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  • “If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives.
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Just know, you won’t ever have to force what’s real. Ever." 🎨

Artwork by martinafrancone 
#thecaduceo
  • “If we wait until we're ready, we'll be waiting for the rest of our lives.
    -
    Just know, you won’t ever have to force what’s real. Ever." 🎨

    Artwork by martinafrancone
    #thecaduceo
  • 7,726 87 14 November, 2019
  • "Stop apologizing for the things you care about, for your passions, for your drive to do something that others may not want to do. Stop apologizing for the afternoons you feel lazy or the mornings you get up early just to watch the sunrise. Stop apologizing for the way you love – too much, too little, too crazy, too guarded.
Stop apologizing for the decisions you make, the paths you choose, the life you live." 🌱

PS: I'm Back! 🤟🏻 Artwork by marinelartt 
#thecaduceo
  • "Stop apologizing for the things you care about, for your passions, for your drive to do something that others may not want to do. Stop apologizing for the afternoons you feel lazy or the mornings you get up early just to watch the sunrise. Stop apologizing for the way you love – too much, too little, too crazy, too guarded.
    Stop apologizing for the decisions you make, the paths you choose, the life you live." 🌱

    PS: I'm Back! 🤟🏻 Artwork by marinelartt
    #thecaduceo
  • 7,299 86 13 November, 2019
  • “Finally I realized that I was never asking for too much. I was just asking the wrong person.” 🚬

Artwork by marinelaart 
#thecaduceo
  • “Finally I realized that I was never asking for too much. I was just asking the wrong person.” 🚬

    Artwork by marinelaart
    #thecaduceo
  • 28,375 162 22 October, 2019

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  • GIVEAWAY TIME! Repost your favourite Poem of mine and use the hashtag #poetrybanditgiveaway and I will pick one lucky person to receive all three of my books, signed and personalized.
  • GIVEAWAY TIME! Repost your favourite Poem of mine and use the hashtag #poetrybanditgiveaway and I will pick one lucky person to receive all three of my books, signed and personalized.
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  • Aye jo ishq hai jaan to leta hai magar maut nehi aati...
  • Aye jo ishq hai jaan to leta hai magar maut nehi aati...
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  • Tbh, laughter has become so underrated. Everybody is onto becoming those “dark, cool, mysterious people who hide a bad past behind their smile.” Lalalala. Bullshit. People are so opinionated, but can we for once not care so much and take things lightly? Also, after watching endgame, I totally forgot that it is Tony Stark who sacrificed his life and Robert Downey Jr. is still alive. Go on, laugh. But. But. But. I just saw him laugh in a fan edit and it changed my life for real. Lmao.

Laugh hard people. Happiness is the most attractive thing in the world. I’ll post a blog tonight. My heart isn’t such a terrible place that I keep writing poetry all the time, lol. I needs rest, so I takes rest.

I almost forgot happiness is my freaking identity, I cannot be sad/tragic/poetic/dramatic for long. I need to chill and dance. I wake up laughing dudes. That’s the level of happy in me. Lol. B.
  • Tbh, laughter has become so underrated. Everybody is onto becoming those “dark, cool, mysterious people who hide a bad past behind their smile.” Lalalala. Bullshit. People are so opinionated, but can we for once not care so much and take things lightly? Also, after watching endgame, I totally forgot that it is Tony Stark who sacrificed his life and Robert Downey Jr. is still alive. Go on, laugh. But. But. But. I just saw him laugh in a fan edit and it changed my life for real. Lmao.

    Laugh hard people. Happiness is the most attractive thing in the world. I’ll post a blog tonight. My heart isn’t such a terrible place that I keep writing poetry all the time, lol. I needs rest, so I takes rest.

    I almost forgot happiness is my freaking identity, I cannot be sad/tragic/poetic/dramatic for long. I need to chill and dance. I wake up laughing dudes. That’s the level of happy in me. Lol. B.
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  • Burnt Out
  • Burnt Out
  • 4 1 21 hours ago
  • Submission by @jennifer.lynne_poetry 🖊 Submit to this week’s WritersCreed challenge. Write a poem based on the prompt: My body is a map. || Tag us in your work to be featured or DM us your words. || Challenge ends Nov. 16 || Use #writerscreedIG for prompt-related submissions.
  • Submission by @jennifer.lynne_poetry 🖊 Submit to this week’s WritersCreed challenge. Write a poem based on the prompt: My body is a map. || Tag us in your work to be featured or DM us your words. || Challenge ends Nov. 16 || Use #writerscreedIG for prompt-related submissions.
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  • Directions
  • Directions
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  • Second Glance 💓
  • Second Glance 💓
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  • Suspended Bodies 🌊🌙🥀 gravity falls, gravity falls, gravity / falls... they say gravity is supposed to ground you and pull you towards the earth 
the root of everything 
but...bodies can become suspended

your dreams can take flight 
or you can take a flight (?) the root of everything,
e v e r y t h i n g...
  • Suspended Bodies 🌊🌙🥀 gravity falls, gravity falls, gravity / falls... they say gravity is supposed to ground you and pull you towards the earth
    the root of everything
    but...bodies can become suspended

    your dreams can take flight
    or you can take a flight (?) the root of everything,
    e v e r y t h i n g...
  • 4 1 23 hours ago
  • — are you building barriers to love? No, not that kind of love. I’m talking about the real, honest, authentic love that’s unapologetically true. See you building barriers to real love?
  • — are you building barriers to love? No, not that kind of love. I’m talking about the real, honest, authentic love that’s unapologetically true. See you building barriers to real love?
  • 66 1 15 November, 2019
  • Molotow-Artworks © 2019
www.birrerbeat.ch
  • Molotow-Artworks © 2019
    www.birrerbeat.ch
  • 13 1 15 November, 2019
  • the doomed back benchers 
Mrs Gokhale called us
as i doodle our names
on the last page of my notebook
with a Pilot V5
during biology class
before hashtags were a thing
and you’d blush endlessly 
like this was all to life 
ask high school lovers 
about slow and steady flutters
holding hands under the desk 
and making out
in abandoned washrooms during recess 
when swipe right meant 
poems at the back of apology letters
and November meant 
winter rains and walkmans 
Guns n Roses and polaroids 
samosa and cola bar dates in the canteen 
as days went by
trading trump cards over pen fights 
to chill meant maggi and mix tapes
and we never googled ’10 signs he is your soulmate’ or
’how to get over a break up’ 
the only kind of communication issues
we knew of were dial up connections
landlines were to discuss homework
as we cribbed about how Sanya’s aunt got her the first edition Harry Potter books from London
over Nirula’s hot chocolate fudge 
and we couldn’t wait 
to become doctors and engineers
and imagine life without permissions
because adolescence meant fun and rebellion 
crushes and SATs 
and adulting - 
cocktail bars and coq au vin 
then suddenly, you wake on the next day of your 13th birthday 
and realise that your wish was granted
you’re 30 and your gym membership 
expired 10 days ago
now, romances are complicated
when your second name is EMIs 
you stopped writing poems
and decided to do
better things with your life
but occasionally wrote 
cheesy captions on instagram 
showing off your new job
as the concept of happiness 
became ironical 
so you sit alone at empty 
coffee shops that play 
The Beatles on a Thursday night
and recall yourself
in bangs and black nail paint 
when nostalgia
hurries you back home
to the last Children’s Day picture
in your yearbook -
when your gang decided
to form a band 
but your guitarist friend 
knew the chords of only one song

so you play it cool and sing 
yaron, dosti badhi hi haseen hai
(friends, this friendship is beautiful)

one last time
exchanging forevers in your smiles
because you knew then
what you didn’t now
that if wishes were horses
you’d ride back 
to hug that moment
where you last
l i v e d
  • the doomed back benchers
    Mrs Gokhale called us
    as i doodle our names
    on the last page of my notebook
    with a Pilot V5
    during biology class
    before hashtags were a thing
    and you’d blush endlessly
    like this was all to life
    ask high school lovers
    about slow and steady flutters
    holding hands under the desk
    and making out
    in abandoned washrooms during recess
    when swipe right meant
    poems at the back of apology letters
    and November meant
    winter rains and walkmans
    Guns n Roses and polaroids
    samosa and cola bar dates in the canteen
    as days went by
    trading trump cards over pen fights
    to chill meant maggi and mix tapes
    and we never googled ’10 signs he is your soulmate’ or
    ’how to get over a break up’
    the only kind of communication issues
    we knew of were dial up connections
    landlines were to discuss homework
    as we cribbed about how Sanya’s aunt got her the first edition Harry Potter books from London
    over Nirula’s hot chocolate fudge
    and we couldn’t wait
    to become doctors and engineers
    and imagine life without permissions
    because adolescence meant fun and rebellion
    crushes and SATs
    and adulting -
    cocktail bars and coq au vin
    then suddenly, you wake on the next day of your 13th birthday
    and realise that your wish was granted
    you’re 30 and your gym membership
    expired 10 days ago
    now, romances are complicated
    when your second name is EMIs
    you stopped writing poems
    and decided to do
    better things with your life
    but occasionally wrote
    cheesy captions on instagram
    showing off your new job
    as the concept of happiness
    became ironical
    so you sit alone at empty
    coffee shops that play
    The Beatles on a Thursday night
    and recall yourself
    in bangs and black nail paint
    when nostalgia
    hurries you back home
    to the last Children’s Day picture
    in your yearbook -
    when your gang decided
    to form a band
    but your guitarist friend
    knew the chords of only one song

    so you play it cool and sing
    yaron, dosti badhi hi haseen hai
    (friends, this friendship is beautiful)

    one last time
    exchanging forevers in your smiles
    because you knew then
    what you didn’t now
    that if wishes were horses
    you’d ride back
    to hug that moment
    where you last
    l i v e d
  • 100 29 15 November, 2019
  • I remember you ❣️
  • I remember you ❣️
  • 5 1 15 November, 2019