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“India is constipated with a lot of humbug. Take religion. For the Hindu, it means little besides caste and cow-protection. For the Muslim, circumcision and kosher meat. For the Sikh, long hair and hatred of the Muslim. For the Christian, Hinduism with a sola topee. For the Parsi, fire-worship and feeding vultures. Ethics, which should be the kernel of a religious code, has been carefully removed.” -Khushwant Singh, Train to Pakistan. God. That book was stunning. It's relevance still resonate with our times. Maybe, more than ever.
That same car Witnessed how we've gone So far. ~ Day 27 of the #cmmaychallenge hosted by @cerynnmccain with the prompt #taxi. Tagging some awesome poets to join the fun. ~ © HanLantawan, 2017 | Photo from Pinterest
31: what if I let go
Fading for my muse 😍🖤
Perhaps it sounds cliche, but live deeply. I'm trying. I've uprooted myself many times in this life, and especially this time around, found myself quite lonely. It's easy to fall into the trap of envy, where you judge your worth by others' social media accounts. I find myself longing more than ever for love, for companionship, for acceptance. I am truly living a "lost in translation" life, hovering among people who speak another language, and who largely view foreigners (especially those with an entourage of foreign children) with amusement. I've had difficulty making any meaningful friendships, with men or women. My two good friends that I made here fell prey to the "foreigner effect," which simply is the fact that 99% of foreigner teachers here stay less than 2 years. Sigh. But the battle continues. We try, and try again. Always forward.
@hastyfictions If you wish, To see inside my heart, Just tear it, Without any discipline. And guess, What you can see there! There, somewhere at the corner, There are these dire scars, Put by some edgy words, The scary blotch, Caused by some acidic plot. The disintegrated pieces, Hammered off the whole. There, yes, right there, You'll see dents, notches, perforations. The chronic cuts, That might frighten your eyes, Unnerve your brain, Terrorize your body, And then, Paralyze your words. And your emotions? They may rip off your subject. Right then and there, You'll see, How stubborn my heart is, For it keeps beating, Even though being such a mess, With the witness, The fingerprints of the convicts, Who took their turn, To hold it, with their pseudo-love, Then, blemished it, with their genuine disgust. Yet, there, at its renovated parts, You'll see, Love, attachment, And somewhere near, determination and a little devotion. Plus, The faint rays of hope, The hope of re-forming, The hope of re-mending, The hope of re-healing, And the hope, of re-strengthening. . . Favourite self written. #repost #heart #insideit #love #life #instagram #insta #unknownstagram #instapoet #instapoetry #poem #poemsporn #wordsporn #poetry #poetsofinstagram #micropoetry #micropoem #story #microtale #words #peace ✌ 💕
"fresh sheets make friends with the empty space now in my mind where you used to be because i am done. i'm over the games and the pettiness and the falling in like which is never met both ways i'm over it so i have fresh sheets they smell nice. my mother put them there. she gives me kindness something i have always been short of. i wish i was like her i wish i could open out to people i wish i could do nice things and be motivated to do as much as her i wish i had energy to show people how much i love them but there's none there and i eat and i exercise and i sleep and i drink caffeine lots of it; it runs through my blood most nights, prying open my eyes into the morning but nothing works. i have no energy i don't want to be here i'm over it the only thing that makes me happy is my fresh sheets. symbolic & clean & kind qualities i can only dream of bearing."
P.S: Read through and comment. A new try and I'm not good at rhyming. #word #writer #poig #poem #poetry
Goodmorning everyone! Today is my Friday! Excerpt from a piece still in progress so, naturally, I haven't titled it yet. I'm terrible at naming my work. #goodmorningny #goodmorningpost #deethedeadpoet #dtdp #hudsonvalley #fishkill #beacon #beaconny #poem #poetry #prose #instapoem #instapoet #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writersoninstagram #apoemaday #poetry247
March 14 #eroticpoetrychallenge Prompt: #AphrodisiacLust Hammering heat, of your deadly passions Against my devouring heart Aphrodisiac flames and melting sweat against my bosom Flesh screaming for more goodness Harder and stronger Inhibitions fall away And all that remains: shameful lust No more camouflaged Shame stripped; away with the cloak of restraint Tonight's the night for unbridled greed We'll play the night, we'll mourn the death of our sanity Inside the heat, lies a lionesque beast Ready to pounce for more! To join this challenge, check original post on my channel for rules & prompts. #MicroTales & #MicroPoetry by ©® Madhulika Mitra www.mindpickles.wordpress.com #instapoem #instapoetry #smallwords #foundpoetry #mindpickles #writing #bloggersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #blogger #blogilates #poetry #instapoet #writerscommunity #erotique #erotism #poetrycommunity #mindpickles #eroticpoetry #erótica #erotica #gothicpoetry #darkpoetry #bloggersofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #microfiction #love #romance #sex
He nursed himself with pecan colored bourbon and Newport Menthols. The smell lingered in the corners of my grandmother's cotton linen sofa that blended with the cedar siding of the living room walls. Our fathers never stayed long. The smell reminded us of their departure. Maybe they wanted women easily influenced. Women that drifted in their current. But my mothers had legs like graving roots of cypress trees deep lined in the swamp lands of Georgia -thick, and not easily moved. . . . . 7am #journaling self+care session 💡 it's been a creative way to channel impulsive energy . i found this antique leather writing notebook to reserve my thoughts for now , publishing soon .
Tortured Bleeding Silence. By Nia N Williams. When I first made it here I thought before I had experienced #slavery and I hadn't in the least. I was forced to kill #feelings like they were people, with a violent knife but was told no blood should be on my hands, I was made to become #Christian twice just to have somewhere to stay, though in my head I knew the truth I had taken with me before. I glanced over my shoulder and this time looking extremely far to the tortured #souls of Christianity's onceand still hidden Roman #arrogance. And at this moment I took the only knife I had ever been comfortable with and killed the #facade of my so sweet and holy #hallucination and decided once again #silence felt much better. Let me live this way . #poetryisnotdead #writersofinstagram #instapoet
WHY DO YOU CREATE? . . . This is one of the most common questions that you will be asked about YOU as an artist. What is your reason why? Send your comments . . . "Brothers description convicts with conviction " Ghettogeek . . . . #familyaffair . . . #poetry #poem #instapoet #instapoetry #poetsofinstagram #instafollow #instalike #instapic #interview #instaphoto #spokenword #poetrycommunity #ghettogeek #instaquote #youth #motivation #motivationalquotes #positivevibes
Su molte cose non erano d'accordo, anzi di rado erano d'accordo su qualche cosa. Era un litigio continuo, una sfida continua ogni giorno. Ma nonostante il loro essere così diversi, una cosa importante avevano in comune: erano pazzi l'uno dell'altra. #lepaginedellanostravita #vivotropponeifilm #poetry #poem #poet #poetsofinstagram #TagsForLikes #writersofinstagram #writing #poetsofig #writer #TagsForLikesApp #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #typewriter #prose #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #write #writerscommunity #instapoetry #writingcommunity #spokenword ❤️💑
I still peck The scars On my body Embosking them From this world's light. They belong to me Like "Art" belonged To him. Those scars on My body are His "Artistry" His love, his memories, That are sunk In me. I still smell His scent on me. I still remember The way he allured me, With his eyes. While his fingers Toured on my Flesh and flower. At times, The most Painful scar Given, Is what I treasure as Beautiful Pain. & beautiful craft.
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3 am thoughts leave me sleepless✨🗯
Little by little the path will appear.
#Repost @crism611 ❤️ • • • There's a hidden light coming out from your decadent dreams you deemed too small to proceed. If you give it a chance you might be surprised by the shine they carry inside. If only you decide to dream them again. ~ Mah Lima @mah.writes . . #dreams #lovelife #moodygrams #cronullatoday #surfsup #morningwalk #sunrisetoday
It's that time again...be sure to enter our newest prompt comp!✏ We are giving away a copy of Jhumpa Lahiri's 'The Clothing of Books' to one lucky entrant.🤞 Simply send your piece on 'A costume' via DM or to: circulatteflash @gmail.com by June 10th. We'll also be sharing our favourite submissions. Can't wait to read your entries! 🤓📝 📚Book Giveaway Rules= 1.This is an International Giveaway 2. No Giveaway accounts 3. Giveaway closes June 10th 2017 at 9pm HKT 4. This giveaway is not sponsored or affiliated by Instagram. Entrants must be 18 years of age and agree to IG's terms of use. .. . #circulatte #spreadtheword #writingcontest #creativewriting #flashfiction #poetry #writingprompt #writer #amwriting #writerslife #writingcommunity #writersofig #spilledink #writersnetwork #writingcompetition #bookstagram #poetsunite #poetsofig #instapoet #poetrysociety #poetrygram #literature #bibliophile #writersofinstagram #words
Fuiste débil, pero no tanto como yo. Estoy aquí, y no sé dónde estás tú. Me arrancas las tripas para hacerte un collar y salir a bailar esta noche, sin mí. Con saliva, creas el asfalto. Con limón, adolecen mis heridas. Fría, como la voluntad de un muerto. Siento tristeza por ti, el Invierno te aclama y la Primavera ya no te conoce. #Poesia #Poema #Versos #Flor #Primavera #Invierno #Poeta #Instapoesia #Instapoema #Instapoeta #Fotografia #Instafoto #Poetry #Poem #Poet #Instapoetry #Instapoem #Instapoet #Photography #Instaphoto #instaflower #Spring #Winter
| Balance | ...there is a certain harmony that comes in recognizing the balance within ourselves. #alparamore #balance
A glimpse of yours is enough to soothe the raging thunderstorm inside me.😊