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  • a piece from ‘ocean blue,’ the second section in ‘shades of lovers’ 🌊
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my upcoming collection, ‘shades of lovers,’ comes out april 2nd in both paperback and ebook. preorder through the link in my bio 🌸

my first two poetry collections, ‘the boys i’ve loved and the end of the world’ and ‘how the words come,’ are available now! get yours on amazon today 🌸
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  • a piece from ‘ocean blue,’ the second section in ‘shades of lovers’ 🌊

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    my upcoming collection, ‘shades of lovers,’ comes out april 2nd in both paperback and ebook. preorder through the link in my bio 🌸

    my first two poetry collections, ‘the boys i’ve loved and the end of the world’ and ‘how the words come,’ are available now! get yours on amazon today 🌸
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    @catarinehancock#catarinehancock
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  • Comment “WHEN” letter by letter!🔑💭
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  • My new book “Love Notes” is now available on Amazon with “The Beautiful Truth” & “The Beautiful Life.” Link in bio. Thank you all for your support. It means everything. Follow @markanthonypoet
  • My new book “Love Notes” is now available on Amazon with “The Beautiful Truth” & “The Beautiful Life.” Link in bio. Thank you all for your support. It means everything. Follow @markanthonypoet
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  • Why be less of yourself just so others can feel more comfortable? The sun doesn’t stop shining just because people are uncomfortable with the heat. It just beautifully shines because it is in its nature to shine. People adjust to the sun, the sun doesn’t adjust to people. So go shine and be the best possible you, people will adjust accordingly. .
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  • Why be less of yourself just so others can feel more comfortable? The sun doesn’t stop shining just because people are uncomfortable with the heat. It just beautifully shines because it is in its nature to shine. People adjust to the sun, the sun doesn’t adjust to people. So go shine and be the best possible you, people will adjust accordingly. .
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世の中に溶け込みたくて紛れようとするけど
気持ち、言葉を飲み込んでまですること?

本当の私は私しか知らない

だから溶け込んで自分が自分じゃ
なくなってしまうのなら
そんな世の中私は必要ない

#poem #instagood #blue
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    世の中に溶け込みたくて紛れようとするけど
    気持ち、言葉を飲み込んでまですること?

    本当の私は私しか知らない

    だから溶け込んで自分が自分じゃ
    なくなってしまうのなら
    そんな世の中私は必要ない

    #poem #instagood #blue
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M : อก 34 เอว 27 สะโพก 37
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  • * * * Pre - Order * * * * * * New In Today * * * 💋 อย่าถามว่างานเป๊ะไหม ป้ายเราไม่เป๊ะไม่ทำจ้า งานต้องเป๊ะทุกชิ้นขอบอก
    BRAND : Landmee

    Detail >> Dress เดรสสายเดี่ยว เนื้อผ้ายีนส์แท้เนื้อหนาสวยงาม สวยมากๆคะตัวนี้ เราเลือกใช้เนื้อผ้าแบบเทียบเท่า เพื่อให้เก็บทรงสวยเป๊ะตามแบบฉบับบ ใส่ออกมาน่ารักมากๆ ทรงสวยเก๋ที่สุด ใส่ออกมาบอกเลยว่าปังมากๆ กล้าการันตีงานให้เลย บอกเลยห้ามพลาดเด็ดขาดงานดีงานสวยจริงต้อง Widelia @ Real

    Colour :: Original ** Size **
    S : อก 32 เอว 25 สะโพก 35
    M : อก 34 เอว 27 สะโพก 37
    L :: อก 36 เอว 29 สะโพก 39 💓 Care :: รุ่นนี้ แนะนำ ควรซักแห้ง เท่านั้น ( Dry clean only )

    Price::1190฿- Label :: Widelia @ Real Only ✔️ แพทเทิล คัตติ้ง ทรงเป๊ะ
    ✔️ เนื้อผ้าเป๊ะ คุณภาพ แน่น
    ✔️ ตัดเย็บ ด้วยช่างคุณภาพฝีมือเยี่ยม
    ✔️ Everything Best 💯
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    ** ส่ง ems 60฿ ต่อชิ้น / ชิ้นต่อไป10฿
    ** ส่งลงทะเบียน 5-7 วัน รับของ
    ** ส่ง EMS 2-3 วัน ทำงาน รับของ

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  • 💘 SERAPHIM

chiseled cherub
a cobblestone cupid
a heavy feather flipped
asphalt angel
city street slick
with wings clumsy and clipped

found drying in the sun
downed for flying too low
and lying in the spot where you tripped

earth bound and dying 
seraphs dream
you are forgotten
for my hearts memory slipped

#clipped
#angelwing
#photo#poem
#notalovepoem
#imagesandwords
#seraphim#cupidcrumbles
  • 💘 SERAPHIM

    chiseled cherub
    a cobblestone cupid
    a heavy feather flipped
    asphalt angel
    city street slick
    with wings clumsy and clipped

    found drying in the sun
    downed for flying too low
    and lying in the spot where you tripped

    earth bound and dying
    seraphs dream
    you are forgotten
    for my hearts memory slipped

    #clipped
    #angelwing
    #photo #poem
    #notalovepoem
    #imagesandwords
    #seraphim #cupidcrumbles
  • 1 1 2 minutes ago
  • Thought to Sleep On: The World is not comparing itself to you. People are.
  • Thought to Sleep On: The World is not comparing itself to you. People are.
  • 5 1 3 minutes ago
  • Take a trip to www.sailorpoet.com for new poetry:

Shun (Ripe Fruit)

At Nature’s Command fruits swell on tree and vine
Until at their best. We hold in our hands
Flesh stretched under skin given to our touch
Just enough for juice to well up. Imagine
When we burst through the skin how the juice will drip
Down our hands and pool in our palm like
The primordial pond where life’s first seed found purchase
Birthing in us the path to arrive at this moment
When on a warm, transparent day we can look
Through the blue that filled our enormous skies
And urge ourselves on and on and on until fulfilled.

We will bask in our final sweetness as if drunk
On the heavy wine we have filled our glass with.

Upon reading Rilke’s ‘Autumn Day’ as translated by Stephen Mitchell, published by Vintage International, NYC in 1982.

Shun: https://shun.kaiusaltd.com/blog/what-does-shun-mean

#poetry #poetsofinstagram #poem #poemsofinstagram #poet #creativewriting #rilke #rilkeproject #ripefruit #chapmanuniversity #socal #sailorpoet #orangecalifornia
  • Take a trip to www.sailorpoet.com for new poetry:

    Shun (Ripe Fruit)

    At Nature’s Command fruits swell on tree and vine
Until at their best. We hold in our hands
Flesh stretched under skin given to our touch
Just enough for juice to well up. Imagine
When we burst through the skin how the juice will drip
Down our hands and pool in our palm like
The primordial pond where life’s first seed found purchase
Birthing in us the path to arrive at this moment
When on a warm, transparent day we can look
Through the blue that filled our enormous skies
And urge ourselves on and on and on until fulfilled.
    
We will bask in our final sweetness as if drunk
On the heavy wine we have filled our glass with.
    
Upon reading Rilke’s ‘Autumn Day’ as translated by Stephen Mitchell, published by Vintage International, NYC in 1982.
    
Shun: https://shun.kaiusaltd.com/blog/what-does-shun-mean

    #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poem #poemsofinstagram #poet #creativewriting #rilke #rilkeproject #ripefruit #chapmanuniversity #socal #sailorpoet #orangecalifornia
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  • “our story” ❤️
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update: last post had a typo 🤷🏻‍♀️
  • “our story” ❤️
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    update: last post had a typo 🤷🏻‍♀️
  • 3 1 4 minutes ago
  • My existence is a complicated culmination of emotion, and a lack there of. I will smile with you. I'll laugh and I'll cry, and if you give me a glimpse I'll hang on tell I die. On the other hand I have a streak of being too weak, but give me a week and I'll forget that I even have a heart.
 To remind you this wasn't my idea from the start. You obviously took a shot in the dark, and didnt expect me to grab on like a shark. I felt the spark, but I gueas there's a complication in what I though was a perfect culmination. It's nothing new, I'm used to being something no one wants anytging to do. With. #myspace #aesthetic #emokid #blackandwhite #flash #poem #bored #goodnight
  • My existence is a complicated culmination of emotion, and a lack there of. I will smile with you. I'll laugh and I'll cry, and if you give me a glimpse I'll hang on tell I die. On the other hand I have a streak of being too weak, but give me a week and I'll forget that I even have a heart.
    To remind you this wasn't my idea from the start. You obviously took a shot in the dark, and didnt expect me to grab on like a shark. I felt the spark, but I gueas there's a complication in what I though was a perfect culmination. It's nothing new, I'm used to being something no one wants anytging to do. With. #myspace #aesthetic #emokid #blackandwhite #flash #poem #bored #goodnight
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ダメな人間を目にしては
怒りや生きづらさを覚えるけど

そんな姿を見て私は強くなる
そんな姿を見て私は学ぶの

#poem #instagood #blue
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    ダメな人間を目にしては
    怒りや生きづらさを覚えるけど

    そんな姿を見て私は強くなる
    そんな姿を見て私は学ぶの

    #poem #instagood #blue
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  • I still can’t let go
  • I still can’t let go
  • 4 2 5 minutes ago
  • B.M~ 
There was once a boy
Who loved art so much
That he became art
One who's smile
Radiates within our hearts
One who's laugh
Is like music to our ears
One who's voice
Can knock a room to it's knees
And mostly one who's aura
Is as bright and uplifting
As the words that leave his lips
He's had his share of troubles 
And fell into a dark hole
With no hope of return
But now I tell you his strength
And how he made his way out
He never gave up
And that's why we love him
For we are glad he's here
Because without him
There would be no light 
#poetry #poem #poet
  • B.M~
    There was once a boy
    Who loved art so much
    That he became art
    One who's smile
    Radiates within our hearts
    One who's laugh
    Is like music to our ears
    One who's voice
    Can knock a room to it's knees
    And mostly one who's aura
    Is as bright and uplifting
    As the words that leave his lips
    He's had his share of troubles
    And fell into a dark hole
    With no hope of return
    But now I tell you his strength
    And how he made his way out
    He never gave up
    And that's why we love him
    For we are glad he's here
    Because without him
    There would be no light
    #poetry #poem #poet
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  • I know I should not
  • I know I should not
  • 5 1 6 minutes ago
  • .
I am trying to make sense, 
like my 9th grade science experiment 
out of everything I am feeling. 
It’s a humongous consequence
of my copious thoughts. 
I haven’t paused my thinking 
ever since you left, 
ever since I fell again
because this time, 
the path was neat and clear. 
I haven’t comprehended my 
unusual tripping and the inability 
of rising. Maybe it’s a slow process 
or maybe there’s something more to it
but, I truly haven’t stopped
paying attention to what things 
could have been and what have actually been.
I replenished myself with 
more thoughts and reasoning. 
And this time,
my breaths were short, 
shorter than my 
shortest skirt I owned. 
Like I had to run because 
my city was on fire
collapsing into ashes,
like I had to catch that train 
I was nearly about to miss, 
like my love was to flow, 
if there was no custody
because my love, it was flexible 
in its own ways, it took shapes 
of hearts of who it loved. 
And I am still trying to make sense, 
because my heart is that 
little child that hasn’t been 
nourished or moulded into 
an energy ready for growth, 
that hasn’t been taught right or wrong 
so that is the way it functions 
by constantly trying to make sense. .
-Pranamya Akella
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    I am trying to make sense,
    like my 9th grade science experiment
    out of everything I am feeling.
    It’s a humongous consequence
    of my copious thoughts.
    I haven’t paused my thinking
    ever since you left,
    ever since I fell again
    because this time,
    the path was neat and clear.
    I haven’t comprehended my
    unusual tripping and the inability
    of rising. Maybe it’s a slow process
    or maybe there’s something more to it
    but, I truly haven’t stopped
    paying attention to what things
    could have been and what have actually been.
    I replenished myself with
    more thoughts and reasoning.
    And this time,
    my breaths were short,
    shorter than my
    shortest skirt I owned.
    Like I had to run because
    my city was on fire
    collapsing into ashes,
    like I had to catch that train
    I was nearly about to miss,
    like my love was to flow,
    if there was no custody
    because my love, it was flexible
    in its own ways, it took shapes
    of hearts of who it loved.
    And I am still trying to make sense,
    because my heart is that
    little child that hasn’t been
    nourished or moulded into
    an energy ready for growth,
    that hasn’t been taught right or wrong
    so that is the way it functions
    by constantly trying to make sense. .
    -Pranamya Akella
  • 5 1 6 minutes ago
  • The Untold and Undone

Listen.
There are things I left untold.
And now I don’t know whether you’d care to know.
But I woke up early to send you a wish
Every morning without fail or compromise.
To tell you in the most subtle of ways
That without you I wouldn’t be this way.

Jittery on my knees and fantasy in my eyes,
I’d feel the words of your reply
And let it soothe my shaking nerves,
Of precarious dreams and preposterous cries.
Perhaps I failed to tell you in person
That I wouldn’t ever mind you taking your time,
And further, that I’d hold you tighter,
Whenever you decided to let me in.

Shy with the mouthful of words
I never could tell you how it was
That when your eyes met mine, I turned subvert.
The meaning of phrases choked up my throat.
How simply in that innocent smile
You completed a baffled being in turmoil.
Not once could I tell you how writing was therapy,
But writing for you was sheer pleasure
A faulty design of time space
Otherwise I’d do everything to persist.
Giving up was never the way to go.
But of all the blows to my heart
The burden of the untold took up most part.

Wait. Don’t go yet.
There are things I left undone.
We never could jump puddles together.
I could never whisper songs into your ears
While seated beside you in private
Or across the room in public space
And wink at you from the other side
To watch you blush and look away.
We could never lie in bed at night
And take turns to read old plays and prose
While biting off a bar of chocolate or maybe sip off a cup of latte.

It would seem that of all my numbered gifts, keeping you wasn’t one of them.

And so I keep my thoughts as a bar, of a standard that is unattainably far. Fearful that the reality would, dampen the beauty of what was undone, while the spoken words would be inconsistent with the true glamour of what was left untold. // Writer - Shubhankar Chakravarty
  • The Untold and Undone

    Listen.
    There are things I left untold.
    And now I don’t know whether you’d care to know.
    But I woke up early to send you a wish
    Every morning without fail or compromise.
    To tell you in the most subtle of ways
    That without you I wouldn’t be this way.

    Jittery on my knees and fantasy in my eyes,
    I’d feel the words of your reply
    And let it soothe my shaking nerves,
    Of precarious dreams and preposterous cries.
    Perhaps I failed to tell you in person
    That I wouldn’t ever mind you taking your time,
    And further, that I’d hold you tighter,
    Whenever you decided to let me in.

    Shy with the mouthful of words
    I never could tell you how it was
    That when your eyes met mine, I turned subvert.
    The meaning of phrases choked up my throat.
    How simply in that innocent smile
    You completed a baffled being in turmoil.
    Not once could I tell you how writing was therapy,
    But writing for you was sheer pleasure
    A faulty design of time space
    Otherwise I’d do everything to persist.
    Giving up was never the way to go.
    But of all the blows to my heart
    The burden of the untold took up most part.

    Wait. Don’t go yet.
    There are things I left undone.
    We never could jump puddles together.
    I could never whisper songs into your ears
    While seated beside you in private
    Or across the room in public space
    And wink at you from the other side
    To watch you blush and look away.
    We could never lie in bed at night
    And take turns to read old plays and prose
    While biting off a bar of chocolate or maybe sip off a cup of latte.

    It would seem that of all my numbered gifts, keeping you wasn’t one of them.

    And so I keep my thoughts as a bar, of a standard that is unattainably far. Fearful that the reality would, dampen the beauty of what was undone, while the spoken words would be inconsistent with the true glamour of what was left untold. // Writer - Shubhankar Chakravarty
  • 5 2 8 minutes ago
  • And I hope you’ll leave a light on for me too 💡♥️
  • And I hope you’ll leave a light on for me too 💡♥️
  • 10 2 8 minutes ago
  • CHUVA👇🏽👇🏽
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Sinto chover dentro de mim
Mas por fora também chove: chorei;
A dor que me corrói não tem fim,
E de tanta tristeza desidratei. .
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Perco as forças, esmoreço,
Escrava do amor e da solidão,
Fui tola e paguei um alto preço
Por ter te dado meu coração.
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Sobre meu rosto, forte tempestade,
No meu peito, a fúria do trovão,
Os meus olhos lacrimejam verdade,
Oh vida injusta, doce ilusão!
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Partes de mim levaram as águas,
Mas a dor não cessa, mata,
Foi-se o amor, ficaram as mágoas
E o nó na garganta o tempo desata. .
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Talvez, a chuva pare de repente
E eu veja um arco-íris aparecer,
Permita que o sol brilhe lentamente
E eu sinta minh’alma renascer.
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Escoa pelas minhas têmporas
A mácula de minhas entranhas,
Soluça por dentro:
Coração, por que choras?
Não é tarde, é tempo,
A chuva foi embora. .
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Tássia de Souza

#Poema #Poesia #Poem #Poetry #Poetisa #Words #Poetizando #Chuva #Rain #Amor #Love #Solidão #Coração #Heart
  • CHUVA👇🏽👇🏽
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    Sinto chover dentro de mim
    Mas por fora também chove: chorei;
    A dor que me corrói não tem fim,
    E de tanta tristeza desidratei. .
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    Perco as forças, esmoreço,
    Escrava do amor e da solidão,
    Fui tola e paguei um alto preço
    Por ter te dado meu coração.
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    Sobre meu rosto, forte tempestade,
    No meu peito, a fúria do trovão,
    Os meus olhos lacrimejam verdade,
    Oh vida injusta, doce ilusão!
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    Partes de mim levaram as águas,
    Mas a dor não cessa, mata,
    Foi-se o amor, ficaram as mágoas
    E o nó na garganta o tempo desata. .
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    Talvez, a chuva pare de repente
    E eu veja um arco-íris aparecer,
    Permita que o sol brilhe lentamente
    E eu sinta minh’alma renascer.
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    Escoa pelas minhas têmporas
    A mácula de minhas entranhas,
    Soluça por dentro:
    Coração, por que choras?
    Não é tarde, é tempo,
    A chuva foi embora. .
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    Tássia de Souza

    #Poema #Poesia #Poem #Poetry #Poetisa #Words #Poetizando #Chuva #Rain #Amor #Love #Solidão #Coração #Heart
  • 0 1 10 minutes ago
  • - Love & Misadventures -
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Lang Leav is an inspiration. :)
She inspired some of my poems at @yukipabilona 
Thank u nang @yilaien19 hehe
  • - Love & Misadventures -
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    Lang Leav is an inspiration. :)
    She inspired some of my poems at @yukipabilona
    Thank u nang @yilaien19 hehe
  • 9 1 17 hours ago
  • We often spend time thinking about those who most probably don't think of us. We turn them into legends through our writing, stories and art, but to them we may not even be a reminiscing thought.
  • We often spend time thinking about those who most probably don't think of us. We turn them into legends through our writing, stories and art, but to them we may not even be a reminiscing thought.
  • 46 3 23 hours ago