May your feelings of worthiness bloom this week xxx and gorgeous folk, my new journal goes into print this week, full of lovely, soulful reminders like this. Order your copy and get on my first print run by following the link in my bio xxx
all I see is pale blue walls,
sour like morgue halls;
they say time is slipping away like sand in an hourglass,
maybe it's not time, but me;
maybe time is loosening it's hold over me,
maybe all this while I slipped from rime to the rim.
I walk backwards on the street,
like a ghost that people greet.
I try to hold my favourite book,
but even air flies through me;
even air can feel the soil,
I just swim in my own turmoil.
I like to live in denial,
like someone who lost her lover,
I act like I don't know I'm dead,
I pick a mask and a dress,
trying to hustle,
or as I say not crumble.
all these faces and places,
full of concrete chases,
discrete social graces.
I nauseate because the air's thick
like a dead poem's skin,
the air feels me,
(no, not vice versa).
take a long breath,
I don't feel my breath
or the sanity's wreath,
wrapped in everyone's heartbeat.
I can only feel,
when I'm choking on
too much of nothing,
ain't no witches Voodoo
to burn this ado.
First of all, this is amazing.
Second of all, I haven't been able to post much because I've been getting ready for travel.
I am on spring break and went out of state for vacation! I wrote a bit on the plane, but idk how much writing time I'll get this week at the beach 😂
Got this from @small.lgbt.teen
She's counting them.
1 Our father.
And Hail Mary spills from her lips
As she spins me through trembling tears.
Lost among the moments leading to now,
Prayers for a tomorrow.
Glory Be to the highest hope
That this silent scream, this ripping
Of vocal chords from a soul used to singing children to sleep.
Hail Mary full of Pleas.
She moves through a decade, mysteries disappearing, escaping through quivering fingertips.
And what are we but a symbol.
What am I but a tool.
Faith begets the hopeful redeemer,
For what is a prayer without a purpose.
1 Our Father.
Glory be to Mary and we and the.
And I am making sure it matters. ×
My sister @natwhite.au wrote an incredible piece about faith and prayer. And I swear it's the best thing she's ever written. So intricately beautiful. And while this doesn't touch it, it was definitely inspired by it. I wrote it as if I were the rosary 📿
I’ve always mentioned I write about emotions and the emotion I tend to write about is pain. I try to make my audience understand that pain is what we have all encountered. I try to allow you to be vulnerable about the reality. Some of these posts are from personal experiences and some are experiences that i was motivated by and some are just from when I sit all alone and allow my mind to be free. We’re all human and the one thing that scares us is to talk about the pain that has changed our lives or continues to linger on our hearts and minds. Being raw and vulnerable at first was scary because you never know how people are going to react and the fact people are able to relate and able to understand and feel that emotion makes me feel so good. I love the fact that I am the author and these are my thoughts that I didn’t even realize I had until I allowed my mind to set itself free. #whyiwrite
We are so delighted to announce the return of our intimate, supportive and relaxed, open mic gathering. We will be at @pranacafe.11 every 1st Sunday from 2nd of June (6pm-7.30pm). Each month we will have an optional theme to help those who want to explore creative writing, spoken word and poetry on a regular basis. WATCH THIS SPACE.
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“I can’t possibly leave her now.”
“I didn’t know.”
“You expect too much.”
“I am not the man you think I am.”
“I am broken.”
“You are broken.”
“You are too dramatic.”
“Expectations are the mother of all disappointments.”
“I need space.”
“It’s not the right time.”
“My love for you is unconditional but...”
I guess all you were trying to tell me was that your fear was bigger than your love. (Inspired by something @amykaypoetry, @ellentbaker and Eleanor Roosevelt said).
◾En el pozo te encontré.
Cansado de esperar...
Errar, en vano intentar.
Una voz yo oí... Haré de tu desierto un jardín.
En el pozo te encontré...
Y sed yo nunca más sentí...
Te debo tanto a tí... Tornaste mi desierto en un jardín.
Fue bueno esperar...
Pues ya no voy más a errar.
Conocí el amor que viene de la fé.
El amor que viene de la fé.
Intérpretes: Cecilia Palafox & Moyses Macedo.
1932512 March, 2019
untamed // to those who need to be reminded to embrace their emotions. love is love and it’s beautiful
59429 November, 2018
story // longer poem for y’all :,)
5635 November, 2018
blind // yo i’m actually internally dying but it’s still lit