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  • breathe
open your eyes
let them slowly adjust 
be comfortable in the uncomfortable
exciting things await you
transformation will occur
clarity will come
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  • breathe
    open your eyes
    let them slowly adjust
    be comfortable in the uncomfortable
    exciting things await you
    transformation will occur
    clarity will come
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  • I like oceans. I like the waves touching me like memories. Salt on my body which feels like bittersweet taste of love.
I am the Ocean. I am who touches your feet softly and gently. I am who hides my tides and turns them into calm waves before they reach you.
I am the Ocean, who is in love with you and lives inside of you.
@sadguynextdoor
  • I like oceans. I like the waves touching me like memories. Salt on my body which feels like bittersweet taste of love.
    I am the Ocean. I am who touches your feet softly and gently. I am who hides my tides and turns them into calm waves before they reach you.
    I am the Ocean, who is in love with you and lives inside of you.
    @sadguynextdoor
  • 396 8 1 hour ago
  • 🌿 Лирика 🌿
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Когда я была моложе, 
я ходила босиком по ветру, 
мечтала о вкусе моря, 
и ела много конфет.
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Когда я была моложе, 
я любила бродить ночами, 
пила...крепкого чая, 
мечтая увидеть рассвет.
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Когда я стала взрослее, 
мечтать стало труднее, 
голова забита дилеммами, 
а вокруг куча проблем.
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Когда я буду взрослее, 
я стану немного мудрее, 
искать звёзды на небе, 
и слушать морской прибой.
📌 И тут я как бэ сдулась! 😂
⠀ ©Лиза Сибиренко
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Стихоплёт из меня так себе 😁, но иногда хочется немного лиричности! 
Не обессудьте! 🙈 ❓Кто еще рифмы слагает? Признавайтесь! 
Выкладывать ли мне свои стихотворные потуги? 😁
  • 🌿 Лирика 🌿

    Когда я была моложе,
    я ходила босиком по ветру,
    мечтала о вкусе моря,
    и ела много конфет.

    Когда я была моложе,
    я любила бродить ночами,
    пила...крепкого чая,
    мечтая увидеть рассвет.

    Когда я стала взрослее,
    мечтать стало труднее,
    голова забита дилеммами,
    а вокруг куча проблем.

    Когда я буду взрослее,
    я стану немного мудрее,
    искать звёзды на небе,
    и слушать морской прибой.
    📌 И тут я как бэ сдулась! 😂
    ⠀ ©Лиза Сибиренко

    Стихоплёт из меня так себе 😁, но иногда хочется немного лиричности!
    Не обессудьте! 🙈 ❓Кто еще рифмы слагает? Признавайтесь!
    Выкладывать ли мне свои стихотворные потуги? 😁
  • 178 35 1 hour ago
  • Just a daily reminder
  • Just a daily reminder
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  • Counterfeit Impressions
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  • Нам есть что вспомнить, давай немного понастальгируем под конец зимы, что нас свела и развела она же. Помнишь, как мы могли болтать часами обо всем и нас не надоело. Мы знали как оголятся для постели не только телами, но и обнажали души своими высказанными мыслями. Мы пили кофе литрами, а после часами целовались горьковатыми губами, у твоего подъезда. А помнишь, как от моих поцелуев у тебя бежали по ногам мурашки, когда я целовал тебя в шею? Я знал, что ни одна твоя клетка не могла быть спокойна когда я сзади... А помнишь как ты громко смеялась, когда не позволил тебе опоздать на рейс? Твои глаза были как у маленького ребенка, ты от восторга светилась и смотрела на меня будто я спас в эту минуту твой мир. Ты прощала мне, все ошибки и мечтала со мной на лыжах объездить весь свет. Чтобы на пару увидеть все горы Кавказа. Пешем обойти весь север и дикарями уснуть от усталости, под пальмой где-то на белоснежных песках. Ты представляешь, как много оказывается, у нас было планов? Я знаю, тебя всю. Каждую твою родинку и помню на ощупь каждый твой шрам. Ты молчишь, когда тебе больно, и ждешь, что я обниму тебя, и поцелую. Чтобы вновь ощутить спокойствие и ты могла заснуть на моих руках,нежным клубком. Помнишь, как я полюбил тебя? Простую. Не за изысканные, вечерние платья и высоту каблуков. Ты была в джинсах, свитере и кроссовках, а я увидел тебя, и по тебе помер. Уже тогда зная, как нам будет, вдвоем, по-кайфу. 
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#стих #поэзия #чакпаланик#иосифбродский #книга #книги #литература #грусть #читаю #красиво #любовь #стихи #стихотворение #стихиолюбви #лирика#бродский#ахматова#цветаева#полозкова#красиво#poet#poetry#beauty#beautiful#блок#пушкин
  • Нам есть что вспомнить, давай немного понастальгируем под конец зимы, что нас свела и развела она же. Помнишь, как мы могли болтать часами обо всем и нас не надоело. Мы знали как оголятся для постели не только телами, но и обнажали души своими высказанными мыслями. Мы пили кофе литрами, а после часами целовались горьковатыми губами, у твоего подъезда. А помнишь, как от моих поцелуев у тебя бежали по ногам мурашки, когда я целовал тебя в шею? Я знал, что ни одна твоя клетка не могла быть спокойна когда я сзади... А помнишь как ты громко смеялась, когда не позволил тебе опоздать на рейс? Твои глаза были как у маленького ребенка, ты от восторга светилась и смотрела на меня будто я спас в эту минуту твой мир. Ты прощала мне, все ошибки и мечтала со мной на лыжах объездить весь свет. Чтобы на пару увидеть все горы Кавказа. Пешем обойти весь север и дикарями уснуть от усталости, под пальмой где-то на белоснежных песках. Ты представляешь, как много оказывается, у нас было планов? Я знаю, тебя всю. Каждую твою родинку и помню на ощупь каждый твой шрам. Ты молчишь, когда тебе больно, и ждешь, что я обниму тебя, и поцелую. Чтобы вновь ощутить спокойствие и ты могла заснуть на моих руках,нежным клубком. Помнишь, как я полюбил тебя? Простую. Не за изысканные, вечерние платья и высоту каблуков. Ты была в джинсах, свитере и кроссовках, а я увидел тебя, и по тебе помер. Уже тогда зная, как нам будет, вдвоем, по-кайфу.
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    #стих #поэзия #чакпаланик #иосифбродский #книга #книги #литература #грусть #читаю #красиво #любовь #стихи #стихотворение #стихиолюбви #лирика #бродский #ахматова #цветаева #полозкова #красиво #poet #poetry #beauty #beautiful #блок #пушкин
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  • It was a single moment of time when it all caught up with her. ‘I’m not crying’, she repeated over and over - and to a certain extent she wasn’t - when words failed her, tears did not.
  • It was a single moment of time when it all caught up with her. ‘I’m not crying’, she repeated over and over - and to a certain extent she wasn’t - when words failed her, tears did not.
  • 1 1 1 minute ago
  • Ay y’all. I decided to begin again, and start over with how I show up here. It felt like a great place to start, with a photo of myself in pjs and with no filter, messy hair and a nice big pimple, for I want to use social media as a way to connect rather than what I find it can sometimes be as the opposite. So I just want to show you who I really am, which I feel will include a mix of photos of me, my food, poetry, my expressed feelings, my perspectives on certain things, and so on. I’m going to play around with it everyday, but one thing I know I want to do is to stay humble. I have traveled through the realms of showing up here as a way to feel superior to my inferiority, which I learned inferiority is actually braver than superiority, because at least than I am taking off a mask that I have anything figured out. When I become comfortable with all of the ways I felt small, I learned the strength and power of humility. I am not smaller or bigger, I just am who I am, and I’m enough. And to be honest, I am still learning all of this, and that’s ok. Lastly, this new Instagram name (if you haven’t noticed, I’ve changed it 5 + times within the past week or so) is the one I started with in the first place, it’s the one my inner child loves the most, so if humility is my commitment, this name feels right. I love you all. Thank you for being here and for being you.
  • Ay y’all. I decided to begin again, and start over with how I show up here. It felt like a great place to start, with a photo of myself in pjs and with no filter, messy hair and a nice big pimple, for I want to use social media as a way to connect rather than what I find it can sometimes be as the opposite. So I just want to show you who I really am, which I feel will include a mix of photos of me, my food, poetry, my expressed feelings, my perspectives on certain things, and so on. I’m going to play around with it everyday, but one thing I know I want to do is to stay humble. I have traveled through the realms of showing up here as a way to feel superior to my inferiority, which I learned inferiority is actually braver than superiority, because at least than I am taking off a mask that I have anything figured out. When I become comfortable with all of the ways I felt small, I learned the strength and power of humility. I am not smaller or bigger, I just am who I am, and I’m enough. And to be honest, I am still learning all of this, and that’s ok. Lastly, this new Instagram name (if you haven’t noticed, I’ve changed it 5 + times within the past week or so) is the one I started with in the first place, it’s the one my inner child loves the most, so if humility is my commitment, this name feels right. I love you all. Thank you for being here and for being you.
  • 0 1 1 minute ago
  • By Saman

Everyday when I look into the mirror, I see a reflection of my lean pale self. I have scars and my skin is pierced with different needles to keep me alive. I see the look of relief in the eyes of my parents when I wake up every morning,  for I have survived yet another day. But I know it won't last long. I can sense it; my body is getting weaker day by day and my skin turning pale. I know these medicines are just delaying my destiny. My time to say good bye is coming near. I guess even my parents know it but they are just praying for the impossible to happen. I don't know how long I have left, still I consider myself lucky because when the time comes, I can have my goodbye speech prepared unlike those who don't even get a chance to register what happened. At least I get to spend time with my loved ones and create happy memories to help me get closure and go away with peace unlike those  who are just left with regret. Every day that I survive, I get a do-over to alter my speech, to add new memories to my collection and hope to see the next morning. Uncertainty is always there but I guess that's what you get when you sign up for Cancer.

Or so I thought. But now I am realising that it isn’t pitch black; there is hope like the flicker of light in a dark hallway. Everyday when I see a new morning, my faith in God is reinstated and it makes me exclaim, "Miracles do happen, you just need to have faith and be patient enough!" Maybe, just maybe, what I should be focusing on isn't my farewell speech but a welcome home sonnet! With this thought I close my eyes with a smile on my face and a belief that I will open them again. - An emerging cancer survivor

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  • By Saman

    Everyday when I look into the mirror, I see a reflection of my lean pale self. I have scars and my skin is pierced with different needles to keep me alive. I see the look of relief in the eyes of my parents when I wake up every morning, for I have survived yet another day. But I know it won't last long. I can sense it; my body is getting weaker day by day and my skin turning pale. I know these medicines are just delaying my destiny. My time to say good bye is coming near. I guess even my parents know it but they are just praying for the impossible to happen. I don't know how long I have left, still I consider myself lucky because when the time comes, I can have my goodbye speech prepared unlike those who don't even get a chance to register what happened. At least I get to spend time with my loved ones and create happy memories to help me get closure and go away with peace unlike those who are just left with regret. Every day that I survive, I get a do-over to alter my speech, to add new memories to my collection and hope to see the next morning. Uncertainty is always there but I guess that's what you get when you sign up for Cancer.

    Or so I thought. But now I am realising that it isn’t pitch black; there is hope like the flicker of light in a dark hallway. Everyday when I see a new morning, my faith in God is reinstated and it makes me exclaim, "Miracles do happen, you just need to have faith and be patient enough!" Maybe, just maybe, what I should be focusing on isn't my farewell speech but a welcome home sonnet! With this thought I close my eyes with a smile on my face and a belief that I will open them again. - An emerging cancer survivor

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  • 3 0 2 minutes ago
  • Trigger Warning: Self Harm 
Sometimes the people who have conquered the most have breaking points too. Check your strong friends.
  • Trigger Warning: Self Harm
    Sometimes the people who have conquered the most have breaking points too. Check your strong friends.
  • 6 1 2 minutes ago
  • Knowing him will be like touching happiness over and over again,
There will be no boundaries when you will love him,
He,
Will remind you of all the good you have ever done,
And how all the bad doesn't even matter. .
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His lips will taste like honey in your mouth,
You will like his hands more and more when you will be looking for sword to fight your demons. .
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When he will laugh,
The sun will rise. .
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When he would look at you,
You will know peace. 
The one you never knew existed. .
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Kissing him will not always be lustful,
It will be like your lips found  a home. .
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You won't panic in his arms,
And his eyes will be your safety. .
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He will push you towards motivation,
And your fears will run down your body like shiver  every time he will breathe down your neck.
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You will know happiness like a remedy to all your existence that you always hated.
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Your body will remember his touch like verses of holy books. .
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When he will be the one,
He will make you feel like you're the only one. .
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  • Knowing him will be like touching happiness over and over again,
    There will be no boundaries when you will love him,
    He,
    Will remind you of all the good you have ever done,
    And how all the bad doesn't even matter. .
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    His lips will taste like honey in your mouth,
    You will like his hands more and more when you will be looking for sword to fight your demons. .
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    When he will laugh,
    The sun will rise. .
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    When he would look at you,
    You will know peace.
    The one you never knew existed. .
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    Kissing him will not always be lustful,
    It will be like your lips found a home. .
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    You won't panic in his arms,
    And his eyes will be your safety. .
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    He will push you towards motivation,
    And your fears will run down your body like shiver every time he will breathe down your neck.
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    You will know happiness like a remedy to all your existence that you always hated.
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    Your body will remember his touch like verses of holy books. .
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    When he will be the one,
    He will make you feel like you're the only one. .
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    - I.K. .
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  • 7 0 2 minutes ago
  • ***Available Now ***
Coming from a place of internal uncertainty, Vontress Ortega has opened the gateway of self-love through her book Affirmed Queen: A Book of Affirmations for a Woman in Healing. Learning to love herself despite the naysayers of the world, self-doubt, and negative inner demons we all face at one point or another, she fought with everything she had to stand above ground and take control of her inner peace through the use of positive affirmations. 
Positive affirmations can be used to transform our lives in exceptional ways. Throughout this book, there is an affirmation for every week of the year. You will be guided to use these affirmations to permanently alter the way you think, to move away from damaging self-beliefs, and to actively pursue the life you really want to live filled with complete love of self.

With Affirmed Queen, you will no longer feel powerless over your negative thoughts, no longer struggling to make up your own affirmations. Affirmed Queen has done all the work for you!

So, jump in, Queen, and discover how you can influence your thoughts, attract great things into your life, and step closer to your ideal future as you embrace yourself for everything that you are. 💕
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  • ***Available Now ***
    Coming from a place of internal uncertainty, Vontress Ortega has opened the gateway of self-love through her book Affirmed Queen: A Book of Affirmations for a Woman in Healing. Learning to love herself despite the naysayers of the world, self-doubt, and negative inner demons we all face at one point or another, she fought with everything she had to stand above ground and take control of her inner peace through the use of positive affirmations.
    Positive affirmations can be used to transform our lives in exceptional ways. Throughout this book, there is an affirmation for every week of the year. You will be guided to use these affirmations to permanently alter the way you think, to move away from damaging self-beliefs, and to actively pursue the life you really want to live filled with complete love of self.

    With Affirmed Queen, you will no longer feel powerless over your negative thoughts, no longer struggling to make up your own affirmations. Affirmed Queen has done all the work for you!

    So, jump in, Queen, and discover how you can influence your thoughts, attract great things into your life, and step closer to your ideal future as you embrace yourself for everything that you are. 💕
    💕
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  • 0 0 3 minutes ago
  • Sometimes the mad inside of us awakes and tells us “Why so serious?” 🤪 “Kudur” means going crazy. 🤬
  • Sometimes the mad inside of us awakes and tells us “Why so serious?” 🤪 “Kudur” means going crazy. 🤬
  • 4 2 3 minutes ago
  • -Raw 1-
My Emotions are like porcelain in a china shop
I'm a raging bull breaking down till my body drops
My Depression is claiming roots causing my mind to rot
Popping pills, as if it fills that spot marked food for thought
I'm hot, I'm cold-im no longer human
Internal bruising leave me brooding, 
Surface cuts keep me lucid
Routine check, dont call me stupid 
I'm aware of what I'm doing, I'm not completely clueless
Why would I do this?
Because I'm wounded
My heads in the clouds but their polluted
My reality is clashing with my illusions
I apologize for the confusion

I laugh but not because I find it amusing
Because I still feel despite it all..that I'm improving
  • -Raw 1-
    My Emotions are like porcelain in a china shop
    I'm a raging bull breaking down till my body drops
    My Depression is claiming roots causing my mind to rot
    Popping pills, as if it fills that spot marked food for thought
    I'm hot, I'm cold-im no longer human
    Internal bruising leave me brooding,
    Surface cuts keep me lucid
    Routine check, dont call me stupid
    I'm aware of what I'm doing, I'm not completely clueless
    Why would I do this?
    Because I'm wounded
    My heads in the clouds but their polluted
    My reality is clashing with my illusions
    I apologize for the confusion

    I laugh but not because I find it amusing
    Because I still feel despite it all..that I'm improving
  • 30 10 12 hours ago
  • I didn’t cry when my mother died
Nor did I weep for the boy 
who first swung the axe 
against my adolescent chest 
I never feared the future 
for my orphaned spirit 
nor did I feel 
the silent crumblings of my bones 
It never mattered  who left
or who gets to stay 
My eyes remained dry 
as time submitted to decay 
But there’s always this eruption
impaling 
disemboweling 
Triggered at each arrival of pain 
Provoked by every  footstep departing
In the very depths 
of my unsullied core 
And I have been numb to it 
My thick barriers
muffling the screams 
of war and carnage 
surging beneath my flesh 
Now I’m certain 
of my tears
for my mother 
and the lover 
for all who were lost 
In the degree 
of a banshee’s howl
who’s been bound and gagged 
I cried for them all
I just didn’t know 
But it’s easy nowadays 
The crying 
my internal destruction 
arriving above my skin
Agony seeping through my pores 
of what poor estimate 
to the actual carnage 
within my viscera 
People see it,
they think I’m weak
But even the hardest stone 
is weathered under water
When soaked long enough
they eventually erode 
And I have been bathing in pain 
for a lifetime now 
Blind eyes 
we’re never meant to witness 
my bravery 
This violent turbulence 
rattling in every surface
of my humanity 
Very often I forget
I survived the very same thing 
that left others broken...
Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor . 
All rights reserved
  • I didn’t cry when my mother died
    Nor did I weep for the boy
    who first swung the axe
    against my adolescent chest
    I never feared the future
    for my orphaned spirit
    nor did I feel
    the silent crumblings of my bones
    It never mattered who left
    or who gets to stay
    My eyes remained dry
    as time submitted to decay
    But there’s always this eruption
    impaling
    disemboweling
    Triggered at each arrival of pain
    Provoked by every footstep departing
    In the very depths
    of my unsullied core
    And I have been numb to it
    My thick barriers
    muffling the screams
    of war and carnage
    surging beneath my flesh
    Now I’m certain
    of my tears
    for my mother
    and the lover
    for all who were lost
    In the degree
    of a banshee’s howl
    who’s been bound and gagged
    I cried for them all
    I just didn’t know
    But it’s easy nowadays
    The crying
    my internal destruction
    arriving above my skin
    Agony seeping through my pores
    of what poor estimate
    to the actual carnage
    within my viscera
    People see it,
    they think I’m weak
    But even the hardest stone
    is weathered under water
    When soaked long enough
    they eventually erode
    And I have been bathing in pain
    for a lifetime now
    Blind eyes
    we’re never meant to witness
    my bravery
    This violent turbulence
    rattling in every surface
    of my humanity
    Very often I forget
    I survived the very same thing
    that left others broken...
    Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor .
    All rights reserved
  • 621 99 9 February, 2019