Heej! ✨😌 Bardzo cieszy mnie już taka piękna pogoda, bo naprawdę czekam już na prawdziwe, słoneczne, cieplutkie lato! 🌞 Zauważyłam ze takie lekko prywatne wiersze, a szczególnie o miłości zdecydowanie lepiej są przez Was przyjmowane i chętniej czytane ☺️ Być może wynika to z tego, że jesteście w stanie odnaleźć w nich własne uczucia, czy przeżycia 😌 Dajcie znać ☺️ Czasami jesteśmy w przyjaźni, miłości i wydaje nam się, że to ta osoba, że w końcu mamy z kimś wspaniała relacje. Nawet sobie nie zdajemy sprawy jak w jednej chwili może ta nasza relacja się zmienić i jak z dnia na dzień na osoba może dla nas kompletnie nic nie znaczyć lub po prostu być w naszym życiu taka najbardziej rażąca kula promienista 😪 Dziękuje Wam za coraz częstsze wiadomości prywatne, jest to dla mnie naprawdę bardzo miłe i motywujące 🥰 Ściskam Was mocno, miłego tygodnia! ❤️ #poezja#poezjawspółczesna#wiersz#miłość#przyjaźń#poetry#poem#artysta#poe#poet#passion#wierszowanie_czwartkowe_z_zuzanną
140617 hours ago
If there is nothing else you ever take away from anything I say, please let it be this: your feelings are not always facts, even if they are always valid. Valid doesn't mean true. Sometimes, your feelings are misleading and misguiding, and you have to learn to interpret them with logic and reason and common sense. ⠀
If you do not do this, you become a pawn of the world. You become vulnerable, mostly, if not entirely, to your own impulses, biases and fears.
326811 hours ago
//of longing and heartbreaks// "What are we willing to do for love Deb?" .
"Then why isn't it enough?"
Deb looks up at me as if I asked the most simple question ever. "But it is enough Noor." Deb says as he turns away taking few steps,puts on the record.
Somewhere around the corner Beethoven plays.
"Then why don't people stay?" I hear myself mumble.
The two cup of coffee placed in front of us smells of caffeine and regret.
"People do stay. In our hearts. Even if they leave we carry them forever." Deb says .
"What's the point in loving someone then?" I find myself questioning. The nearly crowded street seems a bit lonely. .
"Love isn't a destination Noor, it's more like the journey. It's in the effort to become someone's something in a world where we are nothing.You don't stop when you find the one,that's from where your life starts."
Now a days Deb talks like he's a hundred year old. That's the way he is. He always says the right thing even when the time is often wrong.
"I think there's a some kind of peace in the pieces someone left you." Deb continues .
"What kind?" I asks
Beethoven stopped playing,the air around us becomes light. Through the curtain there's a tiny ray of sunshine peeking. I could hear laughter around us.
Deb gets up pays the bill. I sit there for a couple more minutes. As his shadow fades slowly he calls my name.
"The kind after few years when you look back and smile. Not because they broke you but because it was that person who broke you."
Throw back to a veeeery old drawing from my teenage years. It's now on someone's wall somewhere in California. I love how selling my art online allow me to ne conected to art lovers all around the world
Picking and choosing
I said I needed you
You picked and choose
What if I did the same to you
Picking and choosing the times to fuck with you
You made it loud and clear
Switching up was something that you seen in your eyes as clear
Running game is for the lames
Some junk you entertained
I said my truth
Followed by chucking it up
I changed you say but did you ever think I act the way I do because of you
Just like when I asked you a question the whole topic changed
Could never figure out what you wanted to do however you figured out not to speak the truth
Found out you just wanted to pick when to fuck with me
Let’s switch it up imma choose not to fuck with you
And chuck the deuces Up At you boo
*Our stash is in our sun
& so Jasmine is done
I couldn’t please Jasmine
because only a couple of days ago
I met the proper understanding of life
A few people were busy talking on the street
I was mortified & tried to speak louder than all of them
Our stash is in our sun!
& so the neighbor said that Jasmine is done!
She asked me to write a short story about her boyfriends
I laughed & laughed & laughed until she left
toward the popular old world shrub. A cape
of ornamental & bears fragrant cobblestones
Whether that was true? She gave me a rule
We have things to do —- which I cannot do
Create me an alphabet
or better go home
it wouldn’t do,
because of horrible flowers
23110 hours ago
Devranın cevrinden şikâyet etme Hâfız
Sen kulsun, Allah’ın işini sen ne bilirsin.
قلبم آشیانه ی کلاغ هاست
چشمانم کُره ای تخریب شده
لبانم زخم آویزان از زبان لال شده
و نگاهم اضطرابِ طنابِ دارِ قتل های نکرده
عزیزم این جنازه از برای عاشقی نیست،
تمامم خاکستر است تنها مرا به نسیم بسپار
می خواهم بر لباس پیرزنی بنشینم که چشم هایش هنوز سرزمینی برای زندگی است...
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9210 hours ago
Fr/ Instant sucré pendant la renaissance de la nature 🌳☀️
Découvrez mon poème "At the little paradise" sur les site suivant :
Eng/ A sweet moment during the rebirth of nature 🌳☀️
Discover my poem "At the little paradise" on the following websites:
with grave intention
from the things I never said
and forbidden to
from this currency
the thousand dawns
But even if
I left them
bound at the neck
the poundage of those words
They return to my chest
bearing nine more lives
1451623 April, 2019
I never knew the depths my soul can course through,
once it learned of its fate next to your name. And I was finally told of its measure when you ran your blade down the troughs of my convulsing flesh. There, a home awaits me at rock bottom.
104523 April, 2019
❤ @nazanin.l_d ❤
غم انگیزترین انسان ها
که برداشت دیگران
برایشان زیادی مهم است. .