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I want to geek out for a minute. I love music as much as air. I'm rewinding to about 2000. I had grown up on classic rock, metal and old school hip hop. In my late teen years, I dove face first into the late 90's Detroit rave scene. I discovered an entirely new world of music. I was blessed to grow up where I did. Detroit may have a terrible rep, but one thing that it has in spades is hard working people that fucking love good music. They don't call it Detroit Rock City for nothin.. I was fully immersed in the birth place of Techno and I ate it up. I spun records, I threw my own parties and the beats became infused upon my soul. I can name scores of legendary Detroit/German techno DJ's, Chicago House legends and last but certainly not least, Drum and Bass DJ's.
That brings me to my point. I had watched plenty of Jungle DJ's throw down breaks at parties, but the love didn't happen until I met my friend Devin when we started working together at Ford's Help Desk in June of 2000. We quickly discovered that we were both music heads with similar backgrounds. He tells me that he spins drum and bass (DJ Devious). I countered with how much I adored detroit techno and acid house. The next day he brought me a CD full of legendary DnB DJ's; names such as Ed Rush and Optical, Dom and Roland, DJ Dara, Roni Size, DJ Krust, Dieselboy and on an on. All that he said was, "just listen to it and give it a chance". I went home and really listened. After absolutely tuning into it, I discovered the genius. The layering and scattering of drums and breaks that few humans could ever re-produce by hand. My allegiances shifted. I almost felt like I betrayed my home town. Techno was sneering at me. The Detroit Jungle Society was a rag tag bunch of misunderstood misfits that were sparse at best. We weren't a big crew but we loved our beats and that love has never left me. I'm just a breakbeat kid in a four-four tempo world. I will always be a tech/head and I will always support the genre and my friends who spin it, but my dirty love and pleasure is really dirty, dark neuro drum and bass with old school breaks. Give it to me hard or dont give it to me at all. /aluxaard
Re-Post with story I want to geek out for a minute. I love music as much as air. I'm rewinding to about 2000. I had grown up on classic rock, metal and old school hip hop. In my late teen years, I dove face first into the late 90's Detroit rave scene. I discovered an entirely new world of music. I was blessed to grow up where I did. Detroit may have a terrible rep, but one thing that it has in spades is hard working people that fucking love good music. They don't call it Detroit Rock City for nothin.. I was fully immersed in the birth place of Techno and I ate it up. I spun records, I threw my own parties and the beats became infused upon my soul. I can name scores of legendary Detroit/German techno DJ's, Chicago House legends and last but certainly not least, Drum and Bass DJ's. That brings me to my point. I had watched plenty of Jungle DJ's throw down breaks at parties, but the love didn't happen until I met my friend Devin when we started working together at Ford's Help Desk in June of 2000. We quickly discovered that we were both music heads with similar backgrounds. He tells me that he spins drum and bass (DJ Devious). I countered with how much I adored detroit techno and acid house. The next day he brought me a CD full of legendary DnB DJ's; names such as Ed Rush and Optical, Dom and Roland, DJ Dara, Roni Size, DJ Krust, Dieselboy and on an on. All that he said was, "just listen to it and give it a chance". I went home and really listened. After absolutely tuning into it, I discovered the genius. The layering and scattering of drums and breaks that few humans could ever re-produce by hand. My allegiances shifted. I almost felt like I betrayed my home town. Techno was sneering at me. The Detroit Jungle Society was a rag tag bunch of misunderstood misfits that were sparse at best. We weren't a big crew but we loved our beats and that love has never left me. I'm just a breakbeat kid in a four-four tempo world. I will always be a tech/head and I will always support the genre and my friends who spin it, but my dirty love and pleasure is really dirty, dark neuro drum and bass with old school breaks. Give it to me hard or dont give it to me at all. /aluxaard
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this is my gift and obstacle (i won't say curse)!
someone like me, doesn't know how to stop!
I AM LOVE! 
my parents made me with love! with a bond that has NEVER been broken!
everything i do is with it and out of -
it is why i get hurt easily and also, 
why i continue to grow and become more of myself.
I FUCKIN LOVE.
i ask people how they are and i really wanna know.
i heal with my words, my hands, my being.
how did i come to this revelation?!
i asked myself why am i always feeling hurt,
whether in reality or in my mind.
it's because i confuse love and people.
even when it comes to myself.
thinking i don't love myself enough,
but never considering how i wake up
every day and get to it.
nothing stops me.
it knocks me on my ass, 
and sometimes i fight back,
other times, i wail like a fuckin baby.
but in all, i still LOVE.
learning that i don't have to change that,
just find some middle ground,
and, that's whatever feels good to ME! 
i'm giving MYSELF permission to do that. 
it's okay to be LOVE! 
people are people. 
LOVE anyway! I LOVE everybody...
anyway.
that is today's living in the moment,
today's truth.
💕

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😫😫😫 this is my gift and obstacle (i won't say curse)! someone like me, doesn't know how to stop! I AM LOVE! my parents made me with love! with a bond that has NEVER been broken! everything i do is with it and out of - it is why i get hurt easily and also, why i continue to grow and become more of myself. I FUCKIN LOVE. i ask people how they are and i really wanna know. i heal with my words, my hands, my being. how did i come to this revelation?! i asked myself why am i always feeling hurt, whether in reality or in my mind. it's because i confuse love and people. even when it comes to myself. thinking i don't love myself enough, but never considering how i wake up every day and get to it. nothing stops me. it knocks me on my ass, and sometimes i fight back, other times, i wail like a fuckin baby. but in all, i still LOVE. learning that i don't have to change that, just find some middle ground, and, that's whatever feels good to ME! i'm giving MYSELF permission to do that. it's okay to be LOVE! people are people. LOVE anyway! I LOVE everybody... anyway. that is today's living in the moment, today's truth. 💕 link in bio. #meditation  #nurusubira  #flyblackbird  #goodvibes  #poetry  #poem  #writing  #writer  #creativewriting  #writersofig  #poetsofinstagram  #writersofinstagram  #instapoetry  #instawriter  #author  #tumblrquotes  #tumblr  #blackgirlmagic  #writtenword  #author  #poetrycommunity  #communityofwriters  #poets  #wordgasm  #logophile  #spokenword  #spokenwordpoetry  #motivation 
i'm gonna have to keep posting this one.
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i'm gonna have to keep posting this one. #glennlutz 
threes.
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3 wishes
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I sit here gazing at
everything and nothing.
Wondering what happened?
Where I went wrong
and why?
Choices made that led to
both bliss and catastrophe.
I look at the stars that I
wished upon so many times.
The same stars that answered
my wishes with curses.
That god damned Genie
never explains the rules.
When you wish literally in
slang tongues of ignorance
you are granted exactly what
you so hopefully asked for.
I switch my attention to
the clouds and watch
them morph from
angels to devils;
just like my life.
Devils in red dresses
that serenaded to 
all my weak spots.
I'm just a man and I
made my wishes.
Now I live with them
forever.
I can ask myself why
all that I want.
Its all irrelevant now.
Inquiries only breeds ulcers
that bleed from my spirit.
I can only settle on one fact.
I am still alive
and so are you.
Be very careful
what you wish for
because you may
Just get it.
:
/aluxaard
3 wishes : I sit here gazing at everything and nothing. Wondering what happened? Where I went wrong and why? Choices made that led to both bliss and catastrophe. I look at the stars that I wished upon so many times. The same stars that answered my wishes with curses. That god damned Genie never explains the rules. When you wish literally in slang tongues of ignorance you are granted exactly what you so hopefully asked for. I switch my attention to the clouds and watch them morph from angels to devils; just like my life. Devils in red dresses that serenaded to all my weak spots. I'm just a man and I made my wishes. Now I live with them forever. I can ask myself why all that I want. Its all irrelevant now. Inquiries only breeds ulcers that bleed from my spirit. I can only settle on one fact. I am still alive and so are you. Be very careful what you wish for because you may Just get it. : /aluxaard
Happy Saturday! Everyone enjoy your day of pre-rest. :)
Happy Saturday! Everyone enjoy your day of pre-rest. :)
i literally wrote this haiku in my sleep.. strange~
i literally wrote this haiku in my sleep.. strange~
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Mountain monsoon flower power.
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Dalhousie, Himachal Pradesh, (India), July 2017. 
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Mountain monsoon flower power. . . Dalhousie, Himachal Pradesh, (India), July 2017.  Photo © Tarun Dalaya . . | Kept hidden for 30 plus years, Tarun's poetic talent and quotes can now be read on Instagram and Facebook via @tarundalayapoetry| #poetry  #indianphotographyclub  #poetrysociety  #poetryofinstagram  #indiatravelgram  #writersofinstagram  #indiaphotography  #writerscommunity  #himgeo  #writersofig  #mobilephoto  #instapoetry  #instapoem  #instapoet  #literature  #poemoftheday  #creativewriting   #inspire  #dalhousie  #communityofwriters  #himalayas  #travels  #mountains  #talented  #writingsociety  #theartistsway  #artistry  #awriterslife  #spilledink 
No, you're not crazy. 
You're just a woman, deeply and madly in love with the wrong man. -h.k.p 🌸
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.Long post alert ahead. 
It's been ages it seems since i have written a long post or actually put my thoughts out there. (I'm thinking of starting to write blogs) Anyway, today i felt compelled to come on here and share something or anything that truly goes on in my head without worrying about the number of likes or comments on this picture. So i'll just keep it short. .
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I apologise a lot. I say sorry more than there are stars in the sky. I explain myself a lot. To relevant or irrelevant poeple to me. I am clumsy. I think a lot before i let words slip out of my mouth. And boy do I regret once they do. I have always been taught to believe that my opinion doesn't matter. That me rejecting someone or something means i'm somehow cruel. That if I don't take the initiative, swallow my self love and say sorry or try to save a relation, people will only walk out. That if I don't explain myself, people will make unnecessary assumptions about me. That if I don't tell what I don't want the world to know, i must be lying. 
So i'm not here trying to make myself look like a victim, because i'm not. I'm so much more than what the world makes of me, and i know that. I'm not even saying this is the best way to live because it's not. I am slowly but surely untangling myself from this mess every single day and it shows. So this is me, just saying, if you're anything like me, you're not alone and that it's okay. We're just humans. 
We'll learn and we'll grow. 
We'll make mistakes. Fall in and out pf love. Get our hearts broken and healed again and again. We'll live life more than just okay. 
And that's what i'm trying to say. 
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No, you're not crazy. You're just a woman, deeply and madly in love with the wrong man. -h.k.p 🌸 . . . .Long post alert ahead. It's been ages it seems since i have written a long post or actually put my thoughts out there. (I'm thinking of starting to write blogs) Anyway, today i felt compelled to come on here and share something or anything that truly goes on in my head without worrying about the number of likes or comments on this picture. So i'll just keep it short. . . I apologise a lot. I say sorry more than there are stars in the sky. I explain myself a lot. To relevant or irrelevant poeple to me. I am clumsy. I think a lot before i let words slip out of my mouth. And boy do I regret once they do. I have always been taught to believe that my opinion doesn't matter. That me rejecting someone or something means i'm somehow cruel. That if I don't take the initiative, swallow my self love and say sorry or try to save a relation, people will only walk out. That if I don't explain myself, people will make unnecessary assumptions about me. That if I don't tell what I don't want the world to know, i must be lying. So i'm not here trying to make myself look like a victim, because i'm not. I'm so much more than what the world makes of me, and i know that. I'm not even saying this is the best way to live because it's not. I am slowly but surely untangling myself from this mess every single day and it shows. So this is me, just saying, if you're anything like me, you're not alone and that it's okay. We're just humans. We'll learn and we'll grow. We'll make mistakes. Fall in and out pf love. Get our hearts broken and healed again and again. We'll live life more than just okay. And that's what i'm trying to say. #rant  #longpost  #shotoniphone  #shotoniphone6  #mumbai  #photooftheday  #monsoon  #mumbai  #rain  #top 
I saw you.
You saw me.

You were buying flowers,
smiling with your eyes.

You took some change out of your well stitched coat,
handed it to the homeless children. 
And right at that second,
I saw marks on your right hand.

I got my eyes off your eyes and saw the rest of your face.

How beautifully you had covered it all by the makeup your husband gave you,
for you had left your job because he told you so!

I saw the scars and your smile.
I saw the scars and your 
smile.

The moon's effulgence caught my eyesight 
and I realized that I had hurt you and
I was the reason behind your heartbreak
and sometimes,
the invisible scars hurt the most.
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I saw you. You saw me. You were buying flowers, smiling with your eyes. You took some change out of your well stitched coat, handed it to the homeless children. And right at that second, I saw marks on your right hand. I got my eyes off your eyes and saw the rest of your face. How beautifully you had covered it all by the makeup your husband gave you, for you had left your job because he told you so! I saw the scars and your smile. I saw the scars and your smile. The moon's effulgence caught my eyesight and I realized that I had hurt you and I was the reason behind your heartbreak and sometimes, the invisible scars hurt the most. . .. ... .... #immature  #writing  #writersofinstagram  #writersofinsta  #writersoninstagram  #writersoninsta  #communityofwriters  #writingismyfreedom  #writings  #writingsonthewall  #writingsprompt  #travelwriter  #writersblock  #writersnetwork  #writerscommunity  #womenwhowrite  #writingskills  #writerswrite  #girlswhowrite  #writingsociety  #immaturewriter  #immaturewriters  #immaturewritings 
On the empty canvas of life, she tried to make a beautiful painting. Using her thoughts as the brush ,she spilled the vibrant colours of her words over it, carefree.
But slowly, very slowly, with every single brush moved over the canvas, a part of her true soul started getting snatched away from her, the colours started getting dull, the beautiful painting she had imagined was now turning into a dark dirty and ugly scene, uncomfortable for the sight. Doing this, she realised that now, the painting could never be erased, the colours had become permanent and the harder she rubbed, the uglier the picture became, and she lost all her energy, due to which she forgot that a lot of bright colours were still shining over the mixing tray.And that it is possible to make a fresh and new painting in which she could pour all the bright colours of joy, happiness, satisfaction and love and which could give her the sense of being complete. But all that was visible to her was that the canvas was filled with weird and horrifying tragedies, moulded into the paralysing truth that she herself had created this world of grim and a continuous lie kept whispering her inner self, that she is meant to embrace the hideous fate from which there is no escape.
Depression is something very similar to this in which continuous thoughts and negativity smacking your face, give you a sense of utter hopelessness​ and it becomes impossible to see a brighter side of life, and you completely get consumed into the false world, of which you don't know the beginning nor the end, and an incessant feeling of guilt and worthlessness have chained you so tightly that you get completely exhausted trying to get out of it. And the more you try, the more tightly it captures you, hurting you to the deepest level possible.
It is possible survive depression, and get rid of the parade of thoughts which are making your life hell. Dont try to unchain yourself, don't push anything, don't apply energy, you can't win from it if you try to fight with it. Just try to let things go, don't judge yourself, loosen the chains by quitting resistance to the thoughts, allow them to come and go, and they will fade into background​.
On the empty canvas of life, she tried to make a beautiful painting. Using her thoughts as the brush ,she spilled the vibrant colours of her words over it, carefree. But slowly, very slowly, with every single brush moved over the canvas, a part of her true soul started getting snatched away from her, the colours started getting dull, the beautiful painting she had imagined was now turning into a dark dirty and ugly scene, uncomfortable for the sight. Doing this, she realised that now, the painting could never be erased, the colours had become permanent and the harder she rubbed, the uglier the picture became, and she lost all her energy, due to which she forgot that a lot of bright colours were still shining over the mixing tray.And that it is possible to make a fresh and new painting in which she could pour all the bright colours of joy, happiness, satisfaction and love and which could give her the sense of being complete. But all that was visible to her was that the canvas was filled with weird and horrifying tragedies, moulded into the paralysing truth that she herself had created this world of grim and a continuous lie kept whispering her inner self, that she is meant to embrace the hideous fate from which there is no escape. Depression is something very similar to this in which continuous thoughts and negativity smacking your face, give you a sense of utter hopelessness​ and it becomes impossible to see a brighter side of life, and you completely get consumed into the false world, of which you don't know the beginning nor the end, and an incessant feeling of guilt and worthlessness have chained you so tightly that you get completely exhausted trying to get out of it. And the more you try, the more tightly it captures you, hurting you to the deepest level possible. It is possible survive depression, and get rid of the parade of thoughts which are making your life hell. Dont try to unchain yourself, don't push anything, don't apply energy, you can't win from it if you try to fight with it. Just try to let things go, don't judge yourself, loosen the chains by quitting resistance to the thoughts, allow them to come and go, and they will fade into background​.
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I am happy, kind and straightforward. And I consistently find others trying to read into it expecting to find a lurking monster. When disappointed they latch on to my shortcomings and idiosyncrasies like babies suckling for life juice. Using the crutch of detachment usually keeps me safe. 
#HouseOfPast

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I am happy, kind and straightforward. And I consistently find others trying to read into it expecting to find a lurking monster. When disappointed they latch on to my shortcomings and idiosyncrasies like babies suckling for life juice. Using the crutch of detachment usually keeps me safe. #HouseOfPast  #poetry  #poetrycommunity  #poems  #prose  #reading  #words  #poetrycommunity  #writer  #writerscommunity  #wordporn  #lovequote  #spilledink  #instawriters  #communityofwriters  #writersofinstagram  #write  #writersofig  #creativewriting  #quoteoftheday  #instaquote  #instaprose  #untwineme  #livebywords  #letter 
He comes to me and, like a summer breeze, envelops me in warmth. With my head on his chest, the steadiness of his heartbeat drowns out all the noise. His arms wrap around me, protecting me from the world. In this place I can let it all go and remember I am right where I belong, I am home.
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He comes to me and, like a summer breeze, envelops me in warmth. With my head on his chest, the steadiness of his heartbeat drowns out all the noise. His arms wrap around me, protecting me from the world. In this place I can let it all go and remember I am right where I belong, I am home. #thoughts  #spilledink  #word  #instapoetry  #wordporn  #beautiful  #igwriters  #writersig  #writersofig  #life  #love  #quotes  #andshewrites  #prissoriginal #deprisscious  #howshefeels  #amwriting #communityofwriters  #slheaton  #communityofpoets  #amwriting  #poeticbixes  #justagirlandherwords  #wordswithqueens  #vegas  #vegasgirl  #lifeofasinglegirl  #midnightramblings  #thewhiskeydiaries 
This heart breaks over and over 
again and, my god, how it still beats impetuously. Pounding wildly within my chest, it still searches for a place to quiet the thrashing, to steady the beat. A place it no longer wakes up alone.
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This heart breaks over and over 
again and, my god, how it still beats impetuously. Pounding wildly within my chest, it still searches for a place to quiet the thrashing, to steady the beat. A place it no longer wakes up alone. #thoughts  #spilledink  #word  #instapoetry  #wordporn  #beautiful  #igwriters  #writersig  #writersofig  #life  #love  #quotes  #andshewrites  #prissoriginal #deprisscious  #howshefeels  #amwriting #communityofwriters  #slheaton  #communityofpoets  #amwriting  #poeticbixes  #justagirlandherwords  #wordswithqueens  #vegas  #vegasgirl  #lifeofasinglegirl  #midnightramblings  #thewhiskeydiaries 
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I keep on running away from you just to find myself. I keep on searching you just to find myself.
I keep on running away from you just to find myself. I keep on searching you just to find myself.
Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.
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Well Well!! Finally!! It is here!! After a lot of thought on how to create a blog or an online platform, it ended!! Over a random conversation, the LED bulb of our brains sparked and we ended up on coming together for the website! And then, we thought, let it be a community of writers than just one or two people putting up their thoughts! Let the creativity flow and let people see the magic of the amazing writers who are in the four walls of their houses!
Bringing to you, our first post by Varun Parmar ( a UPSC aspirant) on the recent demise of the Chester Bennington.
Take a look at what he has to say!
http://www.gingerbyt.com/content/33/
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Well Well!! Finally!! It is here!! After a lot of thought on how to create a blog or an online platform, it ended!! Over a random conversation, the LED bulb of our brains sparked and we ended up on coming together for the website! And then, we thought, let it be a community of writers than just one or two people putting up their thoughts! Let the creativity flow and let people see the magic of the amazing writers who are in the four walls of their houses! Bringing to you, our first post by Varun Parmar ( a UPSC aspirant) on the recent demise of the Chester Bennington. Take a look at what he has to say! http://www.gingerbyt.com/content/33/ Keep following the site for entering into the world of Travel, Literature, Fashion and much more.. Website in bio #weekendpost  #writersofinstagram  #writing  #travel  #fashion  #linkinpark  #chesterbennington  #wellbegunishalfdone  #website  #communityofwriters  #onestopportal 
And truth abounds but we close our eyes because we'd rather see the temporary bliss in the intricacies of a blaring fabrication than the ugliness of the cold, hard facts. Somewhere along the way we got it twisted and we've sold our souls for the beauty of a lie. 
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And truth abounds but we close our eyes because we'd rather see the temporary bliss in the intricacies of a blaring fabrication than the ugliness of the cold, hard facts. Somewhere along the way we got it twisted and we've sold our souls for the beauty of a lie. #thoughts  #spilledink  #word  #instapoetry  #wordporn  #beautiful  #igwriters  #writersig  #writersofig  #life  #love  #quotes  #andshewrites  #prissoriginal #deprisscious  #howshefeels  #amwriting #communityofwriters  #slheaton  #communityofpoets  #amwriting  #poeticbixes  #justagirlandherwords  #wordswithqueens  #vegas  #vegasgirl  #lifeofasinglegirl  #midnightramblings 
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. Always there...the other extreme...waiting in the shadows...never knowing when she will appear. The ride is extreme...it's the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. The brightest darkness and the darkest sadness...the ride never ends and the mind never rests...me . . ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . . We are proud to present one of our Featured Artistic Writerz~ CONGRATULATIONS @moodgirl7 . Feature selected by: @poxymadmagpie ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . Don't forget to tag your work with #Artistz_Werdz  to share your love of literature. Short stories, poetry, thoughts... if it has Werdz please make sure to tag! ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . Brought to you by: Krewlwerld (Founder) @Carbon.Copy.Gem & @poxymadmagpie (Owners) @word_essence (Mod) ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . .
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Teeming seas of plankton progress, fiery blessings circumnavigating routine and leniency, clinging to the best hopes, those illuminated beacons of gradual incline and progress, silent screams to keep trying, keep flying, keep lying as long as the worth is raining, gaining, at least maintaining and yet the falls are endured, air rush plumes careening over those spent dreams and worshipped adolescent entitlements that bandy about like sour voices in a chorus, dropping wild discord, atonal warbling like the cry of garbage trucks at dawn shuffling off the refuse of common judgements, the collapsible garishness weighing each day's hours as if pennies dropped from planes, slight in flight, but copper bullets pock-marking the concrete of best intentions, marring commerce, faith in coins to upend and christen value, stature, attraction. Woe is a sin of the weak, a calendar page torn off and the items checked one, two, three, with the frequency of salty tears shed and stain-spotting fine linens stretched taut. Where skin rests. Where hearts breathe. Where reason teases willingness, pairs up with sleep and quells desires; the lustful swallowing bitter resignations, turning in, turning out, swallowed in the gloaming of vigor, the sweet end of our briney grift. Goodnight, tyrants. Sweat your slumber wishes into your finest pillows. Dream your freefalls as phosphor spill, incandescent gleaming at the periphery of life's rich pageant; impassioned cents scarring a funereal parade of kindness when true wealth slinks at the end of selfishness.
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. Teeming seas of plankton progress, fiery blessings circumnavigating routine and leniency, clinging to the best hopes, those illuminated beacons of gradual incline and progress, silent screams to keep trying, keep flying, keep lying as long as the worth is raining, gaining, at least maintaining and yet the falls are endured, air rush plumes careening over those spent dreams and worshipped adolescent entitlements that bandy about like sour voices in a chorus, dropping wild discord, atonal warbling like the cry of garbage trucks at dawn shuffling off the refuse of common judgements, the collapsible garishness weighing each day's hours as if pennies dropped from planes, slight in flight, but copper bullets pock-marking the concrete of best intentions, marring commerce, faith in coins to upend and christen value, stature, attraction. Woe is a sin of the weak, a calendar page torn off and the items checked one, two, three, with the frequency of salty tears shed and stain-spotting fine linens stretched taut. Where skin rests. Where hearts breathe. Where reason teases willingness, pairs up with sleep and quells desires; the lustful swallowing bitter resignations, turning in, turning out, swallowed in the gloaming of vigor, the sweet end of our briney grift. Goodnight, tyrants. Sweat your slumber wishes into your finest pillows. Dream your freefalls as phosphor spill, incandescent gleaming at the periphery of life's rich pageant; impassioned cents scarring a funereal parade of kindness when true wealth slinks at the end of selfishness. . . ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . . We are proud to present one of our Featured Artistic Writerz~ CONGRATULATIONS @mindscapepix . Feature selected by: @poxymadmagpie ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . Don't forget to tag your work with #Artistz_Werdz  to share your love of literature. Short stories, poetry, thoughts... if it has Werdz please make sure to tag! ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . Brought to you by: Krewlwerld (Founder) @Carbon.Copy.Gem & @poxymadmagpie (Owners) @word_essence (Mod) ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . .
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He walked through fire for me. Not a brave man but certainly he believed. He saw something in me of worthwhile. He was the devil and I loved him. Instead of calling on his army he fought for me, bare hands, without armoury. He once told me no entity could stop him from getting to me. I was his and sensed him longingly. The end. .
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. He walked through fire for me. Not a brave man but certainly he believed. He saw something in me of worthwhile. He was the devil and I loved him. Instead of calling on his army he fought for me, bare hands, without armoury. He once told me no entity could stop him from getting to me. I was his and sensed him longingly. The end. . . ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . . We are proud to present one of our Featured Artistic Writerz~ CONGRATULATIONS @miss_shannonstephanie (writer) & @kavanthekid (artwork) . Feature selected by: @poxymadmagpie ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . Don't forget to tag your work with #Artistz_Werdz  to share your love of literature. Short stories, poetry, thoughts... if it has Werdz please make sure to tag! ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . Brought to you by: Krewlwerld (Founder) @Carbon.Copy.Gem & @poxymadmagpie (Owners) @word_essence (Mod) ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ . .
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obey
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When I speak into
this microphone
do you still feel cold
and all alone?
What would you do
if I told you to
would you still
know you from
you?
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/aluxaard
obey : When I speak into this microphone do you still feel cold and all alone? What would you do if I told you to would you still know you from you? : /aluxaard
•[TOO SOON FRIEND ]•
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We all are haunted. We all have demons.
Demons that are invisible, invincible. 
Some makes us strong others leave us feeble.
Someone once said, you can never completely comprehend
or not even pretend
 to understand what's going on in someone's head , not because it's too complicated but because it's not meant for you.
The person may be your family , your love or your best friend, there will always be something in their shadows
hidden and there's not much you can do.
Those shadows are put there to show them where does the light come from.
To push a man in the right direction.
But sometimes when the light is stronger and brighter than it supposed to be,
these shadows grow darker and denser,
taking over eventually.
But even the darkest places on earth let alone in heart ,
can be lightened up with just a spark.
But a man drowned in darkness ,
can't get his hands on the switches that lighten up the room.
He is too blind even to ask for help,
he doesn't see you there but in your heart you know you care.
But the man starts to get skeptical ,
that doubt does nothing but just fastens up the fall.
He ends up shooting in the dark, ends up hurting himself.
Eventually he makes the call.
A deal with the devil.
what he thinks will end it all.

And you stand there ,
watching him drown;
But all you could do is stare.
Give excuses to yourself , how you couldn't do much or nothing at all.
Unwilling to accept that it was also your fault.

We all crave , we all break .
We all love and love can save.
Some demons are invincible
but all demons are avoidable.
You know you love him or her
but that's not always enough.
You have to show, even if a little.
A small thanks or a mild smile
these small things are all that's needed
to light up a spark.
and sparks starts fires.
in some cases fires save lives.
- Rakesh Swain.
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•[TOO SOON FRIEND ]• _______________________ We all are haunted. We all have demons. Demons that are invisible, invincible. Some makes us strong others leave us feeble. Someone once said, you can never completely comprehend or not even pretend to understand what's going on in someone's head , not because it's too complicated but because it's not meant for you. The person may be your family , your love or your best friend, there will always be something in their shadows hidden and there's not much you can do. Those shadows are put there to show them where does the light come from. To push a man in the right direction. But sometimes when the light is stronger and brighter than it supposed to be, these shadows grow darker and denser, taking over eventually. But even the darkest places on earth let alone in heart , can be lightened up with just a spark. But a man drowned in darkness , can't get his hands on the switches that lighten up the room. He is too blind even to ask for help, he doesn't see you there but in your heart you know you care. But the man starts to get skeptical , that doubt does nothing but just fastens up the fall. He ends up shooting in the dark, ends up hurting himself. Eventually he makes the call. A deal with the devil. what he thinks will end it all. And you stand there , watching him drown; But all you could do is stare. Give excuses to yourself , how you couldn't do much or nothing at all. Unwilling to accept that it was also your fault. We all crave , we all break . We all love and love can save. Some demons are invincible but all demons are avoidable. You know you love him or her but that's not always enough. You have to show, even if a little. A small thanks or a mild smile these small things are all that's needed to light up a spark. and sparks starts fires. in some cases fires save lives. - Rakesh Swain. >#wordsmith  #instapoetry  #instapoet  #instapoem  #poemlover  #creativewriting  #wordstoliveby  #livebywords  #herheartpoetry  #wordswithkings  #wordswithfriends  #wordswithqueens  #bymepoetry  #_thewriterslounge_  #writerscorner  #writersuniverse  #spilledink  #communityofpoets  #communityofwriters  #typewriterpoetry 
And baby I swear 
I miss the cigarette 
tip that carries the 
cherry flavor of your 
soft lips. And baby I 
swear I miss the giggles 
you made as I pulled 
down your watermelon 
coloured underwear. 
While my parents 
weren't in town , and 
it was just you and 
me fooling around 
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And baby I swear I miss the cigarette tip that carries the cherry flavor of your soft lips. And baby I swear I miss the giggles you made as I pulled down your watermelon coloured underwear. While my parents weren't in town , and it was just you and me fooling around not giving a damn ~ #sexy  #smoking  #cigerettes  #sex  #lovestory  #communityofpoets  #communityofwriters  #memories  #secrets  #instaartist  #art  #photography  #poems  #poetry  #poemgasm  #poetryporn  #igwriters  #ink  #couples  #longdistancerelationship  #fuckdistance 
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Hands fly up, she holds tight for fear her silly heart may beat its way right through her ribs and out of her chest. There are butterflies fluttering about recklessly deep within her belly, making her giddy and sick all at once. Now, with one hand on her heart and the other on her stomach, she’s trying to keep it together, when what she really wants is to lie down, let it all go, breathe in, and trust in a crazy little thing called love.
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Hands fly up, she holds tight for fear her silly heart may beat its way right through her ribs and out of her chest. There are butterflies fluttering about recklessly deep within her belly, making her giddy and sick all at once. Now, with one hand on her heart and the other on her stomach, she’s trying to keep it together, when what she really wants is to lie down, let it all go, breathe in, and trust in a crazy little thing called love. #thoughts  #spilledink  #word  #instapoetry  #wordporn  #beautiful  #igwriters  #writersig  #writersofig  #life  #love  #quotes  #andshewrites  #prissoriginal #deprisscious  #howshefeels  #amwriting #communityofwriters  #slheaton  #communityofpoets  #amwriting  #poeticbixes  #justagirlandherwords  #wordswithqueens  #vegas  #vegasgirl  #lifeofasinglegirl  Ref: Queen 🎶🖤
Introducing author and illustrator Joy Heyer! Click on the link in our profile to read about her upcoming book release and follow @joy_illustrated for updates.
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| Unique poetry revealed after 30 plus years. Read more of my poems like: "Prayer", "I am called the Taj", "My art is all I have", "Our evening at Ashdale", "In search of you, Violet", and quotes too, on IG/FB. | @tarundalayapoetry .
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| Unique poetry revealed after 30 plus years. Read more of my poems like: "Prayer", "I am called the Taj", "My art is all I have", "Our evening at Ashdale", "In search of you, Violet", and quotes too, on IG/FB. | @tarundalayapoetry . . #spilledink  #words  #rhyme  #vacillatinglove  #thespiritoflove  #friendship  #iloveyou  #poetry  #heartbreak  #poetrycommunity  #poetrysociety  #poetryofinstagram  #poetryisnotdead  #writersofinstagram  #writerscommunity  #poet  #poetryinmotion  #writersofig  #writings   #instapoetry  #instapoem  #instapoet  #literature  #poemoftheday  #creativewriting  #writingsociety  #communityofwriters  #lovelost  #breakup 
freeing myself 
from the 
cages that
demand I become
something 
other 
than who I am. 💘
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I set a huge goal for myself of 25 articles by the end of this week. So far I've written 0. I was up till 1 last night working on other stuff, though, so this caffeine is necessary. Side note: My brother told me that glass bottle Cokes taste better, and he was 100% correct.
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I set a huge goal for myself of 25 articles by the end of this week. So far I've written 0. I was up till 1 last night working on other stuff, though, so this caffeine is necessary. Side note: My brother told me that glass bottle Cokes taste better, and he was 100% correct. . . . . . #writer  #writersofinstagram  #writers  #writersofig  #writerscommunity  #writerslife  #igwriters  #copywriter  #instawriter  #writercommunity  #communityofwriters  #instawriters  #igwriter  #writersoninstagram  #writersnetwork  #ghostwriter  #writerlife  #instagramwriters  #CreativeWriter  #freelance  #freelancewriter  #workfromhome  #femalewriters  #adayinthelife  #randomthoughts  #worklifestyle  #thisismyday