberliving #motivation #poetry #poetrycommunity #wordart #thankful #hopeful #healingjourney #spirituality #starseed #soberlife #healingquotes #life #peace #love #suicidesurvivor #warrior #innerstrength #innerguidance #healingenergy #higherself #higherdimensions #highvibrations #happiness #dailyquotes #healingfromwithin
Abhi Waqt Hai, Kubool Karlo Sab Kuch, Bewaqt To Gunaah Kubool Kiye Jatey Hain! - #aweraltiwari - Image Credits: @8thdamon
Little food for thought
New words going out into the 🌎 Sometimes I can’t understand how we contain the capacity to feel everything one second and nothing the next.
Bounties fell from the sky, And I could say nothing but thank you, Angels hovering jealous of me, Calling me a brat - hard to please, I smelled the waves of judgement in the air, Leaves falling in protest, Rattled, I made them open my deliveries, Out came the scent of love coming to me, In heaps and bounds, Sealed in concretes of faith. Surprised, they asked is that what happiness is to you, Where’re the riches? Where’s the prestige? Aren’t you scared of falling behind? Swimming through the atrocities of this callous world? The sky turned red, Cause it was suddenly time to dance, As we swayed in ecstasy, I said, You’re an angel, benevolent, Why you worry about these man made tensities? Let them love in, let it set you free. Love is what got us here, Love is what will take us through. . #gltlove #girlswhotravel #travelphotography #poetsofig #writersofinstagram #canada #poetsofinstagram #writersofig #poetrycommunity
Night mares ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Last night she woke up to a petrified dream in which she dreamt of him being long gone, where she didn't have him around anymore,where she kept fighting with her demons alone, there were no more safe hands around,there were only unanswered calls and unreplied texts, and then there came out a day in which they kept staring at each other with all the memories flashing in front of their eyes, but still they walked away silently. she was so terrified that their"US" is turning out into an" END". She woke up and felt relived that it was just a dream, little did she know that dreams are based on reality. . . . -©i #love #byyourside #inkingthoughts #writersofinstagram #writerswrite #writer #writerscommunity #writersofig #wordporn #wordgasm #writersblock #writingprompts #poetrycommunity #quoteoftheday #poemsporn #spilledink #creativewriting #words #art #artworks #poems #poetsofinstagram
I think about the times that I could be floating heavily sinking in my car but I can breathe underwater Would the sunrise still come if I'm trapped? Chained to my emotions, I can't feel anything and the slurs and movements from mouths remain a draining silence And I will return once again to my bed where I execute my nightmares hold my hand, and I will never sprint my life ripped apart a long time without you but I fucking survived I swam up • #moodygrams #writing #photographer #nikon #art #moody #moodyports #writersofinstagram #photography #photoshoot #photooftheday #photoshop #portraitphotography #portrait #portrait_shots #grunge #tumblr #model #modeling #artist #artistsoninstagram #fall #fashion #2018 #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #portrait_shots #photographyart #photomodel #art #digitalart
I could imagine it or maybe I could face the truth of how much you took me from myself I used to feel bare, cold Your eyes used to look bare, too And we used to be We used to be The exhale of a cigarette I found you in a parking lot, waiting for me and now months of silence have occupied every single spot I miss you on a cold birthday • #moodygrams #writing #photographer #nikon #art #moody #moodyports #writersofinstagram #photography #photoshoot #photooftheday #photoshop #portraitphotography #portrait #portrait_shots #grunge #tumblr #model #modeling #artist #artistsoninstagram #fall #fashion #2018 #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #portrait_shots #photographyart #photomodel #art #digitalart
I am a victim of my own life but I am also the cause of it how can you find warmth in a cold house that is empty I am cold house Full of shadows and gray areas I am the overgrown grass that I forgot to cut just because I am living does not mean I am surviving I am shadow in my own life, a victim A persecutor yet I am not sure what I have persecuted because I still have to keep going I have no choice Daisies are pretty but they can be deadly • #moodygrams #writing #photographer #nikon #art #moody #moodyports #writersofinstagram #photography #photoshoot #photooftheday #photoshop #portraitphotography #portrait #portrait_shots #grunge #tumblr #model #modeling #artist #artistsoninstagram #fall #fashion #2018 #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #portrait_shots #photographyart #photomodel #art #digitalart
A lot of people would probably describe this feeling as loneliness But how do you describe something that is so bone deep How do you even begin to describe a feeling that's so hollow not even Jack the Ripper can remove it And you don't know what you did to cause such a feeling Because you know you did this to yourself but the nagging question remains why Fucking why But the virus just spreads until you start vomiting Maybe you think the why will come out of you But it doesn't, it never does. But you remain sick And you don't know why All you want to know But eventually you don't • #moodygrams #writing #photographer #nikon #art #moody #moodyports #writersofinstagram #photography #photoshoot #photooftheday #photoshop #portraitphotography #portrait #portrait_shots #grunge #tumblr #model #modeling #artist #artistsoninstagram #fall #fashion #2018 #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #portrait_shots #photographyart #photomodel #art #digitalart
I still wonder about the girl who cried with me in the waiting room I still wonder about the frail child in the hospital who told me they only dreamed of death And I hope their heart is still beating because life is so fragile and elegant And the child was so young. Too young to have thoughts like that spooling out of their mouth I hope they bloomed into something beautiful, not wilted. I still wonder about the mother who broke down on the highway and how she got home. I still wonder about the man in the back of an ambulance I saw at 2:30 am Because being forgotten is painful. And I still fucking think about these things because life fucking matters. That girl. That frail child. That mother. That man. That human. And even though you want to shake your head rapidly and deny it Someone is up at four in the morning wondering if you're smiling in your sleep or if you had a good day I wonder if you know that. • #moodygrams #writing #photographer #nikon #art #moody #moodyports #writersofinstagram #photography #photoshoot #photooftheday #photoshop #portraitphotography #portrait #portrait_shots #grunge #tumblr #model #modeling #artist #artistsoninstagram #fall #fashion #2018 #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #portrait_shots #photographyart #photomodel #art #digitalart
Fused into a moment, he finds himself a lone survivor of his own island Walking with air He no longer will seep through the clutches of another, emerging from life A gaze into the valley of rapid radiant sun The translucent waves of a new world yet to be touched Away from everything and into an emptiness A moment spiraling into dust He blew away the ashes • #moodygrams #writing #photographer #nikon #art #moody #moodyports #writersofinstagram #photography #photoshoot #photooftheday #photoshop #portraitphotography #portrait #portrait_shots #grunge #tumblr #model #modeling #artist #artistsoninstagram #fall #fashion #2018 #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #portrait_shots #photographyart #photomodel #art #digitalart
When can a person finally be free of their on going nightmares and drawing your own body mark in chalk on a wednesday afternoon Pretend you're a witness when they discover it because you love them don't Go to a paradise so divine that you can drink in the sky You envy love, bury it please claim it • #moodygrams #writing #photographer #nikon #art #moody #moodyports #writersofinstagram #photography #photoshoot #photooftheday #photoshop #portraitphotography #portrait #portrait_shots #grunge #tumblr #model #modeling #artist #artistsoninstagram #fall #fashion #2018 #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #portrait_shots #photographyart #photomodel #art #digitalart
I could chain smoke you like a pack of cigarettes I craved everything about you but I have to untie the knot my mind disputes that everything about you Is pure venom I'm letting go, even though your teeth sank into me You're a sinner, too. I can let go of you • #moodygrams #writing #photographer #nikon #art #moody #moodyports #writersofinstagram #photography #photoshoot #photooftheday #photoshop #portraitphotography #portrait #portrait_shots #grunge #tumblr #model #modeling #artist #artistsoninstagram #fall #fashion #2018 #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #portrait_shots #photographyart #photomodel #art #digitalart
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