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January 24, 2019
 

“ No love of yours will slip off
From fists of my soul ”
                                
            🖋️Praneeth_k3009

           
      

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MY PRINCE
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January 24, 2019
 

Ojalá que con la misma sencillez con la que nos dejamos manejar por el orgullo. Nos dejáramos guiar por la empatia.

MARTIN LUTHER KING JR
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January 24, 2019
 

De desvelos, deseos y recuerdos en el olvido.

En la oscuridad de la noche susurra en mi oído, con voz suave y amorosa me narra sus delirios. En instantes le creo y siento sus suspiros, su suave mirada y cálido abrigo. Cuando tanto amor me colma de alivio, busco sus labios totalmente desicidido. En ese instante  despierto y todo de ella se ha ido...

SNOWMAN OVERLOOK
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January 24, 2019
Louisville, United States

I wonder what I would do
with all my time if I was
not reading books, writing
books, buying books, thinking
about books, dusting books,
recommending books, and
gifting books.
Probably not having near as            much fun.

                      Alfa

NICOLE LYONS
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January 23, 2019
 

She can't express what she feels inside
What more does she need to hide?
Her feelings are not being addressed because, to some people, they're not there
And that's not fair
Oh, she knows life ain't fair and life ain't cherries and rainbows galore
But the pain, the anguish.... How much more?
How much more can she take of the unspoken feelings that are ready to pop out?
How much of herself does she need to do without?
Because who is she if she has feelings and is being a human like everyone else on this Earth?
Does she need to be numb in order to have some worth?
Why do her emotions need to be stifled and why to people think they need to be pushed aside?
Because than those exact people can walk...

LIGHTNING
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January 23, 2019
 

Soy la voz de los que creen no tenerla.
Soy la luna de los que viven en oscuridad.
Soy el canto de las aves que volaron muy cerca del sol.
Soy la tibieza de los que perdieron  el cobijo de su madre.
Soy el beso de los que tienen el corazón roto.

Aura Alcántara

MARTHA LUCIA
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January 24, 2019
 

I fade with age
I am only human
I am dirt and water,
a little bit of everything
in the sky and on earth

But I burn brightly like an oil lamp
before it finally gives away
everything in its womb
to the wind, to the wind

©sakshinarula2019

VISIONS
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January 23, 2019
 

Weekly Challenge 3
Beginning, Thoughts, Pocket

In the beginning, all that existed was a deep pocket of nothingness. Out of this void, the thoughts of creation emerged, becoming words calling forth the fullness of light and life through the breath of the living God who encompassed the nothingness, transforming it into something beloved.

WITH LOVE
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January 24, 2019
Thanesar, India

Our love is like wave in motion,
I’m the surfer you’re the ocean...
It’s not that I don’t trust your audacity,
It’s just the weather that challenges my capacity.
So would you forgive this witted brain,
And drown this bunny again...

-someone

CHIRAYU 5
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January 23, 2019
 

she woke from the dream.

to wipe from her eyes the stardust that had sponged the tears she’d conjured to make her face feel ‘something’.

and with remote control in eager hand, she changed the channel on the old programs that had recycled the same old plot lines, failing to entertain.

from the old timey sitcoms that seldom could make her smile, to the talking heads selling lies in the headlines they would broadcast so bastardly.

for far long she'd tuned into their nightly dramas, the ones with the lacklustre acting and the two bit plot twists, lullaby'ing her soul to sleep, til' even the promise of a weekend morning would fail miserably to wake her.

and so in a daze, in the back row sh...

BROMS THE POET
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January 23, 2019
 

How do you know when
it’s finally time to go?
How do you know when
you should still stay?
How do you know when
To keep giving it your all?
How do you know when
you’ve nothing more to say?

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MARTIN LUTHER KING JR
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January 23, 2019
Fenton, United States

You were soft
A snowfall upon my flesh
Resting in just the right way
A blanket of diamonds
Where summer had left me bare

C. Churchill

STARS
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January 24, 2019
 

He came to me with his wounds expecting me to heal them, not knowing, both of us, after a lot bleeding, suffering and bearing a lot of pain, that he’s the only one who can heal his own wounds and all what I was left with is his blood on my skin and clothes.

MARTIN LUTHER KING JR
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January 24, 2019
 

Your eyes
Your eyes hold everything that i am looking for..
Like a dream
Escaping myself from reality..
Never wanting to wake up
I want the dream to come back again & again..

MARTIN LUTHER KING JR
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January 23, 2019
 

People always tend to leave,
Especially those that promise they won’t

But you,
You didn’t promise you wouldn’t leave

You just promised you would stay

-Silence In Echos

BHAVYA SINHA
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March 22, 2017
 

My writings are the words

Spoken  by my  heart and

Felt by my  soul .

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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
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January 23, 2019
 

Dreams do come true
And I realize it
Every time I look at you

- Shefali Dang
@soulfullyscribbled

MARTIN LUTHER KING JR
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January 23, 2019
 

Dear Time,

     Even when it’s dark and you can see the mist of the evening, you take the time to reflect on what tomorrow will bring. You don’t want to focus on the days past or to much on the present as the day has already gone. But tomorrow may hold the key to a brighter future. Admire the dark skies and the beauty it brings with it. Tomorrow will be a new day, and even if it rains or if the sun shines you have to opportunity to be the light for many more people.

     Each day is an opportunity to do something new and something that will bring you joy for the days to come. Spread love, kindness and be grateful for the life you have. Positivity will get you a lot further.

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DEVOTED
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January 23, 2019
 

Growing up my stuffed animals smelled like smoke.
     My back pack
     My clothes
Scrunched noses and weird eye brow poses.
     I’m sorry for being here, my parents made me this way.
I know the burn might come off offensive, but remember we’re all just children.

I did my best.
Rubbed adult deodorant all over my infant chest.
I thought something that signified, “fresh,” would mask the ash.

     Ever since I was little, I felt responsible. It was me existing there, that’s what caused their discomfort. It was me, breathing there. That caused my separation.
     Maybe if I smile nice enough, someone would ignore my aura.
     Someone should have sat me down and explained that it’s not my fa...

DARK NIGHT
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January 23, 2019
Louisville, United States

Black clouds don’t always
mean despair.
Sometimes they foretell
a cleansing;
an upcoming storm.
And with each labored drop
you will wash yesterday
away.

               Alfa

RETRO STYLE
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