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. hiding in a casket waiting to be found six feet under shouting and still no sound . . . . . . . . #art ...
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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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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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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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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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It was the quiet moments, you see. The silence. The calm before the storm. It was an eerie hush that ...
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It was the quiet moments, you see. The silence. The calm before the storm. It was an eerie hush that fell over everything and the only sound I could hear was my heartbeat rushing through my ears and the air moving in and out of my lungs. In those moments, I waited. Hoped. Begged to the universe, ... It was the quiet moments, you see. The silence. The calm before the storm. It was an eerie hush that fell over everything and the only sound I could hear was my heartbeat rushing through my ears and the air moving in and out of my lungs. In those moments, I waited. Hoped. Begged to the universe, "Please, let this night end right here and now. Don't let it turn into the nightmare I know so well." Those were the moments that haunted me the most. It was the waiting. Not knowing. And I suppose that's why I'm always scared. Always on edge.
— Q u i e t M o m e n t s
© Sarah Doughty
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Please, let me wake up.
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Illustration by the incredible @charlotte.illu.
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All the thoughts in my head freeze up when you come into view. I'm caught off guard, you see. Because ...
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All the thoughts in my head freeze up when you come into view. I'm caught off guard, you see. Because you are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on. And I can't help myself. I just want all of you. Right now. You can bring your honey and all your fire, but it won't be enough. I will never ... All the thoughts in my head freeze up when you come into view. I'm caught off guard, you see. Because you are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on. And I can't help myself. I just want all of you. Right now. You can bring your honey and all your fire, but it won't be enough. I will never tire of you. Together, we will set this world aflame. And we'll only be beginning.
— T h i s W a n t i n g
© Sarah Doughty
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The time is now, so don't keep me waiting.
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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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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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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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Just a fun short on the inner workings of my mentality approaching writing. Enjoy! Precise Pixels: My ...
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Just a fun short on the inner workings of my mentality approaching writing. Enjoy! Precise Pixels: My thoughts are pixels Running through my mind Waiting for me to find time to organize Spilling them out onto this LCD screen Rearranging to make them mean something Slowly situating ... Just a fun short on the inner workings of my mentality approaching writing. Enjoy!
Precise Pixels:
My thoughts are pixels
Running through my mind
Waiting for me to find time to organize
Spilling them out onto this LCD screen
Rearranging to make them mean something
Slowly situating to harmonize nicely
Persistently permeating pixels precisely
Moving my inner thoughts to permanence
Digital consistence forever in existence
My brain streaming to digital screening
Demanding expanding standing in media branding
Welcome to my fun word world
Have fun reading with your tongue curled
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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
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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.
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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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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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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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You roam in the night, haunted by ghosts which pull the hair dying on your head as much as the torments ...
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You roam in the night, haunted by ghosts which pull the hair dying on your head as much as the torments infesting your heart like bleeding weeds. And you lament you're an unfortunate being, the favourite victim and slave of a tyrant master, an aching puppet mercilessly sent to crash against ... You roam in the night, haunted by ghosts which pull the hair dying on your head as much as the torments infesting your heart like bleeding weeds.
And you lament you're an unfortunate being, the favourite victim and slave of a tyrant master, an aching puppet mercilessly sent to crash against the pillars of a theatre, a dislocated marionette whose strings are maneuvered by a cruel puppeteer craving to make you experience on your whole being the nuclear storm shaking its-his-her essence down to its foundations.
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Your excruciating soul.
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But look, beloved creature, whose toes are flickering butterfly wings on the sharp border of your counted time before the greatest leap!
Look, down the precipice ahead, down the darkness whose mystery you can only infer like a sage, and imagine and populate like a child.
Look at its border, and recognize in its deceiving nature, that of an end, the paradigmatic reason of each and every agitation in the magmatic cauldron of your earthly fears, concerns, passions, and hopes.
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It's yourself, in truth, in all of your existential limits of creature, the one who's dragging yourself with the most ferocious virulence, after your secret quest for an eternal and perfect happiness which can't just belong here, where everything can't but expire in silence, even the word "eternity", and we must compromise with a stretched contentment.
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But your soul, she-he was given a name which never ends, and the infinity in each and every of the endless dimensions existing, it's his-her perennial bliss.
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Your soul is immersed, and interwoven, in the most absolute and complete perfection.
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What are you waiting, to close your eyes and let her-his disarming hug make you feel at home?
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Artwork and words:
© Daniele Bergamini @danbergam
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Inspired by a writeup by @enchanting_infinities
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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 ...
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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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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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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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Sitting in the dentist's waiting room is incredibly dull ⏱ #poem #poems #poetry #poet #poetsofinstagram ...
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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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This poem was written in request by a follower of mine, she wanted me to write a poem to dedicate to ...
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This poem was written in request by a follower of mine, she wanted me to write a poem to dedicate to her ex, this poem is about her losing the man she loved and how he changed for the worse and yet she’s still waiting on him to come back to his senses and to be with her again. Enjoy this write! #AsSheWaitsForHim ... This poem was written in request by a follower of mine, she wanted me to write a poem to dedicate to her ex, this poem is about her losing the man she loved and how he changed for the worse and yet she’s still waiting on him to come back to his senses and to be with her again. Enjoy this write! #AsSheWaitsForHim #Waiting #Patient #Love #Relationships #Hurting #She #Him #He #Her #LoveLost #PatientLove #WaitingForHim #Heartbroken #Poem #Poetry #Poet #SpokenWord #Writer #Literature #Art #Creative #Creativity #Muse #Personal #Life #Original <Feel free to DM me and make a request if you want me to write something for you>
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“But sometimes I pray, sometimes I stare at the stars and think my words travel further than light, ...
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“But sometimes I pray, sometimes I stare at the stars and think my words travel further than light, that my lungs are strong enough to whisper my dreams to the ethereal. That if I plant flowers beneath your feet you’ll pick them for me. But I’m left with tulips and dried roses, I’m left with a quiet ... “But sometimes I pray, sometimes I stare at the stars and think my words travel further than light, that my lungs are strong enough to whisper my dreams to the ethereal. That if I plant flowers beneath your feet you’ll pick them for me. But I’m left with tulips and dried roses, I’m left with a quiet trembling, a stunted growth. For every wildflower I plant a thorn, and for every softly spoken love song I carve a dirge into my chest. Where do I find my Eros? Where is my gentle shower, my moment of perfect peace? I have given every drop of blood for love. I’ve given every ounce of trust, every finite moment of perfection, just to hear someone say “you are mine and that is eternal”. I am still waiting for my tide to return..” #davewise #wordswithkings #smile #poetry #quote #wordporn #love #poet #amazing #life #poem #emotion #instaquote #cool #poetsofig #writer #happy #photooftheday #beautiful #bestoftheday #quotes #beautiful #thoughts #artist #typewriter #fun #wordporn #lovequotes #art #inspiration #writing #quoteoftheday
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I've been waiting. For a long time now, I've been waiting. What for, you might ask. Something. ...
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I've been waiting. For a long time now, I've been waiting. What for, you might ask. Something. Anything. I brought pen to paper but nothing. The page remained empty; a reflection of myself within. The canvas that should have been decorated with ink remained without stain. Perhaps, ... I've been waiting.
For a long time now, I've been waiting.
What for, you might ask.
Something. Anything.
I brought pen to paper but nothing.
The page remained empty; a reflection of myself within.
The canvas that should have been decorated with ink remained without stain.
Perhaps, it was because of my stain-less heart.
It had forgotten how to bleed. Yet again.

I brought head to ground; the place where a believer and his Lord meets.
Yet nothing.
The blessed words that I whispered out to praise Him remained just that - a whisper.
A whisper that was perhaps lost amongst other whispers.

I brought hand to hand and raised them high.
I was a slave, a beggar, at the Mercy of my Master.
Whilst others rubbed genie lamps or wished upon a shooting star,
I just had to raise my hands and ask.
But nothing.
My hands were raised, My mouth open.
Yet no words escaped.
Nothing.
My eyes so eager to cry remained tearless.
I was enveloped in nothing-ness.
I felt nothing. But I wanted to.
So I prayed. I strived. I carried on.
I praised my Lord, raised my hands to Him.
I sacrificed, gave myself to Him.
Then, I waited. "So endure patiently, with a beautiful patience". -70:5

And then it hit me;
A realisation so deep yet profound,
That my silent tears suddenly found its sound.
My empty pages became a book; word bound.
My whispers became a call; I was lost before but now found.
A realisation that it was I who moved back not He.
A realisation that it was I who was holding on to the Dunya just that little bit tighter.
Because I was afraid to fall.
But He made me wait.
He taught me Sabr; the most beautiful kind.
So I let go.
Because I know He was there to catch me.
And He did.

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"Authority" Written by Salkis Re You will be waiting forever if you wait on other people to validate ...
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"Authority" Written by Salkis Re You will be waiting forever if you wait on other people to validate you. People do not posses the power to direct and control their own lives far less yours. You are the authority. You write the script that is your life each day, with every move you make. ... "Authority"
Written by Salkis Re

You will be waiting forever if you wait on other people to validate you.
People do not posses the power to direct and control their own lives far less yours.

You are the authority. You write the script that is your life each day, with every move you make.
Stop giving dominion to others, and dance with your fears until your self doubt becomes as small as the voice of an ant against the wind... "Medicine Woman"
~Salkis Re
Art by Salkis Re
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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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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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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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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
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~ Deb Roy (@theparadoxwhowrites)

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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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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

#poem #poemsofig #poemsofinstagram #poetry #poetryofig #poetryofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetrycommunity #poetrycorner #darkpoetry #spokenword
#instapoet #instapoetry #writing #writer #writersofig #writersofinstagram #poet #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #poemwriter #spilledink #poetrygram #poetryisnotdead #poetryisart #wordsmith #kevin_gurupoetry #poetryclub #poetrylovers #writersofig
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He leads. He manages. He supervises. He innovates. - That is all what people know about Jun de Dios ...
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He leads. He manages. He supervises. He innovates. - That is all what people know about Jun de Dios of AkzoNobel Indonesia. But who knows he has got the talent of writing poems? - "Recently I start to write poems again. It’s been my hobby from a long time ago," he told me in one cloudy yet fine ... He leads. He manages. He supervises. He innovates. -
That is all what people know about Jun de Dios of AkzoNobel Indonesia. But who knows he has got the talent of writing poems? -
"Recently I start to write poems again. It’s been my hobby from a long time ago," he told me in one cloudy yet fine afternoon in the peaceful outskirt of Jakarta. -
Whenever you find him sitting down all by himself with some paper and a pen in hand while waiting for flights at airports, please leave him alone. His mind may be busily working, arranging and picking apt words to be written for the posterity.
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"When will your poem book get published?" I asked enthusiastically. Simply because most CEOs read or write business stuff but how many of them write literary works? I can tell he is a rarity.
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Find his unexpected answer and of course all his business insights you can read nowhere else in my upcoming book "Portraits of Indonesia's Top Foreign CEOs 2018". .
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Imagine having money in your pocket, and a horde of books, in front laid out for you, waiting to be ...
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Imagine having money in your pocket, and a horde of books, in front laid out for you, waiting to be brought. That, my dear friend, is luxury in its purest form. QOTD - Favorite book/author/poet at the moment? #poet #writer #words #books #bookstagram #poem #poemstagram #pen #paper ... Imagine having money in your pocket, and a horde of books, in front laid out for you, waiting to be brought. 🔽
That, my dear friend, is luxury in its purest form.😂❤️
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QOTD - Favorite book/author/poet at the moment?
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From the moment #PabloNeruda could talk<span class="emoji emoji1f476"></span>, he surrounded himself with books<span class="emoji emoji1f4da"></span>. #Bornthisday in ...
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From the moment #PabloNeruda could talk, he surrounded himself with books. #Bornthisday in 1904, Neruda began publishing his #poems when he was just 16. . ‘Pablo Neruda: Poet Of the People’ is a beautifully illustrated✍️, gentle tribute to the popular #Chilean #poet. Writer Monica ... From the moment #PabloNeruda could talk👶, he surrounded himself with books📚. #Bornthisday in 1904🎂, Neruda began publishing his #poems📜 when he was just 16.
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‘Pablo Neruda: Poet Of the People’ is a beautifully illustrated✍️, gentle tribute to the popular #Chilean #poet. Writer Monica Brown and illustrator Julie Paschkis paint a compelling portrait of our #authoroftheweek; a man who saw the world🌎 as a joyful, complex, and beautiful poem waiting to be unveiled.🕊
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Search the NLB mobile app 📲 or nlb.catalogue.gov.sg for more of his #classic #literary works! ☺️
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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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I just want to see how beautiful you truly are, far from what you see you see in the mirror, ...
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I just want to see how beautiful you truly are, far from what you see you see in the mirror, for now, look away from the world, our fingers gently trace, softly, the sun paints light upon your golden skin, hold me closer, your sweater Is softer than cashmere, and palms caress ... I just want
to see how
beautiful
you truly are,
far from what
you see you
see in the
mirror,
for now,
look away
from the
world,
our fingers
gently trace,
softly, the sun
paints light
upon your
golden skin,
hold me closer,
your sweater
Is softer than
cashmere,
and palms
caress
as the sun
rises from
the sea, and
all turns to
watercolor,
these eyes
are special
to me, as
they hold
the secrets
of your heart
I will hold
as it whispers, "for you,
I am a soul
deeply
in love,
wishing
upon a star
among
thousands,
waiting for
your arms
to open my
petals,
I know what
those shining
eyes are hiding,
they are closely
holding a love
greater than
time, I have been
waiting for you,
I want you to know,
you are the
beautiful one
who will be the
sunshine to my
rain, the warmth
I seek to reside
In forever, and
the breathe
of the rose
I wish to
become". #light #cashmere #sun #sea
#watercolor #eyes #secrets
#heart #soul #star #petals
#love #beautifulone #rose
#beauty #poem #poet
#writer #writers #poets
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"My Dirty Little Secret" Written by Salkis Re My heart is pounding while I'm waiting. As I wait ...
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"My Dirty Little Secret" Written by Salkis Re My heart is pounding while I'm waiting. As I wait to see how you will fit inside me. Wanting you to provide a purpose for my lonely flesh. Willed to give you what I have been holding back ever since. I'm a lady scratching at your door to let ... "My Dirty Little Secret"
Written by Salkis Re
My heart is pounding while I'm waiting.
As I wait to see how you will fit inside me.

Wanting you to provide
a purpose for my lonely flesh.
Willed to give you
what I have been holding back ever since.

I'm a lady
scratching at your door to let me in.
I'm a decent lady ready to become a woman
that has made a few sins.
And I pray that you'll sully my mouth
more times than "just" an again.

For once in my life,
I want a dirty little secret to keep.
Cause I'd much rather be impersonating a lady who walks in these streets.

Stop the chatter in my mind,
and distract my worry with your thrusts.
Show me how to take more of you in
without gagging or giving up.

Scold me hard
as you insert yourself
into my secret space.
And whisper dirty explications
of the sins that we have just now made.

Please calm my heart down
by slowing up your pace,
then surprise me with quickening
to make it quiver and me shake.

I walk as a woman now
with the scent of you on me still.
And I smile while tripping on cobble stones holding a lovely secret to spill.

But though excited I truly am,
I still will remain hushed lipped.
Until the time
And when my love becomes
your first and second wind.... "Mistress of Words"
~Salkis Re
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