el nombre del Padre,
y del Hijo,
y del Espíritu Santo
bound in light
For the righteous who have
Been lost to the grave, for the
We bleed through ink and whisper
though screams that we have a place
Among the few and the meek.
We have never been weak.
But we seek.
For thou art thine savior upon your
And you are home.
Inside your blood.
Find the place where you once were lost,
And pray for any cost to bring you safely
Upon the shores of Elysium, as you
Walk flowing feilds of wild flowers and you
see the moment you were bound to
Escape the shackles of all they want you to be,
For the reckoning of embers dances along
Ivory skin, and you watch yourself Begin
Not knowing how you ended, having faith
That you fended off the will of others,
Placating the heart inside your chest.
For you are blessed.
En el nombre del Padre,
For your eternal dreams will sew together your
seams of love,
y del Hijo,
And the suffering of all will never again
Sit upon your skin,
y del Espíritu Santo.
For within is the path you have always
Needed to life being lived through your own eyes. ..
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You don’t need to do this alone.
Whatever you’re going through;
The hurt, the confusion,
the uncertainty, the guilt.
None of it was meant to be carried alone.
It’s okay to struggle, it is okay to not be okay.
It is okay to ask for help, to let them see you;
raw, unfiltered, imperfectly human.
Every season to your existence is beautiful,
Repeat that until you believe it.
Words: Written 07.16.18
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Here's an amazing write up by Kshitij Tiwari. Tell us what you feel in the comment section.
जिंदगी के एक लंबे अरसे तक मुझे लगता रहा की परछाई मेरा एक अभिन्न अंग है, ये मेरे साथ इस दुनिया में अयी है और मेरे साथ ही राख होगी, जैसे ये मेरा साथ देने के लिए बाध्य हो, मुझे लगता था परछाई मेरा वो सच थी जो मै भी नही झुठला सकता, मगर एक सच और भी है की हर भ्रम की निर्धारित उम्र होती है, इस उम्र के बाद वो भ्रम टूटता है और उतनी ही बुरी तरह से टूटता है जितनी लंबी उसकी उम्र थी |
तो भ्रम टूटा और मुझे समझ में आया कि इस संसार में कोई भी किसी का साथ देने के लिए बाध्य नही है, कोई भी नही परछाई भी नही, और परछाई तो मुझे एक मतलबी साथी से ज्यादा कुछ लगती भी नही है, और लगे भी क्यों जब तक मेरे आस-पास उजाला होता है दुनिया के बाकी लोगों की तरह परछाई भी मेरे साथ होती है, पर अंधेरा आते ही ये कहीं गायब हो जाती है, जैसे भागकर छिप गयी हो और वापस उजाला होते ही मेरे पास आकर खड़ी हो जाती है, और मै समझता था यह मेरा देगी, कभी-कभी मुझे लगता है की मेरे सारे गलत काम, सब अधूरे सपने, सारी प्यासी कामनाएं, सारे डर यह सब एक साथ मिले होंगे तब मेरी परछाई बनी होगी, शायद इसी कारण से ये इतनी डरी हुई, इतनी खामोश, इतनी बेरंग है, विज्ञान कहता है की जब प्रकाश किसी ठोस से टकराता है तब परछाई बनती है, मगर वैज्ञानिक तर्कों ये ज्यादा सामाजिक तर्क मुझे प्रभावित करते हैं, और एेसे तर्क मुझे सोचने पर विवष करते हैं, क्या प्रकाश का अहम इतना बड़ा है की अपने रास्ते में आने वाली हर चीज को एक बेरंग छाप दे जाता है, बड़ा सवाल है???
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New video on Garden of Words, and learning how to walk in the rain. This movie really illustrated the beauty, and similarities between Rain and love. Like the love, the rain cannot be tempered or stopped. It moves by itself, on its own accord. Sometimes like the rain, love can be fickle, or it can be a beneficial. Whether it be the rain, or love; do not fight it. Find solace in it.
Carve out your tunnel
With hands that ache
Until you find Truth
Or at least something
That doesn’t feel like
Chew your way
Through roots of
With the same teeth
That you used to whiten
For a sexier smile
Your teeth are strong
A mouthful of mud
Feel your way through
The mysterious soil
Let her fill your belly
Let her polish your soul
Let her warm you
When it’s cold
Let her cool you
When you’re hot
From fighting so hard
To find your way
Travel with the
Learn their secrets
Lead you to bedrock
Or they may
To just keep on digging
Thoughts on Motherhood
They say the strongest bond on Earth is between a mother and her child.
When I was younger I always scoffed at that idea.
How strong was the bond when my real mother gave me up for an adoption?
How strong was the bond when my adopted mother abused me and allowed me to be abused?
From 9 to 28 I thought that bond was false.
My opinion was still the same the day I saw my son's first sonogram. The shock had wore off and a strong desire to prove to him I was worthy of the blessing I was given.
I made him lots of promises that day.
1.He will never spend his life wondering if I really loved him.
2. He will never spend time thinking of all the ways he could not look like a fuck up in my eyes.
3. He will never be subjected to abuse.
4. He'd never feel useless and pathetic.
5. He won't hate me when I'm older.
Though I loved my baby boy with a passion there was a strong disconnect between him and I. For the first year and a half of his life I didn't realize that I was repeating the cycle.
I tried fixing it but I still felt distant from him.
No amount of therapy could fix the disconnect I felt.
The doctors told me that it was Post-Partum depression and that it would subside but here we were almost 2 years later and I still felt as if there was this huge wall between him and I.
All it took was for him to be away from me to make me believe in the bond.
No matter how far my career advanced. No matter how great my love life was, it felt like a bigger part of me was missing. I knew when he was upset because I had strong urges to go to him.
Today not only do I believe in that bond but now I embrace it and I've changed it.
The strongest bond on Earth is between a Real Mother and her child.
I love you my baby boy.
#mentalhealthawareness #motherhood #diaryofadepressedwoman #writing #thoughts
I can’t stop seeing stories in everything!
I watch trees loose their leaves to the wind, and I tell myself “you can write about that!” I turn on the water faucet and make out faces from the pattern of the tiles on my bathroom walls, and I tell myself “this could make for a beautiful scene in a story!” I try to write, some days I find nothing, and I tell myself “there’s a story here too - imagine the character as a writer who is on a journey to find the perfect story!” And I tell myself, “there’s a story here too, there’s no perfect story! And that’s a story too.” But this one thing I can tell you for free, no matter how deep the root of a tree and how firmly the ground holds it still, there is no wind that can’t make a tree loose it’s leaves.
Some days, nothing makes any sense at all.
Somethings will read like Morse codes. Like the days I feel a story coming - the same way song writers says“they saw the song came to them” some days, I’m too caught up in everything else to catch it before it passes and some days, it passes, and I stretch myself not caring how much of me I loose to the moment, I reach out for the story and if I’m lucky, I catch it by its tail and pull back. I look at what I’m writing and it reads like different leaves from different trees that have lost themselves and scattered around, travelled far, lost their way... sometimes there is no existing culture, like the ones your stories tell, nor an existing language like the ones your characters speak.
But you have the power to make anyone believe anything as long as they are in your world for that moment - you are God! -Here’s a little reminder to all writers! don’t doubt or even attempt to waste your divinity.
#tiencepay #writing #writers
• Going through these thoughts are something that a lot of us can relate to, I want whoever reads this to know that you are never alone.
Not yet so numb this space.
Investigation of a dilapidated Kentucky bar in May 2018. The passage of time spoke loudest; the high sun and heat beating these sad dark walls into the ground. A tangible kempt energy is here; it is not bad or powerful, it just wants to let go. There’s a river right outside that flows North for a bit and I spent a bit walking up to it through a thick green healthy strong lovely mesh of early summer towards swollen banks and watched the grey muddy-rich waters flow past. I stood there for a bit and how everything was still and noticed how the river met the lush grass and how there was nothing else in-between them and how that happy that made me feel.
Dirt-under-fingernails, bare feet on hot soil, tiny, hesitant green shoots emerging, adapting to the changing cycles of the sun.
"You dream too big," she told me. 😂 I chuckled. "You dream too small!"
I suppose if you HAVE to be chained to your desk finishing off your book, this lovely one from @themodernfurniturestore
is a bonus. My novel is coming along but quite honestly, I’m looking forward to the end of the holidays so I can really get back into it. In baking news, I’ll be revealing the cover of my upcoming book Well Read Cookies tomorrow! Stay tuned. #writing #books #amwriting #writersofinstagram #australianfiction
to all my single followers:
you don't have to put all your energy into finding a relationship. steer that effort into YOURSELF. unplug from social media, your ex's social media, whether or not your crush likes your selfies, and spend time with yourself. be comfortable alone, and that's where you'll find true happiness because it's generating within yourself and not people who possibly are just temporary. when it's time, it'll be time. but in the meantime, make memories, laugh with friends, spend more time outdoors. and be happy ✨
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Enjoy the curly beach hair😏
but it's just a ploy to get you to READ BELOW❗️
I just launched my blog!! 🎉🎉🎉
⭐️Click on the link in my bio to be taken to my first TWO posts! ⭐️This has been a long-time idea that might have rotted in my head for another 20 years BUT I finally decided to start working on it a few months ago.
I can't wait to start this journey and hope I can have your patience as I learn the ropes of blogging (site design, writing, content, etc.) ⭐️If you have any suggestions - DM me or shoot an email on the site!
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It must be the heart; pumping every single drop of my blood into my soul. It must be love; thriving under the shimmering sun. It must be this weather; steaming hot weather, evaporate those water, turning them into mist, into air, into my lungs. It must be time; traveling through this ever ending space, different dimensions; goes into my eyes, makes me seeing the light of you. It must be this feeling; surrounding every piece of my body, every corner of my room, everywhere I go. It must be me; thinking of things that could happen in the past, to the future. It must be, it ought to be you whom I miss, so much; in this season; in the past of the future, and the future of the past...... Pat. July 2018.
For every single boy who stayed for a while and saw something to love out of these ruins...
************************************************************ For all the men who dared to love me,
What utter madness,
to vacate from your inhibitions
and seize this wildfire within your grasp
I, who lathers tenderness across my skin
but wears the armor of a full-fledged mobster
I lust for romance, as a decade old famine
intending to throw it in the compost
by the evening
My dreams sodomize reality,
Shrouding things I was meant to see
The way marriage was a permanent exile
only ever knowing
how to stay for a while
Our nights were always punctuated
by rhymes and riddles
until you find yourself
alone in your own bed
soiled in ashes and ripples
I am a slave to company
but always a prisoner to the solitary
I haven’t yet learned how
to let a boy blow on my wound
and call it a vow
But you lingered
for the same reasons
I wanted you to
For finding the answers
like where my heart has been
There, within the questions
thatched along the keloids
on my skin
I am the whole of a broken mirror
by the tip of my night terrors
And even when there’s ridges on your reflection
you were always whole
each time you looked at me
You have seen beauty
in a garden full of weeds
And tasted wine
when you kissed away my tears
I am strength
in my weakling fibers
within the bowels of darkness
And you always knew when
to trap me in your shield
and when to stay back
so my own battles
can allow me to bleed.
For all the men who dared to love me
My chaos was never meant
to be silenced
by the lure of pure innocence
It was wrong of me
To ask you for the calmness
only I can give to myself...