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  • Distance yourself from what’s causing you pain. // comment❤️if you relate
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My first poetry book ‘A lot like love’ is now available on Amazon & Flipkart! Link in bio.💫
  • Distance yourself from what’s causing you pain. // comment❤️if you relate
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    My first poetry book ‘A lot like love’ is now available on Amazon & Flipkart! Link in bio.💫
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  • 20.04.2019 // We haven’t discovered how to put them into effect...❤️
  • 20.04.2019 // We haven’t discovered how to put them into effect...❤️
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  • Here's something from another book I've been working on. ☕ #nichomachus
  • Here's something from another book I've been working on. ☕ #nichomachus
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  • In 2008, I published this poetry b4 college graduation...and this is the revised edition, complete with a new commentary, and never-before-seen photos! Feature poems include "Anonymous Letter" and my signature poem, "I Goddess." Available now on my website! #poetry #goddess #oya
  • In 2008, I published this poetry b4 college graduation...and this is the revised edition, complete with a new commentary, and never-before-seen photos! Feature poems include "Anonymous Letter" and my signature poem, "I Goddess." Available now on my website! #poetry #goddess #oya
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  • Aah! The life of a writer! Forever bitter-sweet!
  • Aah! The life of a writer! Forever bitter-sweet!
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  • -Permission
  • -Permission
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  • Day eighteen of #escapril, using the prompt “a happy place.”
  • Day eighteen of #escapril , using the prompt “a happy place.”
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  • He de aprender a vivir en esta singularidad obligada, que me ha obsequiado el universo. He de aprender a vivir sin el gusto de aquel dulce orgasmo que quedó tatuado en mí cuerpo. No me pidan que mi tez no se vuelva ácida luego de que en toda mi fertilidad crecieran limoneros, no se olvida tan fácil el verde cuando se ha florecido de rama en rama. La vida en esta selva para uno solo, es complicada. Una pena por cada gota. Cuesta danzar el cielo en plena tormenta para que la lluvia cese. Lleva tiempo y valor repensarse con cada relámpago y desconstruirse en cada trueno. Ambas acciones, cadena inevitable de causa y consecuencia. Cuesta no ver la lluvia como una balacera cuando todo lo que has conocido es saberte dolorosamente inundado. Cuesta, pero hoy en día prefiero mil perdigones bautizandome en plena madrugada, llevándose consigo los restos de ese amor que como pecado original se ha aferrado a mis miserias. He de aprender a ver el mundo a través de otros ojos, unos de niño quizá, donde los bocetos sean más sencillos y uno no se reproche a sí mismo por colorear fuera de la línea. Ya es hora de tomar carrera y pegar el salto, al fin y al cabo, que te crezcan alas o que la muerte te abrace con las suyas se dividen en un 45 por ciento de probabilidades cada una. El 10 restante no es más que la estela de esos sueños fugaces que aparecen cada tanto. De todas formas, el vuelo en esta efímera eternidad que nombramos vida se alterna entre eso, materia orgánica flotando en un punto tan ínfimo que su existencia podría considerarse la nada misma, espectros inexplicables y soñadores. He de encontrar la forma de dominar las estadísticas, de saberse vivo, deseante de libertad. Donde el viento en la cara, el césped tibio y una caricia amiga, sean el pronóstico de un día ordinario, pero con ese gusto a hogar, que quien sólo ha abrazado la felicidad por un instante conoce.Entender que nuestra existencia se reduce a la paleta de colores que elegimos para pintar nuestra realidad de cada día. 🍃🌺🍃💙
~Lapislázuli~ 
#poesia #poetry #versosdeamor #poema #poemas #libros #amor  #art #arte #frases #escritos #versosalpaso #pensamientos
  • He de aprender a vivir en esta singularidad obligada, que me ha obsequiado el universo. He de aprender a vivir sin el gusto de aquel dulce orgasmo que quedó tatuado en mí cuerpo. No me pidan que mi tez no se vuelva ácida luego de que en toda mi fertilidad crecieran limoneros, no se olvida tan fácil el verde cuando se ha florecido de rama en rama. La vida en esta selva para uno solo, es complicada. Una pena por cada gota. Cuesta danzar el cielo en plena tormenta para que la lluvia cese. Lleva tiempo y valor repensarse con cada relámpago y desconstruirse en cada trueno. Ambas acciones, cadena inevitable de causa y consecuencia. Cuesta no ver la lluvia como una balacera cuando todo lo que has conocido es saberte dolorosamente inundado. Cuesta, pero hoy en día prefiero mil perdigones bautizandome en plena madrugada, llevándose consigo los restos de ese amor que como pecado original se ha aferrado a mis miserias. He de aprender a ver el mundo a través de otros ojos, unos de niño quizá, donde los bocetos sean más sencillos y uno no se reproche a sí mismo por colorear fuera de la línea. Ya es hora de tomar carrera y pegar el salto, al fin y al cabo, que te crezcan alas o que la muerte te abrace con las suyas se dividen en un 45 por ciento de probabilidades cada una. El 10 restante no es más que la estela de esos sueños fugaces que aparecen cada tanto. De todas formas, el vuelo en esta efímera eternidad que nombramos vida se alterna entre eso, materia orgánica flotando en un punto tan ínfimo que su existencia podría considerarse la nada misma, espectros inexplicables y soñadores. He de encontrar la forma de dominar las estadísticas, de saberse vivo, deseante de libertad. Donde el viento en la cara, el césped tibio y una caricia amiga, sean el pronóstico de un día ordinario, pero con ese gusto a hogar, que quien sólo ha abrazado la felicidad por un instante conoce.Entender que nuestra existencia se reduce a la paleta de colores que elegimos para pintar nuestra realidad de cada día. 🍃🌺🍃💙
    ~Lapislázuli~
    #poesia #poetry #versosdeamor #poema #poemas #libros #amor #art #arte #frases #escritos #versosalpaso #pensamientos
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  • 4.11.11

What a wretch,
I just stare,
As I watch You falling there,
Bearing the cross I'm too ashamed to admit,
The stench of the sins I so freely commit
Then our eyes lock
And I feel a collapse
Yet I never wanna let go,
Let's let time elapse
But they laugh
And call me Your follower
And I'm too ashamed to admit I'm Your daughter
I faulter
With the right words to pray
My spirit too weak to even lift hands today
And ashamed
Wonder what will they say
And yet you watch me all the time,
Waiting to jump in this rhyme

I can't stand the sight of myself
On the other side
Dancing with golden calfs
While You leave the 99
My stomach turns
And there's nowhere to hide
Father, save me from this wretched heart of mine

And I know that You're close and can hear my cry
But I know I'm not worthy
Of a second of Your time
I can't even fathom to drink from Your cup,
And yet I feel Your tender love
Lifting me up

Abba, Father
I am all Yours
When I'm weak, Your strength is perfect
So take it all, it's Yours
And now I can stand cuz it's You that I lean on
And now I am free cuz Your truth is my freedom.
Your strength is my song
Your breath is my life
So I lay me down so that You may arise

#God #Jesus #poetry #writing #GoodFriday #goodnews #repentance #redemption #crucifixion #Savior #cross #BreathedHisLastSoICouldLive #forevergrateful
  • 4.11.11

    What a wretch,
    I just stare,
    As I watch You falling there,
    Bearing the cross I'm too ashamed to admit,
    The stench of the sins I so freely commit
    Then our eyes lock
    And I feel a collapse
    Yet I never wanna let go,
    Let's let time elapse
    But they laugh
    And call me Your follower
    And I'm too ashamed to admit I'm Your daughter
    I faulter
    With the right words to pray
    My spirit too weak to even lift hands today
    And ashamed
    Wonder what will they say
    And yet you watch me all the time,
    Waiting to jump in this rhyme

    I can't stand the sight of myself
    On the other side
    Dancing with golden calfs
    While You leave the 99
    My stomach turns
    And there's nowhere to hide
    Father, save me from this wretched heart of mine

    And I know that You're close and can hear my cry
    But I know I'm not worthy
    Of a second of Your time
    I can't even fathom to drink from Your cup,
    And yet I feel Your tender love
    Lifting me up

    Abba, Father
    I am all Yours
    When I'm weak, Your strength is perfect
    So take it all, it's Yours
    And now I can stand cuz it's You that I lean on
    And now I am free cuz Your truth is my freedom.
    Your strength is my song
    Your breath is my life
    So I lay me down so that You may arise

    #God #Jesus #poetry #writing #GoodFriday #goodnews #repentance #redemption #crucifixion #Savior #cross #BreathedHisLastSoICouldLive #forevergrateful
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  • ✴✴✴Either I'm sensitive because I'm an artist or I'm an artist because I'm sensitive. Either way, fuck you. ❎🚫
  • ✴✴✴Either I'm sensitive because I'm an artist or I'm an artist because I'm sensitive. Either way, fuck you. ❎🚫
  • 3 1 2 minutes ago
  • sometimes it’s good to feel Lost 🐾❤️🐾
so let’s Wander & Wonder today ☀️
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let’s discover our Path
right beneath our Feet
please take a Breath
& find your Heartbeat...
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and then just ...
Listen 😑🙏❤️
  • sometimes it’s good to feel Lost 🐾❤️🐾
    so let’s Wander & Wonder today ☀️
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    let’s discover our Path
    right beneath our Feet
    please take a Breath
    & find your Heartbeat...
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    and then just ...
    Listen 😑🙏❤️
  • 351 33 18 April, 2019
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All rights reserved
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Decades-
I’ve waited
Charting the years
with the greys in my hair
Growing the space between us
reverberating your mistakes
Reminding myself
the error of my heart
Repeating her face in my head
All while my time
with other men
have been a disservice
to the wounds you left behind 
You didn’t know
But a home has been restored
beneath the one
you set on fire
Whose door would still open
at the recognition of your footsteps
But you never returned
And I didn’t dare
search for your body
beyond the smokes
of the battleground 
I am not like her
I will never be
Though I wonder
If I’m better or worse 
And here we are today
Brought together
by the sinister hand of fate
You, ten feet beneath the soles of my shoes
Her, barely an inch away from my skin
I  didn’t pray for this ending
I only wanted you
to fall in the same depths where you left me
never to accept its permanence 
I always have this belief
that I was superior
a better woman than she could ever be 
But I’m damned by this spectacle:
Our tears have found affinity
dissolving into each other
in a harmonious strain
of desolation and heartache
Our chests collapsing at the same time
over lungs that are failing
in the air of death
And there are cries
wails breaking the earth open
Echoing the sound
Of a single name
By two mouths
that might as well be from one person 
I’m certain of this now,
Her and I,
We are the same
Martyrs
Cut from the same fabric
weaved by the debris of one man’s soul
Yours
Loving from the pits of our breaths
Warring for honor 
But between her and I,
she was the one 
who accepted without question
the only love
you can give
That no matter how much freedom
you endorse
It will always be an abduction
Then,
Despite her humble hands
In spite of her weak spirit
She paid the price
to ransom you back 
And all these years I thought,
I was the one you deserve
But this woman before you
was merely a coward
with a brave face
for a white flag
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    All rights reserved
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    Decades-
    I’ve waited
    Charting the years
    with the greys in my hair
    Growing the space between us
    reverberating your mistakes
    Reminding myself
    the error of my heart
    Repeating her face in my head
    All while my time
    with other men
    have been a disservice
    to the wounds you left behind
    You didn’t know
    But a home has been restored
    beneath the one
    you set on fire
    Whose door would still open
    at the recognition of your footsteps
    But you never returned
    And I didn’t dare
    search for your body
    beyond the smokes
    of the battleground
    I am not like her
    I will never be
    Though I wonder
    If I’m better or worse
    And here we are today
    Brought together
    by the sinister hand of fate
    You, ten feet beneath the soles of my shoes
    Her, barely an inch away from my skin
    I  didn’t pray for this ending
    I only wanted you
    to fall in the same depths where you left me
    never to accept its permanence
    I always have this belief
    that I was superior
    a better woman than she could ever be
    But I’m damned by this spectacle:
    Our tears have found affinity
    dissolving into each other
    in a harmonious strain
    of desolation and heartache
    Our chests collapsing at the same time
    over lungs that are failing
    in the air of death
    And there are cries
    wails breaking the earth open
    Echoing the sound
    Of a single name
    By two mouths
    that might as well be from one person
    I’m certain of this now,
    Her and I,
    We are the same
    Martyrs
    Cut from the same fabric
    weaved by the debris of one man’s soul
    Yours
    Loving from the pits of our breaths
    Warring for honor
    But between her and I,
    she was the one
    who accepted without question
    the only love
    you can give
    That no matter how much freedom
    you endorse
    It will always be an abduction
    Then,
    Despite her humble hands
    In spite of her weak spirit
    She paid the price
    to ransom you back
    And all these years I thought,
    I was the one you deserve
    But this woman before you
    was merely a coward
    with a brave face
    for a white flag
  • 268 25 8 April, 2019
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All rights reserved
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There is a cavernous upheaval 
and a buildup of infirmity 
bursting through the walls
Incited by the song
of your footsteps 
Perhaps a form of quiet,
enough 
to hear the hardship 
your presence brings

The compulsion is hard to evade
Every knock on the door
provokes a welcome 
For it isn’t darkness
that ushers your coming 
But a cloud of dust 
Spiriting away 
any logic and reason 
Disgorging a new breed of blindness
dancing at the  helm
of your index finger 
Im certain of this 
I’ve seen her eyes
Once
they were mine
under your tender oppression 
And from time to time,
I feel it
My wounds being stirred 
by the familiar horror 
of not being able to see
even when my eyes are open
Elle  Bor
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    All rights reserved
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    There is a cavernous upheaval
    and a buildup of infirmity
    bursting through the walls
    Incited by the song
    of your footsteps
    Perhaps a form of quiet,
    enough
    to hear the hardship
    your presence brings

    The compulsion is hard to evade
    Every knock on the door
    provokes a welcome
    For it isn’t darkness
    that ushers your coming
    But a cloud of dust
    Spiriting away
    any logic and reason
    Disgorging a new breed of blindness
    dancing at the helm
    of your index finger
    Im certain of this
    I’ve seen her eyes
    Once
    they were mine
    under your tender oppression
    And from time to time,
    I feel it
    My wounds being stirred
    by the familiar horror
    of not being able to see
    even when my eyes are open
    Elle Bor
  • 353 53 4 April, 2019