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  • Maybe some day,
In some way,
In a universe far away,
We will meet again,
And everything will be okay ✨ 
Momentary Happiness
  • Maybe some day,
    In some way,
    In a universe far away,
    We will meet again,
    And everything will be okay ✨
    Momentary Happiness
  • 4,016 26 18 hours ago
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  • 5,735 69 18 January, 2020
  • It's more than just a need for touch when it's cold outside; it's a need to feel you, to be felt by you, to be understood by you, to stay up late at night poking holes in our souls to expose secrets the world is far from familiar with.

It's about opening up without the breaking of skin. It's about stitching up the damage history has caused us without sowing kits. Heartache has pointed edges, but it's about forgetting the fear of sharp objects and connecting the fabric of our souls together, entwining our cold fingers until we feel it in our spirits, squeezing until we loose blood circulation in our hands and then squeezing some more.

It's about not feeling the pains and anxieties we've carried, anymore. It's about breaking the walls that safeguard our castle hearts without feeling broken or broken into: I let you in, and you let me in. Yet it's also about learning the decency to politely knock before stepping foot into each other's kingdom, because others have broken down the doors and set our insides on fire.

See, I've been buried alive and barely alive since I was barely alive, but I'm very alive now.

All it took was a knock at the door.

Follow my personal page to get to know me more @farawaaayyy
My books are all available from the link in my bio! Love and light.
  • It's more than just a need for touch when it's cold outside; it's a need to feel you, to be felt by you, to be understood by you, to stay up late at night poking holes in our souls to expose secrets the world is far from familiar with.

    It's about opening up without the breaking of skin. It's about stitching up the damage history has caused us without sowing kits. Heartache has pointed edges, but it's about forgetting the fear of sharp objects and connecting the fabric of our souls together, entwining our cold fingers until we feel it in our spirits, squeezing until we loose blood circulation in our hands and then squeezing some more.

    It's about not feeling the pains and anxieties we've carried, anymore. It's about breaking the walls that safeguard our castle hearts without feeling broken or broken into: I let you in, and you let me in. Yet it's also about learning the decency to politely knock before stepping foot into each other's kingdom, because others have broken down the doors and set our insides on fire.

    See, I've been buried alive and barely alive since I was barely alive, but I'm very alive now.

    All it took was a knock at the door.

    Follow my personal page to get to know me more @farawaaayyy
    My books are all available from the link in my bio! Love and light.
  • 16,054 116 18 January, 2020
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  • 6,164 134 18 January, 2020

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  • Some People 🤫🤫
  • Some People 🤫🤫
  • 5 1 15 hours ago
  • baby, I'm hanging by the hinges of this summer breath,
hopping that you will remember me,
our memories are our monuments,
your smile is my greatest memory,
your love is the greatest thing that I ever known,
and on this summer day,
I embrace the sunbeams,
and I miss you...
  • baby, I'm hanging by the hinges of this summer breath,
    hopping that you will remember me,
    our memories are our monuments,
    your smile is my greatest memory,
    your love is the greatest thing that I ever known,
    and on this summer day,
    I embrace the sunbeams,
    and I miss you...
  • 2 1 15 hours ago
  • You do not know what it means to be a poet
if you never gazed at the sky aimlessly 
in broad daylight, smiling at the clouds
or sometimes looking for potholes 
where the stars remain temporarily cremated
You do not know what it means to be a poet:
if you haven't thought of squashing clouds into mud
to prepare chocolate ganachè, 
if you haven't wondered how they might taste plain-
cotton candy or buttercream?

You are nowhere close to being a poet:
if you believe poems are fonts and not handwriting,
if you do not dine with them in your sleep, 
if you prefer to stitch their scruffy hem, 
if you choose to kiss them behind the walls and 
not make love to them on a critic laden podium
You are nowhere close to being a poet:
if you love your deformed verses, half born couplets 
and struggling foetus of imagination 
less than your other Cinderella poetries,
if you prefer perfect romance and perfect ratios
over unsalted, homemade pies
and toughening ladder climbing experiences 
You are not a poet,
if you do not realize that:
the Sun ditches us to return to someone 
more compassionate every evening,
we will never be deserving enough 
to know what the trees have to say 
You are not a poet,
if you never stopped to have
mercy upon the weeds once in a while,
if the smell of books doesn't turn you on,
if you make a Tartarus out of yourself 
in search of Elysium,
if you keep running in circles of zeroes
and still look for loops of infinities -Word Mermaid🍃
-Not a Poet 
@wordmermaid 
#wordmermaid #silverleafpoetry #scribblersword #heartofpoets #globalagecaption #poemsindia #poetry #poems #poetryforthesoul #poet #poetess #poetofinstagram #poetessofinstagram #poetofig #poetessofig #poetrylovers #powerofwords #writersnetwork #poetrycommunity #poetrynetworking #poemsofig #poemgirl #poem #words #poetryporn #poemspost #poemporn #poemsociety #poetryislife #writingcommunity
  • You do not know what it means to be a poet
    if you never gazed at the sky aimlessly
    in broad daylight, smiling at the clouds
    or sometimes looking for potholes
    where the stars remain temporarily cremated
    You do not know what it means to be a poet:
    if you haven't thought of squashing clouds into mud
    to prepare chocolate ganachè,
    if you haven't wondered how they might taste plain-
    cotton candy or buttercream?

    You are nowhere close to being a poet:
    if you believe poems are fonts and not handwriting,
    if you do not dine with them in your sleep,
    if you prefer to stitch their scruffy hem,
    if you choose to kiss them behind the walls and
    not make love to them on a critic laden podium
    You are nowhere close to being a poet:
    if you love your deformed verses, half born couplets
    and struggling foetus of imagination
    less than your other Cinderella poetries,
    if you prefer perfect romance and perfect ratios
    over unsalted, homemade pies
    and toughening ladder climbing experiences
    You are not a poet,
    if you do not realize that:
    the Sun ditches us to return to someone
    more compassionate every evening,
    we will never be deserving enough
    to know what the trees have to say
    You are not a poet,
    if you never stopped to have
    mercy upon the weeds once in a while,
    if the smell of books doesn't turn you on,
    if you make a Tartarus out of yourself
    in search of Elysium,
    if you keep running in circles of zeroes
    and still look for loops of infinities -Word Mermaid🍃
    -Not a Poet
    @wordmermaid
    #wordmermaid #silverleafpoetry #scribblersword #heartofpoets #globalagecaption #poemsindia #poetry #poems #poetryforthesoul #poet #poetess #poetofinstagram #poetessofinstagram #poetofig #poetessofig #poetrylovers #powerofwords #writersnetwork #poetrycommunity #poetrynetworking #poemsofig #poemgirl #poem #words #poetryporn #poemspost #poemporn #poemsociety #poetryislife #writingcommunity
  • 2 0 15 hours ago
  • "up in the balcony, all the Romeo's are bleeding for your hand; blowing theater kisses; reciting lines they don't understand." Original Sin, Elton John
  • "up in the balcony, all the Romeo's are bleeding for your hand; blowing theater kisses; reciting lines they don't understand." Original Sin, Elton John
  • 3 1 15 hours ago
  • the one hundred and thirty ninth
  • the one hundred and thirty ninth
  • 1 1 15 hours ago
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آینه فروش
به جای بقیه ی پولم
دو تکه سنگ گذاشت کف دستم.
سنگ
من
و
آینه.
هزار سال است
زُل زده ام 
به مردی
که با دو تکه سنگ 
رو به رویم ایستاده 
و
زیر بارِ
شکستن
نمی رود.
  • .
    آینه فروش
    به جای بقیه ی پولم
    دو تکه سنگ گذاشت کف دستم.
    سنگ
    من
    و
    آینه.
    هزار سال است
    زُل زده ام
    به مردی
    که با دو تکه سنگ
    رو به رویم ایستاده
    و
    زیر بارِ
    شکستن
    نمی رود.
  • 6 1 15 hours ago