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SONNET OF THE GUILTY CATHOLIC If I should listen to my Catholic guilt While asking what's there ...
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SONNET OF THE GUILTY CATHOLIC If I should listen to my Catholic guilt While asking what's there for me beyond the horizon For sure my heart would be split Beating with neither rhyme nor reason There waiting for me are savage demons Writhing in the dance of fire Blistering in the rotten ... SONNET OF THE GUILTY CATHOLIC

If I should listen to my Catholic guilt
While asking what's there for me beyond the horizon
For sure my heart would be split
Beating with neither rhyme nor reason
There waiting for me are savage demons
Writhing in the dance of fire
Blistering in the rotten shade of lemons
Where I will jolt along through mud and mire
Swarming scarabs will gorge on my tongue
For all the lies that I've said
By a plague of locusts my skin will be stung
For all my sins of pleasure and cigarettes
Beyond the horizon, no doubt, I will burn in hell
But where God is supreme, no hell exists, pray tell

AA PATAWARAN

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OF DISTRACTIONS AND PROSTITUES -Hardik Nagar (@thehonestmusings) Somewhere a man dug a grave ...
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OF DISTRACTIONS AND PROSTITUES -Hardik Nagar (@thehonestmusings) Somewhere a man dug a grave beside his dead wife and buried himself alive. And when asked what he’s doing, he said that he wants to rot with her. And you say there’s no better definition — two individuals spoiling with ... OF DISTRACTIONS AND PROSTITUES -Hardik Nagar (@thehonestmusings)

Somewhere a man dug a grave beside
his dead wife and buried himself alive.
And when asked what he’s doing, he said
that he wants to rot with her. And you say
there’s no better definition — two
individuals spoiling with time, still holding
hands. And I ask are you a cynic? You shouldn’t
read too much philosophy, or it gets to
your head. And then you start saying things
like love is nothing but a convenient distraction,
and we’re all slaves to biology. You used
to sign off every letter with ‘yours falsely’,
and I burned your books once just to
ensure you don’t run away. Once I met a
prostitute who said that she falls in love
with every man she fucks because she
feels there’s no other choice.
I ask you to hope, and you laugh at the silliness
of my thoughts. Listen, what’s wrong with you?
You say that there’s a butcher waiting to
slaughter us all, and he won’t show any mercy
just because we believe in something as
naive and grandiose as romance.

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Libra scales unbalanced by injustices multiplied by the cries In Furguson mothers losing babies ...
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Libra scales unbalanced by injustices multiplied by the cries In Furguson mothers losing babies while the belly of the beast feeds lavishly while we're on bended knee being abused by religious isms with no clue in the real meaning Al' Hum Duh'Allah or Divine Trinity label ... Libra scales
unbalanced by injustices
multiplied by the cries
In Furguson

mothers losing
babies while
the belly of the beast
feeds lavishly
while we're on bended
knee being abused
by religious isms
with no clue
in the real meaning
Al' Hum Duh'Allah
or Divine Trinity

label a city Chiraq
inner city wars
with bitter blood
the concrete speaks
Of their forgotten dreams
by river banks
cash and oil wells

morally stuck
six o'clock news
media frenzies
another funeral
and lifeless cries
too early to stand
toe to toe with
the death dealer

so much sorrow
even the sparrow
refused to fly
a caged sky
countless lives
connected by
borrowed hope
in broken system

the last pages
of the poet
and prophet
read like
quran and bible
We all watching
and waiting
on the skies to open
To
project heavens doors

Who but us
To trust Love
a force
the hands
Of God

Aren't we all
significant
authority and authentic
to orchestrate change
for the
commonwealth
State of Mind
for mankind.

Kevin Guru©2018

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•• Last night I woke up crying and saw you holding my hand sitting up looking at the raindrops ...
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•• Last night I woke up crying and saw you holding my hand sitting up looking at the raindrops slipping through the window in front. You knew I was scared of thunder and I was scared of rain but what about the morning that was sitting there waiting for me and my tears eagerly as you will ... ••
Last night I woke up
crying
and saw you holding my hand sitting up
looking at the raindrops slipping through the window in front.
You knew I was scared of thunder and I was scared of rain
but what about the morning that was sitting there
waiting for me and my tears eagerly
as you will leave and it would be worse than the thunder that is still striking through those skies
sending shivers down my spine
and I hold your hand even tighter
as it hits me harder than the rain hits the window in front of us
that it will not be our hands intertwined in the morning
but only the silence and distaste in the air around us
as you'll open the door
with no goodbyes
for we both know this is a bitter separation
and we'll both realise it all over again
but our anxiety of speaking a word,
words that could ruin it all,
would stop us
and it will be over once again,
only for a while
but over.
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Sometimes, all a girl has is this world, a mouthful of supple kisses, a love she has dreamed of and ...
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Sometimes, all a girl has is this world, a mouthful of supple kisses, a love she has dreamed of and a book in her hand to keep her hopeless romantic spirit to remain ablaze. • I've been waiting patiently for the release of my favorite author's, #LangLeav (@langleav), new novel: Sad Girls! ... Sometimes, all a girl has is this world, a mouthful of supple kisses, a love she has dreamed of and a book in her hand to keep her hopeless romantic spirit to remain ablaze. 🔥🔥

I've been waiting patiently for the release of my favorite author's, #LangLeav (@langleav), new novel: Sad Girls! Excited is an understatement! Time to get started!
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And shouts into the void are never just that: this pretension that we expect no reply, that we are ...
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And shouts into the void are never just that: this pretension that we expect no reply, that we are sufficed by the notion of screaming into emptiness and letting the act itself be a catharsis; but no cry is ever so innocent, no voice placated by the thought of itself reverberating in eternity: ... And shouts into the void are never just that: this pretension that we expect no reply, that we are sufficed by the notion of screaming into emptiness and letting the act itself be a catharsis; but no cry is ever so innocent, no voice placated by the thought of itself reverberating in eternity: we want an answer, some retort from the beyond, an inkling that there is something waiting on the other side. And yet our only reply is the echo, the same question poised to the unknowable hurled back at us, slower and fainter and fading to memory—perhaps a hope that we ourselves are our best listeners, truth only understood when we say it ourselves, carried upon the wind, last tendrils edges of it, mere glimpses of the brightest moments we can conceive; but none of that matters in a given moment, near evening and post-torrent, the world saturated from three days rain, the greens vibrant and near-shining in a greyling dusk, whiffs of damp and rot and grass, above it all but scattered the sweet stink of a Black & Mild, here then gone then here again; and you are running and you're never sure if it's towards or from, the nature of a circle to have neither beginning nor end, and you want, hope, have to believe in your heart of hearts that that which you lose will be returned at some point, and so you continue to run, each step a word, the distance, immeasurable though it may be, a phrase, the will to continue is your voice; this howl, this yawp, this big fucking scream; beyond its contents a plea: let it not be unanswerable; let it not go unheeded.

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It's been a while since my tears have felt free, and my mind's experienced tranquility. Maybe it's ...
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It's been a while since my tears have felt free, and my mind's experienced tranquility. Maybe it's the breeze, maybe it's your warmth. But tonight, my words make sense, and I'm not so alone. The last couple of weeks have felt meaningless. My soul was lost; wandering in alleys I never wish I visited. ... It's been a while since my tears have felt free, and my mind's experienced tranquility. Maybe it's the breeze, maybe it's your warmth. But tonight, my words make sense, and I'm not so alone. The last couple of weeks have felt meaningless. My soul was lost; wandering in alleys I never wish I visited. Living, loving nightmares. Burying, resurrecting demons. Scribbling my way from dusk, only to feel empty at dawn.

Tonight, I'm finding my way home. I'm decorating my scars, because there is no point waiting for the wounds to heal.
I look down searching for the trampled pieces I've left behind. And I look up; to you. Your beautiful smile, hoping the fullness of your heart will calm the dying pieces of mine. -Karunnya

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I believe in dreams. The desperate dreams of the poor, Of grand penthouses and golden lives Dinner ...
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I believe in dreams. The desperate dreams of the poor, Of grand penthouses and golden lives Dinner tables overflowing with food; Every desire satiated at last- while their reality Is of spears of hunger sharpened to a point And let loose on ravaged streets, Where rib cages are more ... I believe in dreams.
The desperate dreams of the poor,
Of grand penthouses and golden lives
Dinner tables overflowing with food;
Every desire satiated at last- while their reality
Is of spears of hunger sharpened to a point
And let loose on ravaged streets,
Where rib cages are more visible than smiles
Bereft of flesh, tired in their bones
They survive entirely on dreams.

I believe in the shadow dreams
Of those in power, or in lust of it
Full of electricity and dark rooms,
Lips that celebrate them alone
And concepts that bow to their will;
The satisfaction of being far more
That will forever elude them in reality.
But that's the thrill. Like Yeats said,
"Beauty dies of beauty, and worth - of worth."
So power dies of power, of rage and distrust.

I believe in the fever dreams of storytellers,
Of poets, artists and visionaries
Where abstract truths play hide and seek
Strange songs sing you to themselves,
And monsters chase you into the waking-
When our dreams become more real
Than the world we wake into, they
Compel us to change our reality. In fact,
If not for those that dream more and live less
We'd still be in caves, wearing bearskins.

I believe that there are distant wonders
That I will only ever see half-formed
In the whispers of my subconscious feed;
There are stories waiting for us out there
The likes of which we've never seen-
And though we may dream of perfection,
Poison the wishes granted to us
With incessant wants, and needless greed
We remain utterly human, woefully incomplete;
Caught in the ever-changing lands of sleep.

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New Poem: The Revolution Will Not Be Televised 2.0 Been waiting a while to release this one. Let me know your thoughts - - - For full version link in the Bio #wordofmouthldn #gilscottheron #spokenword #poetsofinstagram #poets #londonpoets #londonlife #newwave #londonpoetry New Poem: The Revolution Will Not Be Televised 2.0

Been waiting a while to release this one. Let me know your thoughts -
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For full version link in the Bio

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After hot Summer Came a colorful Fall We lived a cold Winter And now I am waiting To bloom with ...
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After hot Summer Came a colorful Fall We lived a cold Winter And now I am waiting To bloom with you in Spring -ben.never #bennever #benneverwrites #poem #poetry #prose #poetryisnotdead #wordporn #wordsmith #poetssociety #poetscommunity #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #writerssociety ... After hot Summer
Came a colorful Fall
We lived a cold Winter
And now I am waiting
To bloom with you in Spring -ben.never

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Don't mistaken my silence for weakness, And don't think that you are right. I will be waiting ...
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Don't mistaken my silence for weakness, And don't think that you are right. I will be waiting for the exact right moment, To show you who's wrong and who's right. I won't be aggressive, I won't scream or shout, You will get your chance to see exactly what I'm talking about. I might be ... Don't mistaken my silence for weakness,
And don't think that you are right.

I will be waiting for the exact right moment,
To show you who's wrong and who's right.

I won't be aggressive, I won't scream or shout,
You will get your chance to see exactly what I'm talking about.

I might be driven by passion and emotion,
But my patience is vast as the ocean.
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I am a dancer Moving to the silence within Whirling to the rhythm of an unknown song I am a wanderer Walking ...
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I am a dancer Moving to the silence within Whirling to the rhythm of an unknown song I am a wanderer Walking on this starry night Waiting for the moonlight to bathe my soul. . . . . . . #moment #kashmir #capture #canon #canonindia #50mm #travel #traveller #wanderlust #wanderer ... I am a dancer
Moving to the silence within
Whirling to the rhythm of an unknown song
I am a wanderer
Walking on this starry night
Waiting for the moonlight to bathe my soul.
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 #nationalpoetrymonth poem #9! All my poems are up on my blog. The link is in my bio. Yes, this week ...
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#nationalpoetrymonth poem #9! All my poems are up on my blog. The link is in my bio. Yes, this week I broke out all the old stuff from #Hawaii including photos of surprise flowers waiting at my door when I got home from class. #thosewerethedays #luckywelivehawaii #iknowishouldntusethathashtaganymore ... #nationalpoetrymonth poem #9! All my poems are up on my blog. The link is in my bio. Yes, this week I broke out all the old stuff from #Hawaii including photos of surprise flowers waiting at my door when I got home from class. 💕 #thosewerethedays #luckywelivehawaii #iknowishouldntusethathashtaganymore lol #poetryflow #poetry #poetsofinstagram #futurewriter #omgwritersblock #instapoet #bloggerlife #thatthing
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She’s waiting.... <span class="emoji emoji1f319"></span><span class="emoji emoji1f4ab"></span><span class="emoji emoji2728"></span> #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poemoftheday #poemofthenight ...
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She’s waiting.... #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poemoftheday #poemofthenight #typewriter #typewriterpoetry #infinity #desire #love #passion. She’s waiting.... 🌙💫✨ #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poemoftheday #poemofthenight #typewriter #typewriterpoetry #infinity #desire #love #passion.
IF I COULD - Joel Thottan (@iammojojojoe) if i could tell you, i would of how i love our long drives to ...
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IF I COULD - Joel Thottan (@iammojojojoe) if i could tell you, i would of how i love our long drives to unknown towns and us sticking our tongues out with the windows down your favourite song playing on the radio and the wind in my face i like our long walks on the beach and those in gardens ... IF I COULD - Joel Thottan (@iammojojojoe)

if i could tell you, i would

of how i love our long drives
to unknown towns
and us sticking our tongues out
with the windows down
your favourite song playing on the radio
and the wind in my face

i like our long walks on the beach
and those in gardens with small benches
my head in your lap
your hand on my head
us, watching, waiting
for the sun to rise and set

i’d tell you how the grass is not greener
on the other side of the fence
i don’t know if it’s even green at all

but you’re on this side and i’m here too
and if the world turns its back, i’ll stay with you

i hate thinking someday
you’ll never return
i’m scared knowing
one day i’ll leave for good
and if i go, find another shoulder to cry on
i’m sure they’ll know what to do

if I could tell you all of this
trust me, i would
there’s so much i want to say
so until i learn how to speak like you humans do
i guess i’ll just bark away

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Springtime this year, choked by Winter that has stolen an Autumn. One season steamrolled the rest ...
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Springtime this year, choked by Winter that has stolen an Autumn. One season steamrolled the rest this year, and it continues to do so. Somewhere, warmth is waiting. ... ... #tylerknott #love #haiku #wanderlust #poetry #photooftheday #typewriterseries #follow #beautiful #instagood ... Springtime this year, choked by Winter that has stolen an Autumn. One season steamrolled the rest this year, and it continues to do so. Somewhere, warmth is waiting.
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The Difference. I am now offering FREE shipping for signed copies of #QTOA to the Philippines ...
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The Difference. I am now offering FREE shipping for signed copies of #QTOA to the Philippines via my Etsy store. I know that Questions to our Answers were stocked by the @nationalbookstore and then went out of stock almost immediately. As such, for now, I hope to make it up to my Filipino friends ... The Difference.

I am now offering FREE shipping for signed copies of #QTOA to the Philippines via my Etsy store. I know that Questions to our Answers were stocked by the @nationalbookstore and then went out of stock almost immediately. As such, for now, I hope to make it up to my Filipino friends who have been waiting for so long! My apologies, and thank you for your patience! #quotestoliveby #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #spilledink #quotes #writer #wordgasm #poemoftheday #poem #wordporn #books #writing #poetsofig #creativewriting #writingcommunity #love #typewriterpoetry #quote #poetrycommunity #reader #poemsporn #igpoetry #typewriter #poetry #qotd #author #poet
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Happy Mother’s Day to all of you beautiful, strong, fierce mothers out there. To these seven women, ...
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Happy Mother’s Day to all of you beautiful, strong, fierce mothers out there. To these seven women, these seven mothers I am honored to know, to love, to learn from, to be the recipient of such patience and grace. Thank you for the love you so gently emanate, for the kindness you grow inside like ... Happy Mother’s Day to all of you beautiful, strong, fierce mothers out there. To these seven women, these seven mothers I am honored to know, to love, to learn from, to be the recipient of such patience and grace. Thank you for the love you so gently emanate, for the kindness you grow inside like vines, and then send out to envelop everyone you come into contact with. Thank you for choosing everyone else first, second, third, and putting yourself last without hesitation or a backwards glance. Thank you for being the life givers the world changers the hope builders and the Atlases with everything on your shoulders. Happy Mother’s Day to you all, all you with children, all you waiting to have them, all you who never will but are mothers to everyone all the same. Thank you.
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Is it your turn or mine? An old piece, while waiting for my flight home alone, with crappy WiFi <span class="emoji emoji1f605"></span> My ...
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Is it your turn or mine? An old piece, while waiting for my flight home alone, with crappy WiFi My work and my signed copies of my latest book, Questions to our Answers ships worldwide via my Etsy page (link in profile). QTOA can also be found in major leading bookstores in Singapore, Malaysia ... Is it your turn or mine?
An old piece, while waiting for my flight home alone, with crappy WiFi 😅

My work and my signed copies of my latest book, Questions to our Answers ships worldwide via my Etsy page (link in profile). QTOA can also be found in major leading bookstores in Singapore, Malaysia and the Philippines!
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how to be alive 319. deal with days like standing on a swing surrounded by yellow walls with pink ...
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how to be alive 319. deal with days like standing on a swing surrounded by yellow walls with pink bananas hanging from the ceiling—keep your balance despite the awkwardness and slight nausea that comes from such unexpected brightness as you wobble back and forth, laughing, wondering why ... how to be alive
319. deal with days like standing on a swing surrounded by yellow walls with pink bananas hanging from the ceiling—keep your balance despite the awkwardness and slight nausea that comes from such unexpected brightness as you wobble back and forth, laughing, wondering why life brought you to the strangeness of this room. marvel at the line of strangers waiting to have their turn.
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to say it’s been a strange few days is an understatement. between bunny sickness, no sleep, horrible and hopeful dates, having to cancel a canyon vacation, presidential treason, getting my great uncle’s ashes delivered in the mail, i’m probably not gonna be surprised by anything else that comes my way. and i’m gonna pray that there’s a lot more mundane moments than whatever all this has been. i asked someone today how her afternoon was going and she said, “oh kind of boring.” i laughed, “i can’t remember the last time i felt or experienced anything even close to being bored.” that’s not a complaint. just a fact of this artist, poet, should be an indie movie life i gratefully and unbelievably live.
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APATHY - Vikalp Joshi It has been three hours since you stopped throwing around things, two hours ...
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APATHY - Vikalp Joshi It has been three hours since you stopped throwing around things, two hours since you've been sitting on the ground waiting for your tears to dry up, one hour since I've been working on my next presentation. You get up, frustrated and storm out of the door calling me irresponsible, ... APATHY - Vikalp Joshi

It has been three hours since you stopped throwing around things, two hours since you've been sitting on the ground waiting for your tears to dry up, one hour since I've been working on my next presentation. You get up, frustrated and storm out of the door calling me irresponsible, insensitive and detached. Three words, exactly in the order my dad calls me because I can't cry at funerals, give hugs at hard times or share false empathy.

I remember how much I cried every time my parents had a fight, every time my dad used to call my mom things one would never want his child to hear. And every time I cried, my elder sister took me to her room and asked me to study and mind my own business. After sometime, I'd peep into their room only to see my dad open a dusty box and just look at it. He did it whenever he was upset or had a fight. I remember how once my sister said that it contained one of dad's promise to mom. By my 16th birthday, I had learnt to mind my own business and walk out of the storm. It was one day, that it was raining heavily as I returned from school and saw my mom with a blue cheek, sitting on the floor crying and dad lighting up a cigarette. A cigarette with my birthdate engraved on it. I sat down to study for my exam as it's smoke filled the room. I couldn't tell if it was raining outside or inside. But I could hear the sound.

It has been four hours since you're gone. I open the windows as I light another cigarette. It's not raining outside. But I can still hear it.

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Dear Kanan (@kanangill) and Biswa (@biswakalyanrath) It's been 3 years that your YouTube channel ...
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Dear Kanan (@kanangill) and Biswa (@biswakalyanrath) It's been 3 years that your YouTube channel seems like its stuck in a permanent loop of 'Aajaaaaa...aajaaaa'. For three years, pretentious movie reviews has been one of the top 5 searches in my search bar, and like a jilted lover who's ... Dear Kanan (@kanangill) and Biswa (@biswakalyanrath)

It's been 3 years that your YouTube channel seems like its stuck in a permanent loop of 'Aajaaaaa...aajaaaa'. For three years, pretentious movie reviews has been one of the top 5 searches in my search bar, and like a jilted lover who's been scorned one too many times, I return everyday to check if anything has changed, with a slight sliver of hope still in my heart. For 3 years, I've kept the bell icon pressed, but the Gods of YouTube still haven't answered my prayers. Don't get me wrong. I am up to date with your latest stand ups and comedy sketches, but my loyalty still lies with pretentious movie reviews.

Biswa, you're an amazing comedian and I see that you're busy with sleeping and chilling, but agar mujhe koi bolega tu jaake chill maar, toh I'll go and watch your movie reviews. And now there's just not enough to chill comfortably.

Kanan, you're one of the cutest comedians out there, and I know you're probably sleeping out there covered in chips, because your phone died and you can't reach the charger, but wake up! The world's aunties are dissatisfied, because no one addresses them with the level of enthusiasm you did! And well, Hrithik has also been kinda sad. Even Parle-G has stopped travelling and just sits on an abandoned little corner of your bookshelf.

Yes, bollywood is making slightly better movies now, but still, there are a lot of movies, just waiting to be laughed at. The stage is set, now we just need some suroor. We know you wanna...because I wanna...we all wanna...REVIEW!

Love,
ABCDE...
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~ Isha Chaudhari (@ishaachaudhari)

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WHERE'S THE CAT? - Hardik Nagar (@thehonestmusings) Hazy, hazy, hazy. The night. Remembrance. ...
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WHERE'S THE CAT? - Hardik Nagar (@thehonestmusings) Hazy, hazy, hazy. The night. Remembrance. It rained - terrible drivers honking, splashing mud water on your light cream palazzo. You saw Hank, then - shivering, hiding - waiting for big droplets of water to stop attacking. You picked ... WHERE'S THE CAT? - Hardik Nagar (@thehonestmusings)

Hazy, hazy, hazy. The night. Remembrance. It rained - terrible drivers honking, splashing mud water on your light cream palazzo. You saw Hank, then - shivering, hiding - waiting for big droplets of water to stop attacking.

You picked it, sheltering it with your green bag. Brought it home, hidden in a blue plastic wrap. "We will call it Hank," you said, unhooking your bra - drying him up with tissues. "He's such a lazy fucker," you'd say when Hank refused to chase the brown remote rat. Hank troubled us: he'd sleep nowhere but on bed, between us - like a spoiled child. He'd eat only branded food - increasing our budget by 27 percent. Every other day, Hank's stomach pained - forcing us to take him to a vet.

But you liked Hank. Cuddling up with him at night, taking photos - with and without you in the frame. Waking up at midnight to check how is he; talking to him, as if he understands. Hank annoyed me - he'd scratch me early mornings. Hop on the bed when we fucked. He even broke an antique vase that was a family heirloom.

The first time I slapped you: Hank was in the kitchen, sipping on milk. He heard it, meowing louder than we've ever heard. From then on, he saw worse - you throwing your mother's pan at me. Me breaking the plates. He heard the abuses - the crying, the silence. The turns and the toss. The mad sarcastic laughter.
One day Hank went missing. I had kept the door open by mistake. We searched on the roads. At the neighbors. Near the shop where you found him. But he was nowhere. You left too. Two weeks later, ending whatever little remained.

Months later, I saw Hank again - near our old building. But I ignored him, feeling ambushed by what could've been.

You'd have liked how he ignored me too.

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MOTHER, CIGARETTES WERE NEVER MY THING - Bhavya Bhagtani (@trapezium_) Mother Cigarettes ...
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MOTHER, CIGARETTES WERE NEVER MY THING - Bhavya Bhagtani (@trapezium_) Mother Cigarettes were never my thing I wasn't only hostile, but hateful towards them Why would anyone want to puff out smoke when every inch of their lungs was carpeted with lavender petals. He used to come home ... MOTHER, CIGARETTES WERE NEVER MY THING - Bhavya Bhagtani (@trapezium_)

Mother
Cigarettes were never my thing
I wasn't only hostile, but hateful towards them
Why would anyone want to puff out smoke when every inch of their lungs was carpeted with lavender petals.
He used to come home with me each night
We would make love, everytime sweeter than the first time
So close-knit, we'd sleep on the same pillow
I'd wake up to fruit loops and strawberry milk every morning
Along with a couple of kisses twined in bedsheets of silk
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Mother
Cigarettes were never my thing
But to go out and give in to just one seemed to be the only escape when he didn't come home that night
Suddenly, we needed two pillows to get some sleep
And for some peace,
He'd hold onto a third one, really close
Although, just a lot of cotton
So much stronger than my love
Breakfasts turned into forced conversations with stale buttered bread
Lumps of sugar, unevenly spread
The smell of nicotine on the tips of my fingers became important to drive me to sleep
.
Mother
Cigarettes still aren't my thing
But the petals in my lungs caught fire from the heat of incompletion he left behind
And I don't know how to keep myself from drowning in the puddle of lies my bed floats in
than to let myself exhale some burnt clove; some bitter mint.
.
Mother
Cigarettes will never be my thing
But the idea that I won't have to slit my wrists for peaceful sleep is what keeps me crawling back to them.
They have a knack for making their way into damaged minds
The smoke makes me feel fuller in crevices he filled with his scent
The ones that opened up into wider cracks
Ever since he stopped coming back at all.
Perhaps, burning myself up slowly is the only way I know
To stop waiting for someone who walked out the door
long back
But still haunts me in my sweetest dreams
And still hasn't really left.

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I do remember those days when I used to say you that you make my day, because the whole day I was waiting ...
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I do remember those days when I used to say you that you make my day, because the whole day I was waiting for you to show up... And what did you say in return? That you don't know with how many guys I talk to and what I talk... Do you even know how I felt? But I kept calm because even though you have no idea, ... I do remember those days when I used to say you that you make my day, because the whole day I was waiting for you to show up... And what did you say in return? That you don't know with how many guys I talk to and what I talk... Do you even know how I felt? But I kept calm because even though you have no idea, I know that it's you what I wanted...
But truly speaking, gone are those days... Because the patience I keep to face all the people around me, I use it all on you, you just one person and thus I have no more patience to face other people and I go hard on them and on myself... But the question arises that why do I still talk to you? Oh please that's not my wish or what I want, it's for that girl who used to say herself that no matter what happens tomorrow if you ever need me, I will be there... Feels like trapped in my own cage...
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Sitting in the dentist's waiting room is incredibly dull ⏱ #poem #poems #poetry #poet #poetsofinstagram ...
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Sitting in the dentist's waiting room is incredibly dull ⏱ #poem #poems #poetry #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #wordporn #writing #writer #writersofinstagram #writersofig #elissacox #spilledink Sitting in the dentist's waiting room is incredibly dull ⏱ #poem #poems #poetry #poet #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #wordporn #writing #writer #writersofinstagram #writersofig #elissacox #spilledink
I’ve never been a big fan of the idea that “time heals all wounds”. Reason? Well, largely because ...
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I’ve never been a big fan of the idea that “time heals all wounds”. Reason? Well, largely because it doesn’t work that way. The funny thing about pain is that, like a scab, superficially it may be healing, but there is still a lot going on underneath. If something happens to break that scab back ... I’ve never been a big fan of the idea that “time heals all wounds”. Reason? Well, largely because it doesn’t work that way. The funny thing about pain is that, like a scab, superficially it may be healing, but there is still a lot going on underneath. If something happens to break that scab back open, guess what comes back: the pain, the blood, the tears. The same goes for those internal struggles and battles, we may superficially get better, but does that mean it it healed? No. Not in my book. The more you sit an wait for time to heal your pain and emotions, the more you are exposing yourself to having it rip back open. But with time, that “cut” doesn’t bleed, it turns into other things: anxiety, anger, resentment, depression. Time isn’t a healer, talking is. Working through it is. Don’t bottle yourself up waiting for time to run its course, because all time is doing is stewing that pain up in your heart. Release that negative energy, find your inner peace.
#anmoore
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-- Let's meet in the space where truth and magic bind us eternally in love -- I am waiting patiently for ...
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-- Let's meet in the space where truth and magic bind us eternally in love -- I am waiting patiently for you, I will greet you tenderly -- || written by Susana Zatarain #poem #poetry #writers #writersofinstagram #micropoetry #poetry #instapoetry #poetsofinstagram #poets ... --
Let's meet
in the space
where truth
and magic
bind us
eternally
in love
--
I am waiting
patiently
for you,
I will greet you
tenderly
--
|| written by Susana Zatarain #poem #poetry #writers #writersofinstagram #micropoetry #poetry #instapoetry #poetsofinstagram #poets #poem #poetry_addicts #poetrysociety #poetic #poetsofig #igpoets #instapoets #love #lovepoem #lovers #relationship #haiku #neruda #rumi #rupikaur #susanazatarain #susana #letsmeet #truth #magic #waiting #patience #tender
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there’s so much more than what I write, waiting somehow to get it right. the words choked up, in ...
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there’s so much more than what I write, waiting somehow to get it right. the words choked up, in throat or thought, someway, somehow, someday or not, will get out, maybe, maybe not, until the soda bubbles in me burst away, till it doesn’t feel so sad on any day, there will be so much more ... there’s so much more than what I write,
waiting somehow to get it right.
the words choked up,
in throat or thought,
someway, somehow, someday or not,
will get out,
maybe, maybe not,
until the soda bubbles in me burst away,
till it doesn’t feel so sad on any day,
there will be so much more than I would want to write,
waiting somehow to get it all right.

there's a half moon in the picture which i didn't realise was there until i thought of posting this picture.
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 #waiting #waitinggame #next #calm #warrior #breakdown #strong #no #rawandjaded #poetsofig ...
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POEM BELOW: I pulled the last penny from my pocket; opposite of the one that held my shaking hand; ...
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POEM BELOW: I pulled the last penny from my pocket; opposite of the one that held my shaking hand; still trembling from over a hundred (times three) days of constant sorrow. My feet lay elevated and rested at that place we used to go, where our shoelaces kissed the rippled water, peacefully. ... POEM BELOW:
I pulled the last penny from my pocket; opposite of the one that held my shaking hand; still trembling from over a hundred (times three) days of constant sorrow. My feet lay elevated and rested at that place we used to go, where our shoelaces kissed the rippled water, peacefully.
This was our place.

We would talk about the dreams and the wishes that came before us, the people they belonged to, and even wondered which of those hope-filled aspirations ever did come true.
I remember one night you held out your hand with a mountain of change and I quickly grabbed the only penny that you had. I laughed (with joy) as I kissed your forehead and flung that penny into the wishing well where our feet were perched. "Don't worry, my dear, my wish benefits you too." You smirked (while joking) that I stole your wish as you told me that I owed you one some day. I assured you my wish held more than a thousand wishes and that everyone involved you. .
You smiled at our place. (You always smiled at our place.) .
So here I am today (months later) with my last penny in hand, torn between selfishness and selflessness. A trail of broken dreams and broken promises behind me, and semi-broken hope for any ever coming true. I see pennies gleaming from the well as I drop my head to pray: "Dear God, if she ever finds her way back to this place there's a chance that she's broken too. Can you protect her like you've protected me? Can you give her the hope that she needs, the Spirit and belief so that she can grow closer too? And lastly, can you let her know that the wish that I stole, was for her to always know You?" (And just in case you're reading this, between the two red bricks there's a flower pot. Underneath it, there's a wish waiting for you, and God is waiting too.)
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In the sweetness and struggle of everyday: Love Is waiting for us . Photo from the archives. Poem ...
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In the sweetness and struggle of everyday: Love Is waiting for us . Photo from the archives. Poem from last week. . New Class for Autumn! Wednesdays 5pm. Starting October 3rd: Kundalini Light - Shorter exercises, longer rest times. . Upcoming classes: Friday, October 6th 6:15pm ... In the sweetness and
struggle of everyday: Love
Is waiting for us .
Photo from the archives. Poem from last week. .
New Class for Autumn! Wednesdays 5pm. Starting October 3rd: Kundalini Light - Shorter exercises, longer rest times.
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Upcoming classes:
Friday, October 6th
6:15pm Kundalini Yoga
8pm Gong Meditation
Saturday, October 7th
11am Kundalini Yoga .
Wednesday Oct 10th
5pm Kundalini Light
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JOY Yoga Dalston
27D Dalston Lane
London
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Friday, October 19th
1:45-2:15pm
MINDBODY Open Class at Om Yoga Show: Mastering the Mind with Kundalini Yoga .
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POEM BELOW: The Angel came upon a broken butterfly who was laboring for his flight. "Here. Take ...
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POEM BELOW: The Angel came upon a broken butterfly who was laboring for his flight. "Here. Take my wings and continue with your journey; go live to see another day; let your fragile beauty flutter with the wind." The enfeebled butterfly looked up to the Angel: "I can't take your wings. How ... POEM BELOW:
The Angel came upon a broken butterfly who was laboring for his flight. "Here. Take my wings and continue with your journey; go live to see another day; let your fragile beauty flutter with the wind." The enfeebled butterfly looked up to the Angel: "I can't take your wings. How will you get to where you're going to help those broken people?" The Angel replied: "Here is where I'm meant to be. I've now done what I am meant to do. I'm everywhere inside of you. You're the Nectar of the Earth, a Keeper of the Beauty, go fly!" The puzzled butterfly, stunned by the kind gesture, went mute in his reply. The Angel continued, "I am the Nectar of God. The people of the Earth can't see me, though they can see you. I'm in every falling feather, every blooming flower and every child-like glow. But you're the Messenger of Peace, comfort in dreams and today you'll take these wings to fly! Now I'll be in Heaven waiting, so keep these wings and paint this Earth with beauty. I'll be expecting you, like God is too, but before He calls upon your soul, He calls upon you to find those lost and lonely humans. So keep these wings and spread your Faith; we want broken people." .
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Aadrita Roy (@aadritaaa) writes a #Collaboration [ 140 ] on #KarKeDekh Still waiting for the ...
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Aadrita Roy (@aadritaaa) writes a #Collaboration [ 140 ] on #KarKeDekh Still waiting for the right moment to start what you’ve been wanting to for the longest time? With @HP_India, we tell you that the moment to take the first step is, right now. This Teacher’s Day, learn by creating ... Aadrita Roy (@aadritaaa) writes a #Collaboration [ 140 ] on #KarKeDekh

Still waiting for the right moment to start what you’ve
been wanting to for the longest time?

With @HP_India, we tell you that the moment to take
the first step is, right now.

This Teacher’s Day, learn by creating new experiences.

#KarKeDekh.

Watch the video at https://www.facebook.com/HPIndia/videos/10156610264494282/ (Link in bio)

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I'LL LET YOU KNOW - Ishita Negi My bedsheets might be tired of cigarette butts and ashes, so I'll ...
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I'LL LET YOU KNOW - Ishita Negi My bedsheets might be tired of cigarette butts and ashes, so I'll be calling you tonight. I'll watch as you come running. In this cabin by the lake, I'm waiting. No ripples in the water, no footsteps on the fresh snow, no life in the woods and still you'd show ... I'LL LET YOU KNOW - Ishita Negi

My bedsheets might be tired of cigarette butts and ashes, so I'll be calling you tonight. I'll watch as you come running. In this cabin by the lake, I'm waiting.

No ripples in the water, no footsteps on the fresh snow, no life in the woods and still you'd show up at my door.
The night is starlit, but you pull the curtains and I light a lamp, burn my hand.

I'll caress the scratches on your back while looking at your face. You won't look into my eyes and I won't try to find a different person in you.

I told you once that hope is an anchor. It is. It buries its fluke in your chest and takes your heart out. There's an empty space between my lungs and ribs, but there it still remains. The hope.

I'll pretend to be asleep when you leave in the morning, hoping that you'd wake me up to say goodbye, knowing that you won't.

Soon I'll walk miles to stare hopelessly, helplessly at your door before finally calling your cellphone. "Hey, can you see me for a while?" "Sorry, I'm not home." "When can I come again?" I'll hope for a different reply in vain. "I'll let you know."
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I remember when you used to find every single page of me to be enthralling, as if you couldn't wait ...
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I remember when you used to find every single page of me to be enthralling, as if you couldn't wait to read and re-read my pages. Maybe you're just stuck at a boring chapter now, or maybe you've had enough of my stories. But I still wish you would try to read me again, as if I were your first book. Because ... I remember when you used to find every single page of me to be enthralling, as if you couldn't wait to read and re-read my pages. Maybe you're just stuck at a boring chapter now, or maybe you've had enough of my stories. But I still wish you would try to read me again, as if I were your first book. Because I'm still here, writing on, and waiting for us to write our chapters together.

My work and my signed copies of my latest book, Questions to our Answers ships worldwide via my Etsy page (link in profile). QTOA can also be found in major leading bookstores in Singapore, Malaysia and the Philippines! . #writingcommunity #love #quotes #writer #wordgasm #quote #writersofinstagram #timothyjoshua #quotestoliveby #spilledink #writing #poetsofig #poemoftheday #poem #poetrycommunity #igpoetry #typewriter #author #poet #wordporn #typewriterpoetry #poetry #qotd #poetsofinstagram #poemsporn #reader #books #creativewriting
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-- Let's meet in the space where truth and magic bind us eternally in love -- I am waiting patiently for ...
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-- Let's meet in the space where truth and magic bind us eternally in love -- I am waiting patiently for you, I will greet you tenderly -- || written by Susana Zatarain #poem #poetry #writers #writersofinstagram #micropoetry #poetry #instapoetry #poetsofinstagram #poets ... --
Let's meet
in the space
where truth
and magic
bind us
eternally
in love
--
I am waiting
patiently
for you,
I will greet you
tenderly
--
|| written by Susana Zatarain #poem #poetry #writers #writersofinstagram #micropoetry #poetry #instapoetry #poetsofinstagram #poets #poem #poetry_addicts #poetrysociety #poetic #poetsofig #igpoets #instapoets #love #lovepoem #lovers #relationship #haiku #neruda #rumi #rupikaur #susanazatarain #susana #letsmeet #truth #magic #waiting #patience #tender
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-- Let's meet in the space where truth and magic bind us eternally in love -- I am waiting patiently for ...
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-- Let's meet in the space where truth and magic bind us eternally in love -- I am waiting patiently for you, I will greet you tenderly -- || written by Susana Zatarain #poem #poetry #writers #writersofinstagram #micropoetry #poetry #instapoetry #poetsofinstagram #poets ... --
Let's meet
in the space
where truth
and magic
bind us
eternally
in love
--
I am waiting
patiently
for you,
I will greet you
tenderly
--
|| written by Susana Zatarain #poem #poetry #writers #writersofinstagram #micropoetry #poetry #instapoetry #poetsofinstagram #poets #poem #poetry_addicts #poetrysociety #poetic #poetsofig #igpoets #instapoets #love #lovepoem #lovers #relationship #haiku #neruda #rumi #rupikaur #susanazatarain #susana #letsmeet #truth #magic #waiting #patience #tender
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Everyday will look the same until you decide it's not going to be the same. Today I woke up different<span class="emoji emoji1f64c"></span>🏻 ...
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Everyday will look the same until you decide it's not going to be the same. Today I woke up different🏻 There are some things in life you don't have to wait for God to tell you to do. Think about how you want to be remembered? Act NOW. Stop waiting. Attack. If you've been waiting for Sign or ... Everyday will look the same until you decide it's not going to be the same. Today I woke up different🙌🏻 There are some things in life you don't have to wait for God to tell you to do.
Think about how you want to be remembered?

Act NOW.
Stop waiting. Attack.
If you've been waiting for Sign or God to show up in your life, maybe he's been waiting for you to just step up!
Stop waiting passively.
I wonder how many times people stay complacent waiting for someone else to act.

There are people in our lives waiting for us to show them it's worth it.
Live the life we were created to live.

It's not just about you or me?
There is a bigger story that's being played out pay attention to the signs, they are all around us. 💥💥💥 •




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THE SEAS THAT WE'VE LOST - Sayan Sen (@thesayanishere) I return to the room and sit at the edge of ...
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THE SEAS THAT WE'VE LOST - Sayan Sen (@thesayanishere) I return to the room and sit at the edge of the bed, watching time tick slowly away, falling precariously from the watch's waiting hands. She is fast asleep, her soft snores reminding me of the first time she'd been over. Thirteen years, ... THE SEAS THAT WE'VE LOST - Sayan Sen (@thesayanishere)

I return to the room and sit at the edge of the bed, watching time tick slowly away, falling precariously from the watch's waiting hands. She is fast asleep, her soft snores reminding me of the first time she'd been over. Thirteen years, eleven of them married, later, nostalgia looks the same as longing.

Our lives have turn wet with the endlessness of leftover emotions, love that has dried over time, become paper-thin and fallen apart, withering with the aging seasons. What is it about the monotonicity of life? And how did it find us? How did we go from craving each other to craving the space left in between?

Still, I look at you, your hands lying beside you, half-open. Something takes shape and I slide over, curl my fingers over yours. Your breath is warm and my skin remembers it. More than it remembers anything else. There have been worlds that we've seen begin and end in the words we reserved for each other. And in the same words now, we nurture distance.

All my thoughts come together into a massive ball of dampness. My eyes search for answers but the questions are hazy and I don't know what to look for. I want to go back to when love seemed to be enough, when she and I weren't a home to all the coldness in this universe.

I turn the lights down, the dimness aching inside me, slowly taking over. I submerge myself, give in to this feeling. The tears come, like floods, incessant, undulating, irrepressible. My head hits the pillow beside her, her breath on mine. And in that unflinching moment, in her sleep, almost instinctively she turns to me, pushes her head on my chest and resumes the softest of snores.

And somewhere, like something I'd lost forever, my universe shakes and falls back into place, again.

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The writhing pain that a plant endures when the bud is split apart from within to release the petals, ...
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The writhing pain that a plant endures when the bud is split apart from within to release the petals, to flower in all its glory and showcase its beauty to the world is a reminder that beauty is a beast trapped within you, waiting to roar, waiting to tear apart if you let it, waiting to be recognised ... The writhing pain that a plant endures when the bud is split apart from within to release the petals, to flower in all its glory and showcase its beauty to the world is a reminder that beauty is a beast trapped within you, waiting to roar, waiting to tear apart if you let it, waiting to be recognised and to soar, waiting to ebb and flow, if you let it. Let it.

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TIMED OUT - Tapoja Roy (@tapojaroy) Every day when I’m in the middle of a particularly boring meeting, ...
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TIMED OUT - Tapoja Roy (@tapojaroy) Every day when I’m in the middle of a particularly boring meeting, or during the wee hours of dusk waiting for the socially acceptable time to leave work, When I’m stuck on a call where the other person won’t stop talking, When I’m waiting for the new episode ... TIMED OUT - Tapoja Roy (@tapojaroy)

Every day when I’m in the middle of a particularly boring meeting, or during the wee hours of dusk waiting for the socially acceptable time to leave work,
When I’m stuck on a call where the other person won’t stop talking,
When I’m waiting for the new episode of a show that I got myself addicted to because the white pills dissolve faster now than it used to five years back,
When I’m waiting for the white pills to start working,
When I’m waiting for the song that the radio show host announced three songs and twenty-three advertisements back to play,
When I’m too early at the airport and I’ve to sit and watch little kids making an excruciatingly annoying mess,

I wish time moved fucking fast and that the hands of the watch wouldn’t be such slow turds, fucking with my head.

Sometimes, when I’m by the beach and the wind creates ripples in the sunlight on the waves,
When there’s an expiry date on a relationship that I know won’t last but the heart aches knowing that I couldn’t fool myself this time either,
When the sound of laughter is so much from the gut that I’d do anything to tape the joke that my friend made so that I can watch it on days it takes a lot to even smile,
When his eyes, oh damn his eyes, turn the perfect shade of brown in the share of sunlight that’s only ours, and I don’t mind the sound of the rustle of the leaves flowing into the rustle of our satin bedsheets,
When I come across a piece of poetry that sets in motion an abstruse urge of sadness,

I wish time stopped and the Universe forgot it exists.

But only when,
when you tell me,
that you need more time,

I wish that it both moved fast
And stopped completely.

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Our days are spent in waiting. Waiting for the next day off. Waiting for the next date night. Waiting ...
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Our days are spent in waiting. Waiting for the next day off. Waiting for the next date night. Waiting for the weekend, the vacation, the holiday. We spend our sundays longing for friday; each day, yearning the next. They’re stepping stones to the weekend, the only 2 and a half days that seem ... Our days are spent in waiting. Waiting for the next day off. Waiting for the next date night. Waiting for the weekend, the vacation, the holiday. We spend our sundays longing for friday; each day, yearning the next. They’re stepping stones to the weekend, the only 2 and a half days that seem to matter. We highlight the anniversary, but ignore the 365 days leading to it. But the “I can’t wait to grow old with you’s” really should wait. The “I just want to be in the real world already’s” should savor the conveniences and freedoms of college. From an early age, we strived to be one year older. We wanted to be big kids. Then we wanted to be a teen- we longed for it. But being thirteen wasn’t good enough; we wanted to drive. We wished our high school years away because all we wanted was to leave our childhood home and cruise the streets of independence. We have always been taught to wait. “It gets better.” “College will be the best days of your life.” “You’ll be happier when you settle down.” But the happiest times in my life were the days I wished away. I used to cry in my mother’s arms because my biggest fear was growing old. I told my dad I’d never leave the house; that my husband would just have to move in. But somewhere throughout those years, I grew up. And I’m convinced that we wish away our days because we will never get back the ones we long for. We long for the weekends, the holidays because we long for a taste of freedom, a taste of our childhood. ©angelmpoetry #poetry #poems #poem #poet #poets #poetsofig #poetsofinsta #poetsofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poemsporn #writing #spilledink #childrenofink #instapoetry #poetrycommunity #wordporn #words #quotes #love #feelings #rupikaur #childhood #growingup #weekends #idontwanttogrowup #angelmpoetry
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 #spokenword end of #napowrimo #nationalpoetrymonth 12/30 #poetry #poem #poet #poems #poets ...
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#spokenword end of #napowrimo #nationalpoetrymonth 12/30 #poetry #poem #poet #poems #poets "EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED " My view on Trumpers is: You didnt expect that end/ Some voted twice for barack& have diverse friends/ Well, you had more diverse friends back then/ But you're comfortable ... #spokenword end of #napowrimo #nationalpoetrymonth 12/30 #poetry #poem #poet #poems #poets "EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED "

My view on Trumpers is:
You didnt expect that end/
Some voted twice for barack& have diverse friends/
Well, you had more diverse friends back then/
But you're comfortable with the recent way you're acting/
You dont mind if you piss a few people off/
You say,"If you dont like it, than leave! Get lost"/
When liberals tell you their concerns, you tell them," Please! You're soft"/
Your view on Donald Trump is that he's the boss/
You got people who spent their focus their efforts on resist/
In your eyes they should assist/
You in helping you get rich/
H1B workers, you wanna let them go/
You dont care that they're heading to Toronto/
It doesnt bother you that the tourism industry slowed/
Whats up with coals?/
When more Carrier plants closed/
We heard " Oh Nos"/
As of lately, those/
Gas prices are about to blow/ & you listen to Michelle Wolf like" say it aint so"/
Meanwhile, you' re waiting for liberals & others to try & win you over/
The amount willing to attempt gets lower & lower/
Are you pleased with ICE? Sure/
But you believe trump should punish minorities more/
Because you dont mind when nonwhites live on the street/
Anything so that you& your kids do not compete/
You didnt expect that
You didnt expect that
You didnt expect that, oh no/
Thought by now things would be under control/
You didnt expect that
You didnt expect that
You didnt expect that, oh no
Thought trump would fix all your problems with a magic wand/
Not in the position to admit they were conned../
You didnt expect that

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If you consider yourself a fan of the female form, the creatrix, the body— the earth of her flesh. . Be ...
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If you consider yourself a fan of the female form, the creatrix, the body— the earth of her flesh. . Be a fan of the whole. Complete. Beautiful. Design of nature. . The infinite eye of the universe doesn’t orchestrate sunsets with even one too many color, doesn’t give oceans waves ... If you consider yourself a fan
of the female form,
the creatrix,
the body—
the earth of her flesh.
.
Be a fan of the whole.
Complete.
Beautiful.
Design of nature.
.
The infinite eye of the universe
doesn’t orchestrate sunsets
with even one
too many color,
doesn’t give oceans
waves it can’t sustain.
.
If your idea of feminine beauty
is so fragile,
it can’t exist in it’s natural state,
ask yourself—
were you born with these tenuous, limiting beliefs?
Or were you brainwashed,
indoctrinated?
.
If you consider yourself a fan,
lover, admirer or obsessor,
then be a fan of the REAL—
not the imaginary ideal
Western white men have sold to you:
of a body void
of tips of breasts,
and body hair, from brow to toe,
with disproportionate everything,
and heels that never touch the ground.
Always painted faces.
A single skin tone.
.
Do not deprive yourself
with that fool’s gold
of subtle replacements,
you are worth so much more than that.
Drink in this world’s richness
unfiltered by human hands
and expectations.
.
Allow yourself to savor the truth,
to hold it gently in your palms,
to fall in love, easy.
Grow from rose fragrance
to rose garden,
full of blooms;
natural and artificial flavors
to pure essence.
.
There’s a scratch I know
you want to itch
that feels like wild,
feels like free.
I’m here to tell you,
what you crave exists,
only recently buried
by storms of capitalism
and technology.
.
I’m here to tell you
we exist,
that nature still thrives
undoctored.
.
And we’ve been waiting,
patiently.
Waiting for you to remember.
.
.
.
.
Body art and photography by the lovely @davetherainbow✨🌈
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#bodyart #bodypaint #bodypositive #freethebody #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poem #writer #writing #words #art #selflove #bodylove #effyourbeautystandards #beauty #love #nude #nudeshoot #nudephotography #nudes #nature #blacklight #creative #creativewriting #creativelifehappylife #creatrix #womenempowerment #womenpower
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•waiting for that knock on my fucking door• i could lie and say i have stopped hoping - but its something ...
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•waiting for that knock on my fucking door• i could lie and say i have stopped hoping - but its something even i cant make myself believe. waiting for a message or text, anything to show me that i am worth that sort of fight- the same fight "colorado" always loved to see me put up for him. every ... •waiting for that knock on my fucking door•

i could lie and say i have stopped hoping - but its something even i cant make myself believe. waiting for a message or text, anything to show me that i am worth that sort of fight- the same fight "colorado" always loved to see me put up for him. every minute that passes, validation of the real truth here. i should really just give up.
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Broken souls, in the shadow of light, lost, sunk down to the bottom of the sea, waiting for something ...
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Broken souls, in the shadow of light, lost, sunk down to the bottom of the sea, waiting for something to bring them back. Waiting for something, that puts them back together, Bit by bit. But this something will never come, because that hope they cling to, does not exist, it is nothing ... Broken souls,
in the shadow of light,
lost,
sunk down to the bottom of the sea,
waiting for something to bring them back.
Waiting for something,
that puts them back together,
Bit by bit.
But this something will never come,
because that hope they cling to, does not exist,
it is nothing more than an illusion
which finally turns them into dust in the dark of the sea.
-Ziggy
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#poetic #poems #poem #creativewriting #igpoemsociety #wordsofwisdom #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetrybook #poet #bookworm #bookstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetryisnotdead #writerslife #writingcommunity #writersoninstagram #writers
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How alone can one heart be? Caged inside a mind of a melody; Written beneath the skin of summer skies Kissed ...
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How alone can one heart be? Caged inside a mind of a melody; Written beneath the skin of summer skies Kissed by an angel that had to say goodbye How alone can this heart be? As this heart sings to a melody about the unwritten calamity waiting to happen, ya, you'll see. Waiting longer ... How alone can one heart be?
Caged inside a mind of a melody;
Written beneath the skin of summer
skies
Kissed by an angel that had to say
goodbye
How alone can this heart be?
As this heart sings to a melody
about the unwritten calamity
waiting to happen, ya, you'll see.
Waiting longer for my eyes to creep
past all the moments of serenity.
And it all happens so casually.
Ya, it happens so casually... @dragonwolfff_ #deep #vulnerable #sensual #poem #poet #poetry #creative #creativewriting #spilledwords #spilledthoughts #spilledink #typography #love #passion #fun #exciting #inspiration #motivation #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #writerslife #writerscorner #idea #freeverse #prose #lyric #musical
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Are you really waiting for me? Are you really saying "never!" to me? Are you really who I think you ...
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Are you really waiting for me? Are you really saying "never!" to me? Are you really who I think you might be? Or are you just waiting for the right moment to destroy me? ... #FaroohzTalk #FaroohzWrites #poetry #poem #poet #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writing #poetsofig ... Are you really waiting for me?
Are you really saying "never!" to me?
Are you really who I think you might be?
Or are you just waiting for the right moment to destroy me?
...
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Dear will-buy-now-read-later bibliophile, You are the kind of people that give me trust issues. ...
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Dear will-buy-now-read-later bibliophile, You are the kind of people that give me trust issues. No kidding. Every time you are traveling, have some extra cash to burn (or not!) or are simply visiting a bookstore to buy a gift, you end up buying whatever catches your fancy. You come back, ... Dear will-buy-now-read-later bibliophile,

You are the kind of people that give me trust issues. No kidding.

Every time you are traveling, have some extra cash to burn (or not!) or are simply visiting a bookstore to buy a gift, you end up buying whatever catches your fancy. You come back, look at the books with a glee of achievement and a few hours later, when you are done for the day, you turn to Netflix and chill till you fall asleep.

But the paperbacks and super-expensive hardcovers you bought last year and posed with on Instagram with #bibliophileforlife, what about them? Did you ever stop by to think or were you too busy waiting for the next season of GoT?

You say you love the smell of new books and I don't think you are lying at all but let me remind you if you happened to forget, books are meant to be read. You can head to a perfume store if smell is what you require.

And then when someday you decide to live up to your tag of being a book lover, why is it only the stuff that you have already read that you pick up again? Yeah, I understand that Hogwarts is still your dream destination but how would you know about the rest if you never tried? For all you know, there's a land of humans who have zombies for dinner!

Are you listening (reading), careless bibliophile?

Yours and yours truly,
a book waiting to be read
.
~ Deb Roy (@theparadoxwhowrites)

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AND YET IT SPEAKS - Zahra Rizvi (@zaaraofthesea) my best poetry hides in asymmetrical corners of ...
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AND YET IT SPEAKS - Zahra Rizvi (@zaaraofthesea) my best poetry hides in asymmetrical corners of buildings that have been ordered to be taken down, in parks, under swings that are too rusty to be used and will soon be uprooted and replaced, on the underside of cars waiting to be incinerated, ... AND YET IT SPEAKS - Zahra Rizvi (@zaaraofthesea)

my best poetry hides in asymmetrical corners
of buildings that have been ordered to be taken down,
in parks, under swings that are too rusty to be used
and will soon be uprooted and replaced,
on the underside of cars waiting to be incinerated,
in the contested pieces of plot land between
a family of warring brothers and a dead father
who didn't leave behind a will but a daughter,
in reported posts and blocked accounts
of sites and apps that have an agenda of their own,
in all the conversations my friends changed
because it got too uncomfortable for
the scope of our relationship,
in pending court cases and mysterious disappearances,
and threats and accusations and knives on my back.
my best poetry is interrupted--
and yet it speaks.

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