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el nombre del Padre, y del Hijo, y del Espíritu Santo bound in light We fight. For the righteous who have Been lost to the grave, for the brave. We bleed through ink and whisper though screams that we have a place here. Among the few and the meek. We have never been weak. But we seek. For thou art thine savior upon your Bones. 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 Be free. Escape the shackles of all they want you to be, For the reckoning of embers dances along Ivory skin, and you watch yourself Begin Again, 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. .. ... .. ... .. @atlas.m.rose #womenwhowrite #poet #poem #poetry #poets #poetssociety #write #writer #writing #amwriting #poetrylovers #writercommunity #quote #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #madewords #poetsofinstagram #globalwordsmiths #wild #writingcommunity #words #poetrycommunity #ink #creativewriting #lovequotes #poetryislife #wordswithqueens #philosophy #spilledink
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 Photo: @dustinhanzelka edited by 🙋🏼‍♀️
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??? . . . . #poetry #poets #poetsofig #poet #sadquotes #writersofig #prose #quotes #writing #poetrycommunity #girlswhowrite #words #qotd #youarenotalone #anxiety #l4l #mentalhealth #tumblrpoetry #wordswithqueens #breakupquotes #wordsmith #poetrybooks #selflove #lovequotes #goodbooks #love #heartfelt #feelings #somedays
Chega de embromation, de não entender o que está cantando!!! Vem ser um Vip Student e cante com "catigoria" 😂😎😉 Vem falar e entender Inglês você também!!! Veeeeem! . . #sale #english #ingles #anglais #englishlanguage #dicasdeingles #viplessons #vocabulary #eslteacher #learnenglish #englishgrammar #loamo #lifecoach #gratitude #thesecret #motivational #startup #grammar #toefl #speak #idiom #writing #toptags #like4like #namaste #followforfollow #l4l #f4f #toptags
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 From caring Too much From carrying Too much Love Dig yourself Deeper Wider Further Until you find Truth Or at least something That doesn’t feel like A lie Chew your way Through roots of Guilt Shame Doubt With the same teeth That you used to whiten For a sexier smile Your teeth are strong And pretty Even with A mouthful of mud Feel your way through The mysterious soil Feast On Earth 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 Earthworms Spiders Grubs Learn their secrets They may Lead you to bedrock Or they may Teach you 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. #postpartumdepressionawareness #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.
Learning how to write HAS to be fun at our house or it won’t happen! I think all my kids learnt how to write their numbers and letters in the shower or foggy window! Now it’s Ruby’s turn! #homeschool #learninghowtowrite #writing #writingtips
I'd like to grow a twig or two, arms like branches, mossy skin will do. Sprout a feather here and there, spry like ravens pecking at my hair. A pencil tucked behind my ear, words enough to disappear. Chorus of song birds on repeat, nature's nurture, my life's complete. --chasingmagpies ______________ [ Hauntingly beautiful artwork by the very @hera_herakut ] ______________ #poetry #poet #wordsforthought #instapoets #prose #poetic #poetsunite #poetsunited #poem #poetryisnotdead   #writingcommunity #poets #pnw #washingtonstate #upperleftusa #womenwriters #pugetsound #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #adventurersofinstagram #poetryhive #washingtondiscovered #wordsmiths #instawriting #writing #spilledink #wildsisters2partstree3partsbird1partwords1partmusicallpartslovely #allpartslovely #wildchild
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.
Tell her today if you haven't before :') #TheRealMasterChefsOutThere#Ma #Mumma #Mom #Mother #ILoveYou #Love #Writing
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!"
Writing got me like: Losing track of days already because I get way too into writing and planning that I forget to update. Hey there's a blog post now, though! Link to the blog in the bio! #transparenthoughts #update #writing #manuscriptmonday #theresatagforthat #manuscript #writingproject #maltesersshouldsponsorme #bcieatthemeveryday
Why is it that When a man does something Out of love and respect for his woman He's called "bivi ka ghulam" (Her slave) And when a woman does the same It's called "bivi ka fardh" As if what she does has little or no meaning at all. The society Either belittles someone for loving Or belittles the love of someone. - Manaalficient . . . . . . . . . . #writersofinstagram #writing #writersofig #writingcommunity #wordsofwisdom #wordporn #wordgasm #wordstoliveby #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #poetry #poetryisnotdead #positivevibes #quotestoliveby #potd #qotd #quoteoftheday #lifequotes #lovequotes #sadquotes #relationshipgoals #tumblr #relationshipquotes #tumblrquotes #blogger #spilledink #instaquote
One of these skills is not like the others, and yet it's true. #writerslife #writing #writersofig #authorsofig #authorslife #writinglife #monday #authorproblems
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
Sometimes you have to give in to get over it. ▪️ Bend, buckle if you must...pause, regroup, change directions, but keep going. ▪️ #help #healing #recovery #struggle #hurt #loss #pain #stress #anxiety #depression #addiction #sobriety #heartbroken #relationships #family #hope #faith #positivity #strength #love #heart #peace #free #writersofinstagram #writer #writing #write #blog #blogger #FemalesAnonymous @femalesanonymous 🚺🚺🚺👤👤👤
The wailing Inside of me Knew No Bounds... A few years ago Now I screamed for days... Weeks... I picked up the brush I turned it off The thumping Beat inside of my chest Fed my darkness To my Day Vanquished My own heartbeat I wanted to be ended The fight, the breathe Why be... Anything In this place Struggling before birth Just to live... Needed it all to end I gave the canvas My portrait... A face of pain Monster with no soul Nothing could Kill me Ever again Gave my rage My anger At my own Beating Heart I wanted to Rip it from Chest, Every moment it Was Still Alive Feeling Made me sick self hatred Grew My darkness Has A name Self Portrait It was my soul Who wouldn’t leave me Alone Gave my coiled Rage To the canvas.... Purging The death I’d known There she’s caged Caught On Canvas The pain given To me Freely... -l.r.case-(c)2018 ** ##writing #amwriting #amreading #tbr #instapoem ##wordporn #writersofinstagram #words #creativewriting #spilledink #prose #wordsmith #wordgasm #amediting #instawrite #lovewriting #sapiosexual #sexual #spokenword #poetryinmotion #poetry #thought #LWord #heartspaces #loveink #poetry_addicts #poetryisnotdead #poetrypornquotes #seeingdeeper
Let the past die....and you know...kill it...if you want to? ----- That's the quote, right? No? Oh. Okay. . Whether you liked it or not, you have to admit that Star Wars: The Last Jedi was one BEAUTIFULLY shot film and I just had to get the art book for it! . This is filled with concept art from the way Canto Bight was going to look to Snoke's throne room. There are even drafts of how they almost made Kylo bald in 8...I swear nobody better shave his head in 9, its making me nervous. . Anyways, I'm going to have a flip through this! I really want the Rogue One book as well! . . . . . . . #bookstagram #bookstagramfeatures #bookishfeatures #bookblog #book #books #bookish #bookphotography #bookworm #instabooks #booklover #bibliophile #booknerd #totalbooknerd #bookblogger   #mythoughtsareablog #mythoughtsareabook #reading #writing #coffee #featuremybooks #bookstafeatures #bookfeaturepage
This really crossed my mind like everyday. I hope whoever out there reading this, if going through some crisis or something. Don't forget you're lovely, you're beautiful, you're Strong and YOU can do this.. Sorry for being inactive so much. Follow @n.s_writes for more . . Turn on your post notification . . Like, share and comment what you think.. . #writer #writing #selflove #selfcare #heal #thoughts #love #care #emotions #relations #depression #sadness #grieve #grieving #grievingisnotbad #anxiety #stress #Awareness #Healing #healingquotes #believe #like #share #comment #follow #shoutout #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #depression
Of course, innocent blood was drawn so long before the first strike of this war. And still, the Viper flicked his whip "I want more." #poetry #painting #passion #pyrography #woodburning #sculpture #artist #art #philosophy #writersofinstagram #writing #history #mystery #wip #thefeverdreamarts
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 ✨ • • • #relationships #Jesus #writer #God #blog #blogger #writing #poem #Bible #church #outdoors #single #life
i am trying to improve my writing, because my head is so full of ideas, and the only way to truly get them out is to write, so I’ll be posting them here, possibly. • • 📷: taken in Washington DC, on the rooftop terrace in the East Wing of the National Art Gallery. Credits To my mom. • • . . . . . #tags . #asethetic #writing #washingtondc #dc #photography #photo #blackandwhite #stories #history #travel #wanderlust #redwhiteandblue #usa #America #capitol #capital #nationalartgallery #art
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Enjoy the curly beach hair😏 but it's just a ploy to get you to READ BELOW❗️ ******************************** EXCITING NEWS: 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! 💗THANK YOU & I HOPE YOU LOVE THE SITE💗
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.
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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, Thank you 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 comes daytime 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 glued loosely 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 shivering scared 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 I’m sorry 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... Elle Bor
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