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adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [25th june 2022]
maps of mishaps, fortune stored in cages; where the sun has set, fate has begun its appraisal.
past and past, walks the line of lotuses; threaded veins and hearts made of needles.
daisy deaths and massacres; bodies of dust and rotten comforters.
murky predators, red velvet throats; beaches and octobers, stubborn sea salt.
what hurts water, how can it be pure? venom as sweet as rose poison, lemon juice and milk of a mother.
build a home, breathe into life, hold the thorn, hold the daffodil; keep the tendrils of vulnerability under the sky.
fight against the clock frozen with ink, the mind that has burrowed itself in air filled with tender knives.
as water cuts a stone, as snow rests upon the gold; a drop of tear left unnoticed in a desert.
hairs and springs of a fountain blue, the stars drenched in velvet; pearls that drown the earth in rain.
winks of clouds and veil of the sun; wars a home of the old, the blood soaked land a curse for the young.
petrichor rings the bell, the rain carries your shadows and envelopes; fostered flowers caressed by dirt.
how many a petal we throw to the forests, radical hope and cottage courage; and when the light is dim, surrender to the storm starving.
words and willow trees, pines and fallacies; what is empty, talks, the air and the wings of tongues.
how many silences are bribed with the musk of hearts; how many poisoned, entrapped, by the scar of youth?
they say life is a journey; nay, life is a house that was once lived in; insipid and defensive.
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adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [16th june 2022]
meshes of moon scattered on the lake, a poet's grave; a wildfire graceful and kissed by rain.
soaked youth in yellow twigs; in boots and noons of malicious spring.
sweet as chocolate, bitterness subdued; what is this spring but a death that lures?
hands of maidens with cherry blossoms, a cure to the eye and a disease to what lays hidden; mind and magic to the world, a golden lung to the forgotten ones.
filled with temper, a baby breath against a caterpillar; white linen doused with earth's cold summer.
part and pardon, wish and risk; a heart that is prisoned in a cage is not worth a heart that battles.
lotuses carved on sour tongues, in places of disasters, of deceit; in cities of citrus.
place thy feet in armours of cherries, melted crystals and awakened violins.
saccharine sea bulbs, choruses of rainbow dancing as a wizard; aiming for the stars, wrists cuffed by freedom.
berries smeared with passionate blood, with nutmeg wounds and hazelnut deaths.
fill the bowl of the ocean, fill it to the brim; what it lacks is present in drops put into humans.
what is motherless requires not a different earth; kindness changes not people, but reveals their raw flesh.
[kindness does not change people; it reveals their raw flesh, their real identity]
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adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [12th june 2022]
the night has its shadows, blue and grey; masked in apple's seeds, agony bathed.
stand in the route, be miserly in calmness; there is a devil shrouded in an eye's fountains.
drift like a white whale, amidst memories; from aches of cure to cures of fantasies.
transcend life from that present on fingertips, linger near bones, where art is kismet.
hollowed oranges, skins like lotuses; what we wear, we often throw.
a poet's backbone, a shark's tale; foam of taste buds lingering as fireflies in a throat.
mangoes, possums, bread and butter; a mouth of cicada symphonies, celestial dust.
watch the canary, year to year; dirt and snow emotions, cheeks of the earth.
shabby braids and cicada musings, burrowed sunsets and pastel bones.
metallic connections and feathered bangles, heads of spines and littered passages.
vines of grapes, of collectibles and peaches; pain of pollen, eclipsed sun and its eight witches.
foreign hands, hums of voices barren; silence heavy, storms and curtains.
blues of life and blues of disguises, shadows of night veiled by lanterns.
maps and strangers, shores and shells; rib for a rib, hunt for a hunt; what you had the courage to bring into this world must be allowed to live, dreams or ephialtes.
#adropofhumanity
(if you had the courage to dream of it, by no means do you lack the courage to live it)
adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (09th june 2022)
mourning shades, earth a rustic moon; candle soldiers, sunset roars. glass of wind, a sea that chimes; struggling lungs, alveoli of pride. circles sacred, birds and barks; persistent melodies, life a screaming scar. half of ourselves, half of earth; skeptical rules and societal lusts.
summer lightning and thunderous rainbows, yesterday's reflection in today's waters. blooming trains and grieving whistles; gravity a fork, humans fixated. ripening fruit like a sturdy kettle, boiling season as a cloudless friend.
birds of the night, mediterranean lungs; lace of glory, air a crochet undone. toes of rhythm, seventh sense; sweetness of earth's roots, pears engraved as tendrils in veins. brightness of fog, of a breath fuzzy; life in the woman's womb, a universe- like history. life blurry, a home of shadows; night, death and the womb, bringers of awakeness.
#adropofhumanity
(do not fear the dark; we came from it, we came from wombs)
mabellvu
Still haven’t post here probably not been a long time lol
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Good day
Reminder:
Don't ignore your own potential.
Dream❤️.Believe❤️. Achieve❤️.
adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (22nd March 2022)
the tears of the pianos, graves of sunken breaths; courageous sins, museums of agonies. hymns of homes, suffocated lungs; limited heartbeats, life of a quarter. coffee crowds, memory ghosts; mad touches and fragmented routes. veins avoided, night inspirations; apathetic ambiguities, rainbow tinges.
lonely embraces, curtained eyes; a void of white and a concealment of dewy pride. today deaths and tomorrow births; pigeon wings and the delight of darkened blood. stained apologies, glass sermons; reincarnated knees, candle shelves. shells of fantasy, pigmented treasures; halls of power, wolf of lust.
blue and flowers, emerald and topaz; grass of laughter, velvet hold. ink of spine, ocean depths; numbing praises, sugar- like rust. a shard of grief, a war of sickness; a woman of one, a woman of million. a broken petal of grace, a shade of march; a human beneath it, a prisoner on its soil.
mint foam, sweetened moonshine; honey blades, dark grains. foxes of faith, wings like knives; a mirror that looks, a mirror of judgments. year of beds, unmade sheets and blankets; biscuit crumbs; lungs left in black pockets. a suspended leaf and a heart of migration- where has it been held? it has merely been left to the vultures.
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"One day you won’t carry heaviness on your shoulders. you’ll get through the day without constant worrying and stomach aches. you will heal and make your mind a safe, peaceful place to be, not something you want to escape. it’s all possible. you can make it through this."
flowerais~
Everyone thinks they know what they would do in someone else’s position, until they get there.
“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.”
Don’t bother trying to make your way through life by trickery. Your long-term success depends on fundamental honesty. Do the right thing. That’s what helps create your reputation. And, your great success.
"Whatever we plant in our subconscious mind and nourish with repetition and emotion will one day become a reality."
Sometimes we need someone to simply be there
Not to fix anything or do anything in particular
But just to let us feel we are supported and cared about.
“Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.” -
In a time of destruction, create something:
A poem, a parade, a community, a school, a vow, a moral principle; one peaceful moment.✨
-
While in love, people typically become jealous, anger easily over small things, curious and often worry about losing that individual.
Complete your work before you start showing it around.
Nobody can tell you what’s your calling, what’s your unique strength, what’s your purpose. Only you can hear your calling. Once you figure it out what makes you come alive, there is no stopping you.
Being able to shift yourself out of a harmful mental loop is phenomenally powerful.
adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness (18th March 2022)
a rose from thorn-like death, a stone of heart and a comb of hell, a marker of prejudice, a hall of fright,
destiny clad in archer's arrow, a moment of pride, kith and kin, lies, lotuses and legacies, foreign homes and ginger tragedies.
fragile skins and paper cuts, laws martyred, twilight sun; clinking pedants, olive guilts; dusty hands and blackberry fingertips. autumn of march, buried hopes; leaves lost to skin, a ground of boiling blood. pear yearnings, spring of fall; cavalier sun and half moon echoes.
marionberry garnet and ruby hearts; fire-like worship, drowning soils. mulberry blood, violent rugs; gardens of night, orchids of flesh. congested wounds, salted shores; lakes of tourmaline, valleys of balsam. bread and sanctuaries abandoned, cinnamon paper and ochre canvases.
deer-like details, fogged empathy; rosary of the waves, prayers of the cliff of throat. bruised knuckles, clay air; riverbed séances, grief burns. crescent universe, a child's veil; rosy vessel, magnolia dirt. whether soaked in water or blood, a heart behind the ribs is still a prisoner in a prison.
#adropofhumanity