Words on my Mind - A poetic diary
- LECTURES 75
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Dernière publication lun., avr. 17, 2023
The short version :
It's a poetic diary! I speak on my life in my early 20s as I was living it, through poetry and conversation. There will be feelings, emotions, dreams and heartbreaks.
Long version and background story :
The mind can be a torturous place where all our fears, hurt and frustrations go to fester.
The mind can also be a brilliant place where intelligence, experiences and fond memories can remind us who we are and who we can be.
As a writing challenge, I decided to sift through the words on my mind, and what I've found is what I want to share with you.
A hint? I've found, among other things, growth, closure, faith and purpose.
Care to revisit this story with me? If so, welcome to my poetic diary!
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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝-𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝟐𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛, 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩. 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.Terminé
Worth the Risk
August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))Terminé
Mai Agar Kahoon ~ An Echo of hearts
✧ 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨, 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐩𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯-𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞, 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚-𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐣𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢.✧ ･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ ✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.:༅｡.｡![[p o e t r y]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/148536872-256-k912257.jpg)
[p o e t r y]
***PSA- PLEASE TAKE TIME TO READ MY MOST RECENT ADDITIONS TO THIS POETRY SAGA. I've been writing in this poetry journal since 2016 and they do get progressively better and more insightful.*** thank you carry on: These poems contain snippets of my life and my strongest emotions. Here I have opened my soul up to be read... Lastly, this volume is full; however, if you wish to read more, my 2nd poetry volume is ongoing and accessibleTerminé
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