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  • she illuminated my path through the midnight forest 🌙🌲
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  • she illuminated my path through the midnight forest 🌙🌲
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    ⋒ my debut collection ‘this boy is a rainbow’ available now • link in bio
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    #bysampayne // @bysampayne
  • 1,172 9 15 November, 2019

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  • Two vicious things combined
  • Two vicious things combined
  • 5 1 32 minutes ago
  • I was addicted to the pain
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  • I was addicted to the pain
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  • 29 7 43 minutes ago
  • Depth.
  • Depth.
  • 413 2 55 minutes ago
  • Fun Fact: I have been known to sketch and paint from time to time too. I haven't for a while, but I plan to get the brushes and ink back out in December.⁣
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Do you have a second artistic outlet (or a first)?⁣
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Hit that follow button if you haven't already, @scribblerpoet⁣
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  • Fun Fact: I have been known to sketch and paint from time to time too. I haven't for a while, but I plan to get the brushes and ink back out in December.⁣

    Do you have a second artistic outlet (or a first)?⁣

    Hit that follow button if you haven't already, @scribblerpoet

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  • 12 3 1 hour ago
  • “No matter what they tell you or what you choose to tell yourself, it is never too late to start writing. Your thoughts are timeless and transcend all limits imposed by reality. 
I sometimes look back at some of my writings and diminish myself because of their lack of quality or meaning. I walk through life with a pen in my mind, forever scribbling down the words that seem to both elevate and torture me. As I lay here, seemingly still, my body and mind find themselves in constant motion. I haven’t even finished a sentence, but I’ve already envisioned its end and the emotions that it carries unto this paper, but also unto the world. 
As I lay here, I think of how sick I’ve been all day and how I’ll feel when the pain finally decides to go away. I think of those who are diagnosed with chronic conditions and who find themselves without natural remedies, deprived of all chemically induced substances. 
I lay here and I think about words, about writing and about how life’s most precious remedies are mostly felt through touch and silent whispers filled with tears. I think about how both, fear and ruminating thoughts are some of the reasons that explain why one’s bed can feel more comforting than the sun that smiles through closed blinds. Giving words to that sun is what frees us from the thoughts that silence us.” #bargoinglory
  • “No matter what they tell you or what you choose to tell yourself, it is never too late to start writing. Your thoughts are timeless and transcend all limits imposed by reality.
    I sometimes look back at some of my writings and diminish myself because of their lack of quality or meaning. I walk through life with a pen in my mind, forever scribbling down the words that seem to both elevate and torture me. As I lay here, seemingly still, my body and mind find themselves in constant motion. I haven’t even finished a sentence, but I’ve already envisioned its end and the emotions that it carries unto this paper, but also unto the world.
    As I lay here, I think of how sick I’ve been all day and how I’ll feel when the pain finally decides to go away. I think of those who are diagnosed with chronic conditions and who find themselves without natural remedies, deprived of all chemically induced substances.
    I lay here and I think about words, about writing and about how life’s most precious remedies are mostly felt through touch and silent whispers filled with tears. I think about how both, fear and ruminating thoughts are some of the reasons that explain why one’s bed can feel more comforting than the sun that smiles through closed blinds. Giving words to that sun is what frees us from the thoughts that silence us.” #bargoinglory
  • 27 3 1 hour ago
  • • E M B R A C E •
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To the wild world you are hitched. To the larger ecosystem, you belong. Your place in this world matters. What you have to give matters. If you have experienced feeling unseen or that the fullness of your personality was unwelcome in your family, relationships, profession, community, and world this can take a heavy toll on the heart, body, and spirit over time.
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Join me Jan 3, 2020 from 10a-4p for this healing circle on the Mendocino Coast (homeland to the indigenous coastal Miwok) to learn about what it means to truly belong to this world, finding your special place amongst the wild things. With the help of Mother Ocean, the elements, and all the eager animal and spirit guides, I know that you can begin the tender work of re-stitching yourself back into the tapestry of this world.
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Full details and registration info on my website. Link in bio.
  • • E M B R A C E •
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    To the wild world you are hitched. To the larger ecosystem, you belong. Your place in this world matters. What you have to give matters. If you have experienced feeling unseen or that the fullness of your personality was unwelcome in your family, relationships, profession, community, and world this can take a heavy toll on the heart, body, and spirit over time.
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    Join me Jan 3, 2020 from 10a-4p for this healing circle on the Mendocino Coast (homeland to the indigenous coastal Miwok) to learn about what it means to truly belong to this world, finding your special place amongst the wild things. With the help of Mother Ocean, the elements, and all the eager animal and spirit guides, I know that you can begin the tender work of re-stitching yourself back into the tapestry of this world.
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    Full details and registration info on my website. Link in bio.
  • 11 1 3 hours ago
  • Let’s talk passions. What’s one of yours?

I am the kind of person who obsesses over things, and my passions and hobbies change all the time as a result.

One week I only care about essential oils and how to use them in my life to become a total eo guru.

The next week I’m the queen of conquering clutter. This one is more rare, but when it happens, damn do I get so much shit done for like 3 days!

One passion that I ALWAYS come back to is reading. I’ve loved it since I can remember. There are times when I don’t read any books for weeks. And then there are times when I read 3 books in a week.

There’s a lot in my life that makes me happy, but there’s just something about getting lost in a fictional book world that makes me so myself.

It’s why I’ll write a book some day. I want to create that feeling for someone else with a story they can’t put down. But like many of my hobbies, it’s been tabled for now.

How do you choose between projects and determine when is the right time to take on something big? I don’t know. Tell me if you do!

PS YES my blog post about being multi-passionate is still coming. Blog updates are taking longer than planned, stay tuned & Happy Mother Freaking Saturday!!
  • Let’s talk passions. What’s one of yours?

    I am the kind of person who obsesses over things, and my passions and hobbies change all the time as a result.

    One week I only care about essential oils and how to use them in my life to become a total eo guru.

    The next week I’m the queen of conquering clutter. This one is more rare, but when it happens, damn do I get so much shit done for like 3 days!

    One passion that I ALWAYS come back to is reading. I’ve loved it since I can remember. There are times when I don’t read any books for weeks. And then there are times when I read 3 books in a week.

    There’s a lot in my life that makes me happy, but there’s just something about getting lost in a fictional book world that makes me so myself.

    It’s why I’ll write a book some day. I want to create that feeling for someone else with a story they can’t put down. But like many of my hobbies, it’s been tabled for now.

    How do you choose between projects and determine when is the right time to take on something big? I don’t know. Tell me if you do!

    PS YES my blog post about being multi-passionate is still coming. Blog updates are taking longer than planned, stay tuned & Happy Mother Freaking Saturday!!
  • 10 1 4 hours ago
  • A soulmate 
that wasn’t meant to be.
I wish I should have never 
called you mine.
Never hold you again strongly in my arms, 
when you wanted me to leave.
Never knocked at your door all over again, 
if I knew all we gonna do 
is say Goodbye.
A soulmate 
who broke my heart.
I wish I should have told you 
how crazy I was for you.
Never should have given you 
my heart to turn into pieces like that.
Never should have given each other 
those bunch of memories, 
to feel like waste in the end.
A soulmate 
who gave up.
I wish I should have never run 
my fingers into your hairs.
Never looked at you with love 
when you only wanted to have 
fling thing.
Never hold your hands 
to only let go one day.
A soulmate 
who looks now more like stranger.
I wish I should’ve never knew 
about your lies.
So I wouldn't have to forced myself 
to hate you with love in my heart.
Never believed in your sweetest 
words, when you only wanted 
to draw art on my body.
A soulmate 
who scorched my soul with fire.
I wish I should have never 
expressed my fears to you, 
when you only wanted to make 
me feel your darkness.
Never made you felt precious,
when you only wanted to burn 
my eyes with tears and 
with numerous nightmares. 
A soulmate 
who was once a lover.
I wish I should have never 
stared long into your eyes 
and push myself enough 
from the edge of your desire 
where I found myself 
hanging like an option in your life.
Never screwed my head 
over you for days,
if I knew your smile 
hides the ugliest truth.
A soulmate 
who was always ready to leave.
I wish you knew 
the meaning of love. 
So I wouldn't have to 
let you go like that.
So I wouldn’t have to listen 
to Kodaline all night 
and feel like you are
here with me.
Having a sound sleep. -𝒌.𝒃.☾
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  • A soulmate
    that wasn’t meant to be.
    I wish I should have never
    called you mine.
    Never hold you again strongly in my arms,
    when you wanted me to leave.
    Never knocked at your door all over again,
    if I knew all we gonna do
    is say Goodbye.
    A soulmate
    who broke my heart.
    I wish I should have told you
    how crazy I was for you.
    Never should have given you
    my heart to turn into pieces like that.
    Never should have given each other
    those bunch of memories,
    to feel like waste in the end.
    A soulmate
    who gave up.
    I wish I should have never run
    my fingers into your hairs.
    Never looked at you with love
    when you only wanted to have
    fling thing.
    Never hold your hands
    to only let go one day.
    A soulmate
    who looks now more like stranger.
    I wish I should’ve never knew
    about your lies.
    So I wouldn't have to forced myself
    to hate you with love in my heart.
    Never believed in your sweetest
    words, when you only wanted
    to draw art on my body.
    A soulmate
    who scorched my soul with fire.
    I wish I should have never
    expressed my fears to you,
    when you only wanted to make
    me feel your darkness.
    Never made you felt precious,
    when you only wanted to burn
    my eyes with tears and
    with numerous nightmares.
    A soulmate
    who was once a lover.
    I wish I should have never
    stared long into your eyes
    and push myself enough
    from the edge of your desire
    where I found myself
    hanging like an option in your life.
    Never screwed my head
    over you for days,
    if I knew your smile
    hides the ugliest truth.
    A soulmate
    who was always ready to leave.
    I wish you knew
    the meaning of love.
    So I wouldn't have to
    let you go like that.
    So I wouldn’t have to listen
    to Kodaline all night
    and feel like you are
    here with me.
    Having a sound sleep. -𝒌.𝒃.☾
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    Follow @poetrywrites_k.b for more.
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    @poetryinhearts @therainofpoetry @poetry.tales.quotes @mypoemsofpain @poemfeeling @writers_together @writers_den_ @poetryinhearts @silverleafpoetry @writers_ @writers @writers_pocket @poetryfortoday @zoneofpoetry @artofpoets @artisticwriters @globalpoetcult @world.of.writers @poetry_thingssss @herheartpoetry @thegoodquotes.c @poetry_in_blood_
  • 45 2 4 hours ago
  • *Read caption*
#Repost @lostvoices_06 (@get_repost)
・・・
He is now sleeping
In 8 feet dug brown hole
They say,
Let him rest in holy bed
Before I could secure ounce emotion of deceased
He was buried 
To the closet of earth
Unfairly locked in
Cold heart of death.

Heart growing heavier in my chest
No way to save him
From arms of mud,
Where his bones cradled in laps of soil.
A stone that measured around 6-7 feet blanketed the coffin to warm him
Presence of his favourite flowers on his grave
Hopelessly pulling yet to be written death by god out of me
You are really no more,
How could I find you?
In the world which had no doors to get in.

Bending one's own bones
Circumcentred in palms and 
Clasped by fingers.
I call it war,
Where swords sing songs
And blood answers it all
There's a drumbeat in my chest
But breathe seems deaf
A small rock dropped into my stomach
It spins wildly,
Was anyone's death greeted with so genuine kiss till now(like mine).
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Being buried is terror
and it terrifies me
But this boy was a poem.
He smells like sweet decay
and his laughter like disease which continues to infuse 
but when he kisses foot-frozed pain falls down as last autumn leaf does.
Similar to holy march,
Step by step confessing love(angels playing harps). Before he could utter
They pushed him into a coffin
Hammered nails following at four corners
Left him to taint
and scream against walls of wooden box.
I tried to unearthen him,
Dig him out,
Red shadows under my wrists 
spitting thick blood droplets
I am weightless
A mute suffocation
To be alive but to feel dead.
They chant melancholy
into his bible veins, 
smooth spread to heart 
and whole body.
Cuffing vocal chords, 
ghosts sinks in,
Buring him inside my dying heart.

The boy I loved is dead.
8 feet down,
In dark acre,
Air roaming above the casket
and nature fisting his mouth 
Not letting him speak and shout
This is how they destroyed you.
. || His Coffin or Mine || #writercommunity #writingsociety #poetrycommunity #justlifequotes #writersnetwork #writerscommunity  #poetrylovers #lovenotes  #writersconnection  #thoughtfvl #writingcommunity
  • *Read caption*
    #Repost @lostvoices_06 (@get_repost)
    ・・・
    He is now sleeping
    In 8 feet dug brown hole
    They say,
    Let him rest in holy bed
    Before I could secure ounce emotion of deceased
    He was buried
    To the closet of earth
    Unfairly locked in
    Cold heart of death.

    Heart growing heavier in my chest
    No way to save him
    From arms of mud,
    Where his bones cradled in laps of soil.
    A stone that measured around 6-7 feet blanketed the coffin to warm him
    Presence of his favourite flowers on his grave
    Hopelessly pulling yet to be written death by god out of me
    You are really no more,
    How could I find you?
    In the world which had no doors to get in.

    Bending one's own bones
    Circumcentred in palms and
    Clasped by fingers.
    I call it war,
    Where swords sing songs
    And blood answers it all
    There's a drumbeat in my chest
    But breathe seems deaf
    A small rock dropped into my stomach
    It spins wildly,
    Was anyone's death greeted with so genuine kiss till now(like mine).
    .
    Being buried is terror
    and it terrifies me
    But this boy was a poem.
    He smells like sweet decay
    and his laughter like disease which continues to infuse
    but when he kisses foot-frozed pain falls down as last autumn leaf does.
    Similar to holy march,
    Step by step confessing love(angels playing harps). Before he could utter
    They pushed him into a coffin
    Hammered nails following at four corners
    Left him to taint
    and scream against walls of wooden box.
    I tried to unearthen him,
    Dig him out,
    Red shadows under my wrists
    spitting thick blood droplets
    I am weightless
    A mute suffocation
    To be alive but to feel dead.
    They chant melancholy
    into his bible veins,
    smooth spread to heart
    and whole body.
    Cuffing vocal chords,
    ghosts sinks in,
    Buring him inside my dying heart.

    The boy I loved is dead.
    8 feet down,
    In dark acre,
    Air roaming above the casket
    and nature fisting his mouth
    Not letting him speak and shout
    This is how they destroyed you.
    . || His Coffin or Mine || #writercommunity #writingsociety #poetrycommunity #justlifequotes #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #poetrylovers #lovenotes #writersconnection #thoughtfvl #writingcommunity
  • 4 0 4 hours ago
  • Meet our Editor and Visual Effects Artist♨️😀 - Khaleel Tayob 
He wanted to be a part of the film industry is because he says that every project that he does will never be the same and he faces new problems that require him to find creative solutions. He really enjoys expressing himself through the medium of visual effects and it leaves the door open to create anything, because the future is leaning further and further to towards CGI and the South Africa in specific needs more visual effects artists to grow the film industry as a whole. Life motto: Chaos is order yet undeciphered.”
  • Meet our Editor and Visual Effects Artist♨️😀 - Khaleel Tayob
    He wanted to be a part of the film industry is because he says that every project that he does will never be the same and he faces new problems that require him to find creative solutions. He really enjoys expressing himself through the medium of visual effects and it leaves the door open to create anything, because the future is leaning further and further to towards CGI and the South Africa in specific needs more visual effects artists to grow the film industry as a whole. Life motto: Chaos is order yet undeciphered.”
  • 12 1 4 hours ago
  • I had one of these classic old typewriters many years ago. The keys caught, the ribbon stretched and the handle clunked whenever I slid the carriage along. Writing was a lot slower back then. Though it’s a wistful photo, I still prefer the agility and speed of my pc. But it’s fun to look back. Do you remember them?
  • I had one of these classic old typewriters many years ago. The keys caught, the ribbon stretched and the handle clunked whenever I slid the carriage along. Writing was a lot slower back then. Though it’s a wistful photo, I still prefer the agility and speed of my pc. But it’s fun to look back. Do you remember them?
  • 11 1 4 hours ago
  • Lead them to
the gateway
of y(our) soul.
  • Lead them to
    the gateway
    of y(our) soul.
  • 22 2 4 hours ago
  • • it’s not about what but who •

#bgnp
  • • it’s not about what but who •

    #bgnp
  • 3 1 5 hours ago
  • What role will writing have for you in 2020? What might you really attempt if you weren't afraid to fail? Come join us for the Salon end of year party where we'll help you dream big, recommit to your writing, and put your 2020 goals in motion early. 
The best time to start a New Years' writing habit isn’t in January. It's now, while we’re still in 2019. So we're throwing a little gathering for London Writers. Want to come along? Wine, friends and writing at the lovely Library in St Martin's lane. Tickets in bio.
  • What role will writing have for you in 2020? What might you really attempt if you weren't afraid to fail? Come join us for the Salon end of year party where we'll help you dream big, recommit to your writing, and put your 2020 goals in motion early.
    The best time to start a New Years' writing habit isn’t in January. It's now, while we’re still in 2019. So we're throwing a little gathering for London Writers. Want to come along? Wine, friends and writing at the lovely Library in St Martin's lane. Tickets in bio.
  • 16 1 5 hours ago
  • □■ "Never in vain."
  • □■ "Never in vain."
  • 15 1 8 hours ago
  • “Among the familiar spines and wood scent I recognise a home, and in their messages, I am recognised, too. In stories to be unfolded, perspectives to be taken, the reminder that what I experience is not all there is.” _________________________________________
New on the #blog | FINDING SOLACE IN BOOKS: WHAT READING DID FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH by @nami.reads 🦋 
Click the link in the bio to read this beautiful piece ✨ image from @pinterest
  • “Among the familiar spines and wood scent I recognise a home, and in their messages, I am recognised, too. In stories to be unfolded, perspectives to be taken, the reminder that what I experience is not all there is.” _________________________________________
    New on the #blog | FINDING SOLACE IN BOOKS: WHAT READING DID FOR MY MENTAL HEALTH by @nami.reads 🦋
    Click the link in the bio to read this beautiful piece ✨ image from @pinterest
  • 66 2 10 hours ago