Now close your eyes and please understand that you are still young, the universe is endless and somehow everything will be okay.
8don’t be hard on yourself for the times you lashed out at your abuser. your reaction does not undermine the abuse you went through or mean that you deserved the abuse you received. your feelings are valid, everyone reaches their breaking point when pushed too far, abusers know this and then intentionally use you reaction/reactive abuse as a form of manipulation paint you out to be the bad guy and to paint themselves out to be the victim as use your guilt against you. you should not feel sorry for your abuser, nor guilty for how you reacted and how it affected them. 🧿
312:49am.
you made me fall in love with myself.
you made me believe in my potential.
you made me realized that i actually want to keep living.
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Did you know that recent research in Australia has revealed that women find it extremely sexy when a man is working in the kitchen? Cook her dinner or bake her some cookies and she just might let that black lace lingerie fall.
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#MusicandMuse – Silence Sings- #PoetryandMusic
(Please click to play while reading)
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Hush my Darling,
Draw Close
Without a word,
While all the Night Whispers
One Sweet Chord,
Spellbinding,
Enchanting,
In the Stillness with You,
My One,
My Only,
Forever
True.
Silence Sings her Intangible Song,
Yet my Heart Knows,
Unbeguiled,
This is where I Belong,
Beside You My Love,
In this Fair hour of Night,
Beneath the Gentle Heaven’s Glistening…
0Someday you’ll realize it wasn’t your fault. He just didn’t know what to do with a woman like you.
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His words cut through my every nerve. His face putting mine to humiliation.
Still I yearn for my lips to meet his profile. At least a view of his silhouette; damn resurrection.
Can I use your face to paint my darkness a new colour? Can I dip my pen in your soul to write words that last forever?
Finding flaws in religion to make you divine. Accusing the universe for not making me perfect like thine.
I try not to think of him but my baby rules my skin and everything under alive.
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I came across this picture awhile back and I became inspired to write something… *inhale and exhale*
Grey overcast sky as the rain hits against the window pane.
A slighty darkened room with clothes strewn all around as the sound of a moan escapes from a woman in the throes of passion.
A couple in an sensual embrace as the sound of the rain and storm keeps pace.
Hope you all liked it, it’s my first time sharing something (original) on a public platform ☺️🤗
3I saw a gypsy dancing in the woods. So carefree and happy; not a shade of blue.
What am I to wish for a gypsy like thee? I am just the moss that covers the trees.
Wish I was pink or any other; not just green. He glows golden and I wish I was his greed.
I trace his steps in perfect camouflage. He looks lost; can I be his entourage?
He pauses and looks down at me; what a mess.
Don’t touch me dear one. Don’t misplace yourself.
Even a gypsy wasn’t immune to my heart; the quintessence of me. Green and red when you finally become a part of my mystery.
0oh, to be loved. to be loved fully, to be loved in the way dried flower petals are pressed between pages of letters written for one’s lover. to be loved on long walks through fields full of whistling grass & the door to my heart being opened over cups of tea. i want to press flowers from the gardens between pages & spray them with my favorite perfume so that you can always carry me with you. i want to be loved with no restraint.
oh, to be loved. i will write you poems that serve as a declaration of my love & you can keep them stacked on top of one another in a dusty old jewelry box, the kind that you find tucked away 20 years later when you want to remember what it was like to loved so wholly, so completely & stupidly.
oh, to be loved, to be loved fiercely, to be yearned & sought after. tuck me to your side when i am decked in a flowing ball gown & take me for a walk through the gardens under the night sky. ask after my health & my family as small talk & slip in a confession between quietly spoken lines of conversation. i will love you fearlessly & happily.
oh, to be loved.-a.b., “the tale as old as time”
5१०० बार ठोकरों ने हमको भी है गिराया। तब जाकर इस सफर में चलने का हुनर आया। जितने भी हमसफ़र थे हैरान रह गए सब। जब मंज़िलों ने मुझको मेरे नाम से बुलाया। - आदर्श जौनपुरी For more details go through our website: - https://www.manchmaza.com/ Don’t forget to Like, Share and Subscribe Our YouTube Channel Manch Maza Do follow us on YouTube: - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCtoW…
0i have words to craft
and worlds to change
and air to breathe
and so much space exist in!
my plate is just so full tonight.
~kairos
8when persephone visits me, i gain a part of my consciousness
enough to feel time pass by slowly.
i rise from the depths of nothingness,
only aware of his name.
i struggle from her hold,
fear gripping me taut and only then
does she gather me in her embrace.
she brings me flowers and places them
on my head, tucking them deep within my hair.
in her embrace,
i remember more.
i remember his eyes—
pools of green that reminded me
of life.
he is beautiful, i remember now.
when persephone visits me, i shake the
emptiness that engulfed me whole,
reminded of who i am still here for.
persephone must have seen herself in me—
a lover who can only wait.
- achilles, when will you come for me?
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