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  • ▪️ JEGETS TREMMER

Min far siger at vi 
Skal passe på
Jegets tremmer
Den firkant af jernspyd
Der indrammer
Indfanger
Jeget
Fordi vi til tider ynder 
at fortæl’
Os selv
At alle andres ve og vel
Er en forudsætning 
For at vi kan trives
Vi er en følsom flok
Der rives
I stykker indefra
Når andre bløder
Men det er en 
Balancegang
Ikke konstant at være en lappesøgende 
Boomerang
Vi skal lære kunsten at 
Sige nej
Sige stop
For vi skal leve i egen krop 
Også

#jeg #jeget #balance #empati #instadigt #digt #danskdigt #dikt #lyrik #litteratur #dansklyrik #prosa #tanker #livet
  • ▪️ JEGETS TREMMER

    Min far siger at vi
    Skal passe på
    Jegets tremmer
    Den firkant af jernspyd
    Der indrammer
    Indfanger
    Jeget
    Fordi vi til tider ynder
    at fortæl’
    Os selv
    At alle andres ve og vel
    Er en forudsætning
    For at vi kan trives
    Vi er en følsom flok
    Der rives
    I stykker indefra
    Når andre bløder
    Men det er en
    Balancegang
    Ikke konstant at være en lappesøgende
    Boomerang
    Vi skal lære kunsten at
    Sige nej
    Sige stop
    For vi skal leve i egen krop
    Også

    #jeg #jeget #balance #empati #instadigt #digt #danskdigt #dikt #lyrik #litteratur #dansklyrik #prosa #tanker #livet
  • 0 0 2 minutes ago
  • E N E R G I S E  Y O U R  D A Y ⚡️
Who’s with me up and about making the most of these lighter, brighter mornings? Our wellness needs change with the seasons, so it might be time to rethink your morning routine a little. Instead of piling up exercise & chores until later in the day after work (when you’re tired and more likely to bail) maybe you can accomplish them now leaving more time to relax later on? Rather than skipping breakfast, maybe you can set your alarm 10 minutes  earlier and use the extra time to prep something delicious. Here’s some ways I supercharge my day, you might like to try. Happy Thursday early birds, Lucy xxx
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- Sun Salutations - perhaps, there’s not enough time for a whole yoga practice, but a few As & Bs is a great way to greet the day.
- Eat a nutritious breakfast - sounds obvious but I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks I’ll have something later and then never does.
- Take a shower - use an energising body wash & think about 3 things you’re grateful for.
- Drink green tea - we often make milky tea or a grab a takeout coffee mindlessly in the mornings just because that’s what we always do, but is it helping your mood/digestion?.
- Leave the car behind and turn the school run or commute into a cycle/run/walk .
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#calmia #activelifestyle #asana #balance #fitover40 #fortysomething #holisticlifestyle #fitnessmotivation #innerbeauty #innerpeace #livingmybestlife #mindfulness #myyogalife #selfcare #selflove #wellnessblog #wellness #wellbeing #yogafit #yogaforlife #yogajourney #yogamom #yogastyle
  • E N E R G I S E Y O U R D A Y ⚡️
    Who’s with me up and about making the most of these lighter, brighter mornings? Our wellness needs change with the seasons, so it might be time to rethink your morning routine a little. Instead of piling up exercise & chores until later in the day after work (when you’re tired and more likely to bail) maybe you can accomplish them now leaving more time to relax later on? Rather than skipping breakfast, maybe you can set your alarm 10 minutes earlier and use the extra time to prep something delicious. Here’s some ways I supercharge my day, you might like to try. Happy Thursday early birds, Lucy xxx
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    - Sun Salutations - perhaps, there’s not enough time for a whole yoga practice, but a few As & Bs is a great way to greet the day.
    - Eat a nutritious breakfast - sounds obvious but I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks I’ll have something later and then never does.
    - Take a shower - use an energising body wash & think about 3 things you’re grateful for.
    - Drink green tea - we often make milky tea or a grab a takeout coffee mindlessly in the mornings just because that’s what we always do, but is it helping your mood/digestion?.
    - Leave the car behind and turn the school run or commute into a cycle/run/walk .
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    #calmia #activelifestyle #asana #balance #fitover40 #fortysomething #holisticlifestyle #fitnessmotivation #innerbeauty #innerpeace #livingmybestlife #mindfulness #myyogalife #selfcare #selflove #wellnessblog #wellness #wellbeing #yogafit #yogaforlife #yogajourney #yogamom #yogastyle
  • 5 0 2 minutes ago
  • DAY 6 - 🌀The Throat chakra🌀 is the voice of the body. It is a pressure valve that allows the energy from the other chakra to be expressed. If it is out of balance or blocked it can affect the health of the other chakras. When it is in balance we can express what we think and what we feel. We can communicate our ideas, beliefs, and emotions and can bring our personal truth out into the world. When the throat chakra is in balance we have a easy flow of energy within the body and spirit. The energy that springs upward from the sacral chakra through the solar plexus can continue its path enabling free expression of the values and needs expressed within the energy.. When this chakra is out of balance the physical symptoms may include sore throats, tight jaws, stiff neck, and headaches. When it is out of balance spiritually you may have symptoms of other chakras being out of balance. This is caused by the throat chakra blocking the energy flow from the other centers. One way to balance this chakra by wearing the color 💙BLUE 💙 and using some other tools posed in my highlights. Speaking your truth and expression emotions will help release blocked energy from this chakra. 🗣
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#throatchakra #chakrahealing #chakrachallenge #7daychallenge #chakrabalancing #reiki #energyhealing #energywork #awareness #awaken #focusonyourself #balance #positivevibes #grounded
  • DAY 6 - 🌀The Throat chakra🌀 is the voice of the body. It is a pressure valve that allows the energy from the other chakra to be expressed. If it is out of balance or blocked it can affect the health of the other chakras. When it is in balance we can express what we think and what we feel. We can communicate our ideas, beliefs, and emotions and can bring our personal truth out into the world. When the throat chakra is in balance we have a easy flow of energy within the body and spirit. The energy that springs upward from the sacral chakra through the solar plexus can continue its path enabling free expression of the values and needs expressed within the energy.. When this chakra is out of balance the physical symptoms may include sore throats, tight jaws, stiff neck, and headaches. When it is out of balance spiritually you may have symptoms of other chakras being out of balance. This is caused by the throat chakra blocking the energy flow from the other centers. One way to balance this chakra by wearing the color 💙BLUE 💙 and using some other tools posed in my highlights. Speaking your truth and expression emotions will help release blocked energy from this chakra. 🗣
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    #throatchakra #chakrahealing #chakrachallenge #7daychallenge #chakrabalancing #reiki #energyhealing #energywork #awareness #awaken #focusonyourself #balance #positivevibes #grounded
  • 0 0 2 minutes ago
  • Wir vergessen viel zu oft, dass auch unsere Eltern einmal Kinder ihrer Eltern waren…
Unsere Eltern kennen wir nur als Erwachsene Personen; schon als Kind ist es für uns unvorstellbar, dass auch sie einmal klein waren und in der gleichen Rolle waren wie wir als Kinder. Wir gehen automatisch davon aus, dass unsere Eltern genau wissen, was man als Eltern tun muss und wie das Eltern-Sein geht. Wir erwarten automatisch, dass unsere Eltern Experten sind und wissen müssen, was wir Kinder brauchen! Und wenn wir zurückblicken auf unsere Kindheit und über fehlende Anerkennung, fehlende Liebe und fehlende Geborgenheit sprechen, unterstellen wir unseren Eltern sehr schnell Absicht und Böswilligkeit. Erst, wenn wir selbst in der Rolle der Eltern sind, erkennen wir, was es wirklich heißt, Verantwortung für das Leben der Kinder zu übernehmen… Als Erwachsene sollten wir uns immer wieder bewusst machen, dass unsere Eltern als Kinder auch Eltern hatten, die einmal Kinder waren! In jeder Kindheit gibt es unerfüllte Erwartungen und Bedürfnisse, die zu seelischen Verletzungen führen und sich dann wieder auf die nächste Generation auswirken können. Perfekte Eltern gibt es nicht! Ein wichtiger Schritt in meiner Arbeit als Coach ist es, den Coachees das Bewusstsein zu schaffen, dass sie nicht die einzigen sind, die unerfüllte Erwartungen und Verletzungen erlebt haben, sondern dass es ihren Eltern ähnlich ging. Wir werden nicht als Eltern geboren und es gibt keine Ausbildung zum Eltern-Sein. Wir können nur weitergeben, was wir von unseren Eltern gelernt haben und diese haben weitergegeben, was sie von ihren Eltern gelernt haben. Und doch ist es wichtig, liebevoll kritisch darauf zu gucken, was uns aus unserer Kindheit heute belastet, um es aufzulösen, neu zu arrangieren und in diesem Punkt erwachsen werden zu können – immer begleitet vom Respekt und der Dankbarkeit unseren Eltern gegenüber…

#alexandrastock #elternkonfliktalserwachsene #coaching #loveyourlife #happylife #lovemyjob #happycoach #persönlichkeitsentwicklung #mentaleselbstverteidigung #erwachsenwerden #worklifebalance #aufräumen #balance #respekt #elternliebe
  • Wir vergessen viel zu oft, dass auch unsere Eltern einmal Kinder ihrer Eltern waren…
    Unsere Eltern kennen wir nur als Erwachsene Personen; schon als Kind ist es für uns unvorstellbar, dass auch sie einmal klein waren und in der gleichen Rolle waren wie wir als Kinder. Wir gehen automatisch davon aus, dass unsere Eltern genau wissen, was man als Eltern tun muss und wie das Eltern-Sein geht. Wir erwarten automatisch, dass unsere Eltern Experten sind und wissen müssen, was wir Kinder brauchen! Und wenn wir zurückblicken auf unsere Kindheit und über fehlende Anerkennung, fehlende Liebe und fehlende Geborgenheit sprechen, unterstellen wir unseren Eltern sehr schnell Absicht und Böswilligkeit. Erst, wenn wir selbst in der Rolle der Eltern sind, erkennen wir, was es wirklich heißt, Verantwortung für das Leben der Kinder zu übernehmen… Als Erwachsene sollten wir uns immer wieder bewusst machen, dass unsere Eltern als Kinder auch Eltern hatten, die einmal Kinder waren! In jeder Kindheit gibt es unerfüllte Erwartungen und Bedürfnisse, die zu seelischen Verletzungen führen und sich dann wieder auf die nächste Generation auswirken können. Perfekte Eltern gibt es nicht! Ein wichtiger Schritt in meiner Arbeit als Coach ist es, den Coachees das Bewusstsein zu schaffen, dass sie nicht die einzigen sind, die unerfüllte Erwartungen und Verletzungen erlebt haben, sondern dass es ihren Eltern ähnlich ging. Wir werden nicht als Eltern geboren und es gibt keine Ausbildung zum Eltern-Sein. Wir können nur weitergeben, was wir von unseren Eltern gelernt haben und diese haben weitergegeben, was sie von ihren Eltern gelernt haben. Und doch ist es wichtig, liebevoll kritisch darauf zu gucken, was uns aus unserer Kindheit heute belastet, um es aufzulösen, neu zu arrangieren und in diesem Punkt erwachsen werden zu können – immer begleitet vom Respekt und der Dankbarkeit unseren Eltern gegenüber…

    #alexandrastock #elternkonfliktalserwachsene #coaching #loveyourlife #happylife #lovemyjob #happycoach #persönlichkeitsentwicklung #mentaleselbstverteidigung #erwachsenwerden #worklifebalance #aufräumen #balance #respekt #elternliebe
  • 0 0 3 minutes ago
  • Never regret being a good person, to the wrong people. Your behavior says everything about you, and their behavior says enough about them. 
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  • 67 1 3 minutes ago
  • Day 11 of #MindfulMayMudras ! 🤗❤️ Mudra: Tse mudra (Three Secrets mudra)
Mantra: I am filled with divine light

Decided to pair this Mudra with some breath-work earlier today. Both help overcome depression, fear and sadness. I have been struggling with my depression more than normal lately as I am going through so much transformation. I’m thankful for tools like these to help me when I’m struggling the most.. ❤️ -
To perform this Mudra, place the thumb into fist and wrap the 4 fingers around it. It is said that meditating on the sound “OM” increases its benefits.
HOSTS: 
@stephaniekicksbutt 
@yogi_kaity 
@sarahhannala 
@charlottesyoga_
@sandyrosenthal

SPONSORS: 
@aloyoga @alomoves

MUDRAS & MANTRAS:
Day 1: Gyan mudra - “I am focused” ✔️
Day 2: Prithivi mudra - “I am secure” ✔️
Day 3: Pushan mudra - “I am nourished”✔️
Day 4: Prana mudra - “I am well” ✔️
Day 5: Rudra mudra - “I am strength”✔️
Day 6: Abhaya mudra - “I am courageous” ✔️
Day 7: Apana mudra - “I am abundant energy” ✔️
Day 8: Ksepana mudra - “I am optimistic” ✔️
Day 9: Ganesha mudra - “I am supported through challenges”✔️
Day 10: Shivalinga - “I am renewed and healing”✔️
Day 11: Tse mudra (Three Secrets mudra) - “I am filled with divine light”✔️
Day 12: Uttarabodhi mudra - “I am connected to the divine”
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#mudra #mudra #tsemudra #alo #aloyoga #aloyogachallenge #yogachallenge #yogachallenges #instagramyoga #yogisofinstagram #breathwork #breath #pranayama #prana #love #balance #beauty #yogagirl #yogastretch #crazysexyyoga #yogaeverydamnday
  • Day 11 of #MindfulMayMudras ! 🤗❤️ Mudra: Tse mudra (Three Secrets mudra)
    Mantra: I am filled with divine light

    Decided to pair this Mudra with some breath-work earlier today. Both help overcome depression, fear and sadness. I have been struggling with my depression more than normal lately as I am going through so much transformation. I’m thankful for tools like these to help me when I’m struggling the most.. ❤️ -
    To perform this Mudra, place the thumb into fist and wrap the 4 fingers around it. It is said that meditating on the sound “OM” increases its benefits.
    HOSTS: 
@stephaniekicksbutt
    @yogi_kaity
    @sarahhannala
    @charlottesyoga_
    @sandyrosenthal

    SPONSORS: 
@aloyoga @alomoves

    MUDRAS & MANTRAS:
    Day 1: Gyan mudra - “I am focused” ✔️
    Day 2: Prithivi mudra - “I am secure” ✔️
    Day 3: Pushan mudra - “I am nourished”✔️
    Day 4: Prana mudra - “I am well” ✔️
    Day 5: Rudra mudra - “I am strength”✔️
    Day 6: Abhaya mudra - “I am courageous” ✔️
    Day 7: Apana mudra - “I am abundant energy” ✔️
    Day 8: Ksepana mudra - “I am optimistic” ✔️
    Day 9: Ganesha mudra - “I am supported through challenges”✔️
    Day 10: Shivalinga - “I am renewed and healing”✔️
    Day 11: Tse mudra (Three Secrets mudra) - “I am filled with divine light”✔️
    Day 12: Uttarabodhi mudra - “I am connected to the divine”
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    #mudra #mudra #tsemudra #alo #aloyoga #aloyogachallenge #yogachallenge #yogachallenges #instagramyoga #yogisofinstagram #breathwork #breath #pranayama #prana #love #balance #beauty #yogagirl #yogastretch #crazysexyyoga #yogaeverydamnday
  • 9 0 4 minutes ago
  • Weird moves paired with even weirder music 🤪
  • Weird moves paired with even weirder music 🤪
  • 8 1 5 minutes ago
  • Trying to find the balance between doing what I love and helping my knee recover.. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ik heb sinds @haspamarathonhamburg beduidend wat last van mijn rechter knie. Ik probeer rustige kleine rondjes te doen om mijn streak en knie in leven te houden maar zo nu en dan komt er een event voorbij waarbij ik het moeilijk vind om me daar aan te houden.
 Zo gister de 10km die ik eigenlijk te hard rende voor de @nachtvdvluchteling met @sameenavandermijden en misschien ook gewoon te ver was voor mijn knie .. Dat moest ik in de middag en nu nog steeds ontgelden met een warme dikke pijnlijke knie.. Vannochtend 4km gedaan om mijn auto op te halen die nog op het station stond. Voelde niet goed .. Photo credit @__rop__ 
#injuriessuck #blessureleed #NeverNotRunning #runstreak #day1275 #balance #recovery #whatIlove
  • Trying to find the balance between doing what I love and helping my knee recover.. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
    Ik heb sinds @haspamarathonhamburg beduidend wat last van mijn rechter knie. Ik probeer rustige kleine rondjes te doen om mijn streak en knie in leven te houden maar zo nu en dan komt er een event voorbij waarbij ik het moeilijk vind om me daar aan te houden.
    Zo gister de 10km die ik eigenlijk te hard rende voor de @nachtvdvluchteling met @sameenavandermijden en misschien ook gewoon te ver was voor mijn knie .. Dat moest ik in de middag en nu nog steeds ontgelden met een warme dikke pijnlijke knie.. Vannochtend 4km gedaan om mijn auto op te halen die nog op het station stond. Voelde niet goed .. Photo credit @__rop__
    #injuriessuck #blessureleed #NeverNotRunning #runstreak #day1275 #balance #recovery #whatIlove
  • 16 1 5 minutes ago
  • Save the date - So, 21.07., 14-16:30
Acro Yoga-Workshop mit Noah Frehmann @yogabynoah 🤩

In diesem Workshop erwartet euch eine Kombination aus Yoga und Akrobatik, bei der Teamwork ganz groß geschrieben ist. Es fördert das eigene Körpergefühl genauso wie das dynamische Miteinander. Besonders die Balance des „Fliegenden“ und die Kraft des „Tragenden“ werden beansprucht.
Kommt einfach alleine oder mit einem Partner vorbei. Jeder ist herzlich willkommen!

Level? Einsteiger
Beitrag? 35€ p.P.
Max. Teilnehmerzahl: 14 
Anmeldung gern per Facebook-Nachricht, per E-Mail an hello@tribeyogabase.de, direkt im Studio oder über Eversports: https://widget.eversports.com/w/4ob652?event=109861&type=workshop

Wir freuen uns auf Euch! 📸@hawaraphotography 🙌🏼
  • Save the date - So, 21.07., 14-16:30
    Acro Yoga-Workshop mit Noah Frehmann @yogabynoah 🤩

    In diesem Workshop erwartet euch eine Kombination aus Yoga und Akrobatik, bei der Teamwork ganz groß geschrieben ist. Es fördert das eigene Körpergefühl genauso wie das dynamische Miteinander. Besonders die Balance des „Fliegenden“ und die Kraft des „Tragenden“ werden beansprucht.
    Kommt einfach alleine oder mit einem Partner vorbei. Jeder ist herzlich willkommen!

    Level? Einsteiger
    Beitrag? 35€ p.P.
    Max. Teilnehmerzahl: 14
    Anmeldung gern per Facebook-Nachricht, per E-Mail an hello@tribeyogabase.de, direkt im Studio oder über Eversports: https://widget.eversports.com/w/4ob652?event=109861&type=workshop

    Wir freuen uns auf Euch! 📸@hawaraphotography 🙌🏼
  • 1 1 5 minutes ago
  • Getting ready for a morning session, and one of our Mi-Mix coaches has recommended Jody to get some Omega 3 into her routine.

The Mi-Mix softgels contain a healthy, active dose of EPA and DHA,  both have been shown to support a healthy heart and brain function. Furthermore they can reduce blood fatty acid levels to support weight control and fat loss. Vitamin E is a powerful antioxidant and helps to protect cells against harmful free radicals which are produced as a result of intense exercise. Therefore, a perfect supplement to take before beginning some cardio. 
Mi-Mix works directly with PT’s and coaches and has been created to benefit you and your clients. All Mi-Mix products are only of the best quality and priced to be market competitive.

Get to the website now and register your interest, and we’ll get straight in touch. Let’s get the world of supplementation working for you and your clients. #supplement #supplements #nutrition #omega3 #health #balance #gym #pt #personaltrainer #personaltraining #coaching #workout #fit #fitness #fitspo
  • Getting ready for a morning session, and one of our Mi-Mix coaches has recommended Jody to get some Omega 3 into her routine.

    The Mi-Mix softgels contain a healthy, active dose of EPA and DHA, both have been shown to support a healthy heart and brain function. Furthermore they can reduce blood fatty acid levels to support weight control and fat loss. Vitamin E is a powerful antioxidant and helps to protect cells against harmful free radicals which are produced as a result of intense exercise. Therefore, a perfect supplement to take before beginning some cardio.
    Mi-Mix works directly with PT’s and coaches and has been created to benefit you and your clients. All Mi-Mix products are only of the best quality and priced to be market competitive.

    Get to the website now and register your interest, and we’ll get straight in touch. Let’s get the world of supplementation working for you and your clients. #supplement #supplements #nutrition #omega3 #health #balance #gym #pt #personaltrainer #personaltraining #coaching #workout #fit #fitness #fitspo
  • 7 1 5 minutes ago
  • We spotted these stairs on our trip to Oregon and I had to stop for a photo. Great words to help with life balance and enjoyment!
  • We spotted these stairs on our trip to Oregon and I had to stop for a photo. Great words to help with life balance and enjoyment!
  • 1 1 5 minutes ago
  • Nicht zu viel und nicht zu wenig.
Ausgeglichenheit ist im stressigen Alltag nicht leicht zu finden.
Es gibt nicht nur die oder die Option.
Wichtig ist es, seine eigenen Bedürfnisse und Ziele zu definieren und dann etwas zu verändern!Du bestimmst dein Tempo!
Lass dich nicht von anderen hetzen.
Nimm dir mal Ruhepausen, genieß das Nichtstun und hole dir Kraft!
Kennst du den Zustand der Langeweile eigentlich noch?
Einfach mal treiben lassen....
Und dann wieder starten!
#regionhannover  #hannover  #ausgeglichen  #krafttanken  #balance  #gesundheit  #mentalhealth
  • Nicht zu viel und nicht zu wenig.
    Ausgeglichenheit ist im stressigen Alltag nicht leicht zu finden.
    Es gibt nicht nur die oder die Option.
    Wichtig ist es, seine eigenen Bedürfnisse und Ziele zu definieren und dann etwas zu verändern!Du bestimmst dein Tempo!
    Lass dich nicht von anderen hetzen.
    Nimm dir mal Ruhepausen, genieß das Nichtstun und hole dir Kraft!
    Kennst du den Zustand der Langeweile eigentlich noch?
    Einfach mal treiben lassen....
    Und dann wieder starten!
    #regionhannover #hannover #ausgeglichen #krafttanken #balance #gesundheit #mentalhealth
  • 5 0 6 minutes ago
  • Reachin’ closer to the weekend likeeeeeee
  • Reachin’ closer to the weekend likeeeeeee
  • 6 1 6 minutes ago
  • Nando's & Cinema trip to see Aladdin (so good) & the company wasnt bad either 😜 @andrewmbrightman
  • Nando's & Cinema trip to see Aladdin (so good) & the company wasnt bad either 😜 @andrewmbrightman
  • 6 4 11 minutes ago
  • It isn’t a mystery,
this fact of life 
That has my feet 
against the curb
Forgiveness is not a well
without a bottom 
Yet you squander away
the last of my crumbs 
So merciless
and gluttonous 
Drawing a hacksaw
at my every limb 
Thinning out my faith in every god 
Thickening the scars in my chest 
For every time you
get on your knees 
and beg for mercy 
You  need my tongue
to lick your wounds
While we both ignore 
the blood 
gushing out of my wrists

It takes something out of me,
when I forgive 
a pound of flesh 
a piece of bone 
And I here I am again 
running to the wilderness 
to bury this bag of pain 
Hoping I’ll forget about them 
long enough 
to never return 
with a shovel in my hand (And is it possible for a heart
to be wrung out of love?
Because I feel depleted.) Elle Bor
  • It isn’t a mystery,
    this fact of life
    That has my feet
    against the curb
    Forgiveness is not a well
    without a bottom
    Yet you squander away
    the last of my crumbs
    So merciless
    and gluttonous
    Drawing a hacksaw
    at my every limb
    Thinning out my faith in every god
    Thickening the scars in my chest
    For every time you
    get on your knees
    and beg for mercy
    You need my tongue
    to lick your wounds
    While we both ignore
    the blood
    gushing out of my wrists

    It takes something out of me,
    when I forgive
    a pound of flesh
    a piece of bone
    And I here I am again
    running to the wilderness
    to bury this bag of pain
    Hoping I’ll forget about them
    long enough
    to never return
    with a shovel in my hand (And is it possible for a heart
    to be wrung out of love?
    Because I feel depleted.) Elle Bor
  • 66 4 21 May, 2019
  • I am not a poet 
just a woman trying to escape 
with the words 
that were imprisoned by my tongue 
Of things I didn’t tell you 
of feelings I left numb 
And somehow, people began 
to call it poetry 
because it’s too late... Elle Bor
  • I am not a poet
    just a woman trying to escape
    with the words
    that were imprisoned by my tongue
    Of things I didn’t tell you
    of feelings I left numb
    And somehow, people began
    to call it poetry
    because it’s too late... Elle Bor
  • 59 7 21 May, 2019
  • Sunrises are the best thing ❤️🙏🏻
  • Sunrises are the best thing ❤️🙏🏻
  • 95 9 15 May, 2019
  • Temporary
  • Temporary
  • 260 21 14 May, 2019
  • You have my Seoul ❤️
  • You have my Seoul ❤️
  • 71 6 14 May, 2019
  • The origin 
of this new skin 
rose from desolation 
in a barren wasteland 
From where any flesh 
is loose for scavenging 
by animals
who survive on the carnage
they exile here 
I am one of the few seeds
that grow from death
And you don’t get to miss me 
these days 
Not when you were the one 
who buried me alive.

Elle Bor
  • The origin
    of this new skin
    rose from desolation
    in a barren wasteland
    From where any flesh
    is loose for scavenging
    by animals
    who survive on the carnage
    they exile here
    I am one of the few seeds
    that grow from death
    And you don’t get to miss me
    these days
    Not when you were the one
    who buried me alive.

    Elle Bor
  • 301 36 10 May, 2019
  • At monsoon,
voices roar in the deluge 
from stifling lungs
Screaming names
that belong to 
the pieces of bones 
inside their hands 
Like them, 
there are skeletons 
swelling my grip 
I might as well call this home
Though 
this fractured body 
is merely a tenant 
to their shallow graves

Above my chest,
are solid bricks 
meant to imprison my heart 
But hardly enough of a burg 
to keep its  feelings 
from escaping 
There’s a city beneath my flesh 
Awash by creeks
of my own  wails 
As poltergeists
with your face
roam the streets 
Starving for blood
demanding rations 
of your touch
But soon they will all die
another thousand deaths
For it is a hopeless feat 
to survive on
merely crumbs
of your fading memory 
I simply hunger for air
at the strength of your gaze now,
even as I sit here 
among  its abundance 
Perhaps
you should learn about 
this replica of hell
that lingers in my own shadow 
Ripping my insides 
Scorching my skin
at times when you’re right there 
but I couldn’t reach for you 
Words haven’t yet 
been made 
to rival 
this silent mayhem
of being smothered 
beneath the weight 
of a love
The love
I couldn’t give to you

Elle Bor
  • At monsoon,
    voices roar in the deluge
    from stifling lungs
    Screaming names
    that belong to
    the pieces of bones
    inside their hands
    Like them,
    there are skeletons
    swelling my grip
    I might as well call this home
    Though
    this fractured body
    is merely a tenant
    to their shallow graves

    Above my chest,
    are solid bricks
    meant to imprison my heart
    But hardly enough of a burg
    to keep its feelings
    from escaping
    There’s a city beneath my flesh
    Awash by creeks
    of my own wails
    As poltergeists
    with your face
    roam the streets
    Starving for blood
    demanding rations
    of your touch
    But soon they will all die
    another thousand deaths
    For it is a hopeless feat
    to survive on
    merely crumbs
    of your fading memory
    I simply hunger for air
    at the strength of your gaze now,
    even as I sit here
    among its abundance
    Perhaps
    you should learn about
    this replica of hell
    that lingers in my own shadow
    Ripping my insides
    Scorching my skin
    at times when you’re right there
    but I couldn’t reach for you
    Words haven’t yet
    been made
    to rival
    this silent mayhem
    of being smothered
    beneath the weight
    of a love
    The love
    I couldn’t give to you

    Elle Bor
  • 417 42 1 May, 2019
  • 3 weeks and some change with Valentus slim roast optimum coffee, and here’s the verdict 
1. Intentional meal consumption and snacking
2. No bloating
3. Incredible Energy 
4. No diet restrictions/ meal plans
5. Exercising but not overdoing in number of days 
6. Better mental functions (I’m a writer on the side and this has been the secret to my productive weeks)
7. The proof is in the pudding a.k.a. look at my pictures 
And with just a scoop of coffee a day, no less? I said the same thing too. I’m always skeptical. Make informed decisions like I did and  ask me about my fresh but worthwhile experience.

Tell me you’re not even the slightest bit curious?
Well, I’m here to help!

Ask me and you can follow my fresh journey on here  @thevalentusexperience
  • 3 weeks and some change with Valentus slim roast optimum coffee, and here’s the verdict
    1. Intentional meal consumption and snacking
    2. No bloating
    3. Incredible Energy
    4. No diet restrictions/ meal plans
    5. Exercising but not overdoing in number of days
    6. Better mental functions (I’m a writer on the side and this has been the secret to my productive weeks)
    7. The proof is in the pudding a.k.a. look at my pictures
    And with just a scoop of coffee a day, no less? I said the same thing too. I’m always skeptical. Make informed decisions like I did and ask me about my fresh but worthwhile experience.

    Tell me you’re not even the slightest bit curious?
    Well, I’m here to help!

    Ask me and you can follow my fresh journey on here @thevalentusexperience
  • 75 3 29 April, 2019
  • I ran 
with grave intention
fast
beastly 
away
from the things I never said
and forbidden to
My hands 
are impoverished 
penniless 
from this currency 
owed to 
the thousand dawns 
hiding 
my regrets 
But even if 
I left them 
bound at the neck 
Their echoes
the poundage of those words 
They return to my chest 
bearing  nine more lives 
Elle Bor
  • I ran
    with grave intention
    fast
    beastly
    away
    from the things I never said
    and forbidden to
    My hands
    are impoverished
    penniless
    from this currency
    owed to
    the thousand dawns
    hiding
    my regrets
    But even if
    I left them
    bound at the neck
    Their echoes
    the poundage of those words
    They return to my chest
    bearing nine more lives
    Elle Bor
  • 467 50 45 minutes ago
  • IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER 
FULL PIECE
Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor . 
All rights reserved
************************************************************* I was an alien once
in this foreign space
feeling violated by the many hands 
touching  my skin 
Sympathizing a loss
that I already endured long before today 
Its air thick from whispers of a name
that no longer belongs to a warm body 
Tears were an erroneous sign of defeat
I learned it the hard way 
Nothing breaks a spirit 
more than this sense
of utter emptiness 
For at least,
in sadness, there is something real 
to hold on to 
There is an ache that accompanies you in the dark and treacherous road 
You feel something 
and I didn’t feel anything that day 
I wondered if there was enough space in her coffin
between her
and all the things she had yet to teach me
and all of the love she saved 
meant for every stage of my existence 
I wondered what picture formed in their minds
when people looked at us 
What type of future they hoped for us two
Me- the girl who would earn her maturity 
not by the years 
But by the amount of wounds 
that had latched on 
Tightly
Bone deep
And the little boy, who will never remember 
the face of the womb
that had nurtured his unborn organs 
just yesterday 
I hoped that the tender  arms around him
was enough of a thimble
against the needle pricks 
of confusion 
arriving swiftly
as I spoke of it

God only knew 
Yet here I am,
a child again 
The shadows of what was buried here
cloud in my midst 
This numb is a friend today
it has always been my fortress
when I don’t  want to 
feel at all

But pain never dies 
The years merely stretch 
a stifling hand at its mouth 
And silences it,
for the time being... Elle Bor
  • IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER
    FULL PIECE
    Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor .
    All rights reserved
    ************************************************************* I was an alien once
    in this foreign space
    feeling violated by the many hands
    touching my skin
    Sympathizing a loss
    that I already endured long before today
    Its air thick from whispers of a name
    that no longer belongs to a warm body
    Tears were an erroneous sign of defeat
    I learned it the hard way
    Nothing breaks a spirit
    more than this sense
    of utter emptiness
    For at least,
    in sadness, there is something real
    to hold on to
    There is an ache that accompanies you in the dark and treacherous road
    You feel something
    and I didn’t feel anything that day
    I wondered if there was enough space in her coffin
    between her
    and all the things she had yet to teach me
    and all of the love she saved
    meant for every stage of my existence
    I wondered what picture formed in their minds
    when people looked at us
    What type of future they hoped for us two
    Me- the girl who would earn her maturity
    not by the years
    But by the amount of wounds
    that had latched on
    Tightly
    Bone deep
    And the little boy, who will never remember
    the face of the womb
    that had nurtured his unborn organs
    just yesterday
    I hoped that the tender arms around him
    was enough of a thimble
    against the needle pricks
    of confusion
    arriving swiftly
    as I spoke of it

    God only knew
    Yet here I am,
    a child again
    The shadows of what was buried here
    cloud in my midst
    This numb is a friend today
    it has always been my fortress
    when I don’t want to
    feel at all

    But pain never dies
    The years merely stretch
    a stifling hand at its mouth
    And silences it,
    for the time being... Elle Bor
  • 487 47 15 April, 2019
  • Full piece below— I would like to share some great writing (in my opinion😀) that didn’t make it past the cutting room of my novel editing process. I feel a sense of freedom with this type of vulnerability in my words that is worth sharing. ********************************
There are cries, escaping the soil
that once buried them alive. 
Beneath us,  has been their dwelling all these years, while clinging to a false sense of hope-
much like their irreparable brokenness 
much like mine. “Do you remember?” he asks. I don’t miss the tremble in his voice and the flash in his usually weary gape.
I feel his feet draw closer, just a breath from the back of my neck. His subtle respiration awakens the chill in my pores. None of us needed to see. It’s  obvious. He’s pitching a hopeful possibility in this long beat of quiet, that we might share the same context of forgiveness.  But I haven’t dealt with much thought of it. I can’t. 
I open my mouth, refining the angry words leaking out of them. “Would you?” And just like that, the nightmare lives again. My body feels endangered by the simple inquiry that swiftly confiscates our closeness. 
I pull away. He senses my defense. How can I tell him that it’s not from him? How can I say it might as well be? It’s terrorizing, whatever taste of old memory he just recently  smeared my mind with. “I’m sorry,” he says, nerves chasing his voice.

For what he said earlier? Or for everything he didn’t do to save me? 
It’s a terrible movie, what happened here. I suddenly remember my young and frail  shape, being ripped apart and exploited  in equal force by pedophilic hands with slant beliefs.  It’s loud in my ears now , the price 
of staying alive 
I eye him discreetly, forcing a big lump down his throat, wanting to hold my hand but fearing  the repercussions.
“Ophelia,” I hear him whisper.

I feel ruled , as if my insides still recognize the familiar calling. His voice is sweetly unkind, shattering my barriers, reigniting a scorching heat deep in my center. He’s the only one who could command it. And I hate him for that.
How dare he, call me with a name of someone from the dead?
Some weak soul who used to love him
Elle Bor
  • Full piece below— I would like to share some great writing (in my opinion😀) that didn’t make it past the cutting room of my novel editing process. I feel a sense of freedom with this type of vulnerability in my words that is worth sharing. ********************************
    There are cries, escaping the soil
    that once buried them alive.
    Beneath us, has been their dwelling all these years, while clinging to a false sense of hope-
    much like their irreparable brokenness
    much like mine. “Do you remember?” he asks. I don’t miss the tremble in his voice and the flash in his usually weary gape.
    I feel his feet draw closer, just a breath from the back of my neck. His subtle respiration awakens the chill in my pores. None of us needed to see. It’s obvious. He’s pitching a hopeful possibility in this long beat of quiet, that we might share the same context of forgiveness. But I haven’t dealt with much thought of it. I can’t.
    I open my mouth, refining the angry words leaking out of them. “Would you?” And just like that, the nightmare lives again. My body feels endangered by the simple inquiry that swiftly confiscates our closeness.
    I pull away. He senses my defense. How can I tell him that it’s not from him? How can I say it might as well be? It’s terrorizing, whatever taste of old memory he just recently smeared my mind with. “I’m sorry,” he says, nerves chasing his voice.

    For what he said earlier? Or for everything he didn’t do to save me?
    It’s a terrible movie, what happened here. I suddenly remember my young and frail shape, being ripped apart and exploited in equal force by pedophilic hands with slant beliefs. It’s loud in my ears now , the price
    of staying alive
    I eye him discreetly, forcing a big lump down his throat, wanting to hold my hand but fearing the repercussions.
    “Ophelia,” I hear him whisper.

    I feel ruled , as if my insides still recognize the familiar calling. His voice is sweetly unkind, shattering my barriers, reigniting a scorching heat deep in my center. He’s the only one who could command it. And I hate him for that.
    How dare he, call me with a name of someone from the dead?
    Some weak soul who used to love him
    Elle Bor
  • 379 26 11 April, 2019
  • FULL PIECE
Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor . 
All rights reserved
********************************************
Decades-
I’ve waited
Charting the years
with the greys in my hair
Growing the space between us
reverberating your mistakes
Reminding myself
the error of my heart
Repeating her face in my head
All while my time
with other men
have been a disservice
to the wounds you left behind 
You didn’t know
But a home has been restored
beneath the one
you set on fire
Whose door would still open
at the recognition of your footsteps
But you never returned
And I didn’t dare
search for your body
beyond the smokes
of the battleground 
I am not like her
I will never be
Though I wonder
If I’m better or worse 
And here we are today
Brought together
by the sinister hand of fate
You, ten feet beneath the soles of my shoes
Her, barely an inch away from my skin
I  didn’t pray for this ending
I only wanted you
to fall in the same depths where you left me
never to accept its permanence 
I always have this belief
that I was superior
a better woman than she could ever be 
But I’m damned by this spectacle:
Our tears have found affinity
dissolving into each other
in a harmonious strain
of desolation and heartache
Our chests collapsing at the same time
over lungs that are failing
in the air of death
And there are cries
wails breaking the earth open
Echoing the sound
Of a single name
By two mouths
that might as well be from one person 
I’m certain of this now,
Her and I,
We are the same
Martyrs
Cut from the same fabric
weaved by the debris of one man’s soul
Yours
Loving from the pits of our breaths
Warring for honor 
But between her and I,
she was the one 
who accepted without question
the only love
you can give
That no matter how much freedom
you endorse
It will always be an abduction
Then,
Despite her humble hands
In spite of her weak spirit
She paid the price
to ransom you back 
And all these years I thought,
I was the one you deserve
But this woman before you
was merely a coward
with a brave face
for a white flag
  • FULL PIECE
    Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor .
    All rights reserved
    ********************************************
    Decades-
    I’ve waited
    Charting the years
    with the greys in my hair
    Growing the space between us
    reverberating your mistakes
    Reminding myself
    the error of my heart
    Repeating her face in my head
    All while my time
    with other men
    have been a disservice
    to the wounds you left behind
    You didn’t know
    But a home has been restored
    beneath the one
    you set on fire
    Whose door would still open
    at the recognition of your footsteps
    But you never returned
    And I didn’t dare
    search for your body
    beyond the smokes
    of the battleground
    I am not like her
    I will never be
    Though I wonder
    If I’m better or worse
    And here we are today
    Brought together
    by the sinister hand of fate
    You, ten feet beneath the soles of my shoes
    Her, barely an inch away from my skin
    I  didn’t pray for this ending
    I only wanted you
    to fall in the same depths where you left me
    never to accept its permanence
    I always have this belief
    that I was superior
    a better woman than she could ever be
    But I’m damned by this spectacle:
    Our tears have found affinity
    dissolving into each other
    in a harmonious strain
    of desolation and heartache
    Our chests collapsing at the same time
    over lungs that are failing
    in the air of death
    And there are cries
    wails breaking the earth open
    Echoing the sound
    Of a single name
    By two mouths
    that might as well be from one person
    I’m certain of this now,
    Her and I,
    We are the same
    Martyrs
    Cut from the same fabric
    weaved by the debris of one man’s soul
    Yours
    Loving from the pits of our breaths
    Warring for honor
    But between her and I,
    she was the one
    who accepted without question
    the only love
    you can give
    That no matter how much freedom
    you endorse
    It will always be an abduction
    Then,
    Despite her humble hands
    In spite of her weak spirit
    She paid the price
    to ransom you back
    And all these years I thought,
    I was the one you deserve
    But this woman before you
    was merely a coward
    with a brave face
    for a white flag
  • 411 39 8 April, 2019