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I was having a conversation with someone the other day and this person - who's British - couldn't understand why the UK was staging protests in response to Trump's visit. The mentality was "He's not our president, why should people be so bothered?"
We should be bothered because our fellow humans suffer at his tiny hands. We should be bothered because if we don't speak up - if no one holds protests, if no one voices their disgust for his actions - who will speak for children forcibly separated from their parents and held in detention centres? Who will speak for minority groups who, everyday, are victims of racially motivated crimes and discrimination because their president's agenda has, in some people's warped view, 'legitimised' the actions of racists? How will anything change at all if everyone stays silent?
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I was having a conversation with someone the other day and this person - who's British - couldn't understand why the UK was staging protests in response to Trump's visit. The mentality was "He's not our president, why should people be so bothered?" We should be bothered because our fellow humans suffer at his tiny hands. We should be bothered because if we don't speak up - if no one holds protests, if no one voices their disgust for his actions - who will speak for children forcibly separated from their parents and held in detention centres? Who will speak for minority groups who, everyday, are victims of racially motivated crimes and discrimination because their president's agenda has, in some people's warped view, 'legitimised' the actions of racists? How will anything change at all if everyone stays silent? #poem  #poetry  #poet  #instagrampoets  #instapoem  #instapoet  #poetsofinstagram  #poetryisnotdead  #poetryislife  #poetrycommunity  #igpoets  #poetsofig  #igpoetcommunity  #instagrampoetry  #instagrampoetrycommunity  #writing  #writer  #writersofinstagram  #writingcommunity  #wordporn  #igwritingcommunity  #instagramwritingcommunity  #artlixirpoetry  @artlixirpoetry @bymepoetry @bymepoetryeurope @avoicefromfaraway @poetrytheatre
“Just Two Strangers”
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“Her Naive Afflicted Soul” and “Her Afflicted Broken Soul” are NOW available through Amazon, the link is in my bio. 
Now taking orders for paperbacks and CUSTOM pieces. Message me for details.
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“Just Two Strangers” A. Watson #awatson  #awatsonwritings  “Her Naive Afflicted Soul” and “Her Afflicted Broken Soul” are NOW available through Amazon, the link is in my bio. Now taking orders for paperbacks and CUSTOM pieces. Message me for details. . . #instagramwriters  #instagramwritingcommunity  #igwriter  #igwriters  #writersofig  #poetrycommunity  #poetry  #wordporn  #followme  #awatsonwriting  #writerslife  #writersociety  #quotes  #quoteoftheday  #writersofig  #writersclub  #writersoninstagram  #writerswrite  #lifequotestoliveby  #lifequotes  #poems  #poemsofinstagram  #poemporn  #writerscorner  #writerswritings  #publishedauthors  #author 
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Modern spoken poetry. Volume up.

Originally I did not intend to read these kind of poems out loud but I was swayed by a few people ( @wordsbymagalyguerrero included lol) to give it life. It’s been up no my IGTV for a while but didn’t have the guts to post it here >__<

It’s not perfect but it’s difficult to get it right in one go (maybe I’ll give it another shot, in future, if you’re interested). As always all feedback is appreciated, and thank you for listening! Check my story if you need to look up a definition for any of the slang words. The written poem has previously posted. *The first 50 people to share any post, as a story, and then comment ‘done’ get a free air guitar*
🗣 👂 *200th post free giveaway! Check below for details* Modern spoken poetry. Volume up. Originally I did not intend to read these kind of poems out loud but I was swayed by a few people ( @wordsbymagalyguerrero included lol) to give it life. It’s been up no my IGTV for a while but didn’t have the guts to post it here >__< It’s not perfect but it’s difficult to get it right in one go (maybe I’ll give it another shot, in future, if you’re interested). As always all feedback is appreciated, and thank you for listening! Check my story if you need to look up a definition for any of the slang words. The written poem has previously posted. *The first 50 people to share any post, as a story, and then comment ‘done’ get a free air guitar*
It's a blessing to be born into the human body. We often tend to forget about how important it is to appreciate our own self. Our body is our responsibility. We have made the promise to keep it happy. Self appraisal boosts self esteem and results in better outcome of any kind of work we do. Celebrating our body is to understand that it requires care, love and nurturing. 
Have a day care routine or a night one, spend time with your body. These small care routines calm down the hormones and sooth you from inside. While coming back from work think of your day, be grateful for small things, maybe buy a chocolate and appreciate yourself. Praise yourself. Love yourself. Celebrate yourself.
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It's a blessing to be born into the human body. We often tend to forget about how important it is to appreciate our own self. Our body is our responsibility. We have made the promise to keep it happy. Self appraisal boosts self esteem and results in better outcome of any kind of work we do. Celebrating our body is to understand that it requires care, love and nurturing. Have a day care routine or a night one, spend time with your body. These small care routines calm down the hormones and sooth you from inside. While coming back from work think of your day, be grateful for small things, maybe buy a chocolate and appreciate yourself. Praise yourself. Love yourself. Celebrate yourself. . . . Double tap if you relate!♥️ Don't forget to follow for more writings like these!♥️ . . . . Follow @sukhpreet____ on the @mirakeeapp #writingcommunityofmirakee  #writer  #writersclub  #writingprompts  #writersofmirakee  #writersofmirakee  #writingspree  #writerscommunity  #writinghub  #instagramwriting  #instagramwritingcommunity  #instagrampoetry  #mirakeepoems  #instapoetryclub  #brokenisntbad #mentalillnesswillfight  #youareimportant  #lovequotes  #writingspree  #writingprompts #brokenisntbad  #lovequotes #brokenisntbad  #loveyourself #motivationalquotes #instagramwriting  #instagramwritingcommunity 
Depression and self-hatered has stuck with me ever since but today I'll free myself and fly.🌻
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Depression and self-hatered has stuck with me ever since but today I'll free myself and fly.🌻 Double tap if you relate ♥️ Don't forget to follow for more such writings ♥️ . . . . Follow @sukhpreet____ on @mirakeeapp #writingcommunityofmirakee  #writer  #writersclub  #writingprompts  #writersofmirakee  #writersofmirakee  #writingspree  #writerscommunity  #writinghub  #instagramwriting  #instagramwritingcommunity  #instagrampoetry  #mirakeepoems  #instapoetryclub  #brokenisntbad #mentalillnesswillfight  #youareimportant  #lovequotes  #writingspree  #writingprompts 
Abuse isn't always physical.
EDIT: I don't think anyone would think this but just in case, this IS NOT about my boyfriend. He's the kindest, sweetest, most encouraging and inspiring person I've ever had the honour of meeting. This is a poem about someone close to me and their experience ❤️
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Abuse isn't always physical. EDIT: I don't think anyone would think this but just in case, this IS NOT about my boyfriend. He's the kindest, sweetest, most encouraging and inspiring person I've ever had the honour of meeting. This is a poem about someone close to me and their experience ❤️ #poetry  #poem  #poet  #instapoem  #instapoet  #poetsofinstagram  #poetryisnotdead  #poetryislife  #poetrycommunity  #igpoets  #poetsofig  #igpoetcommunity  #instagrampoetry  #instagrampoetrycommunity  #poetryofig  #poetsofig  #writing  #writer  #writersofinstagram  #writingcommunity  #wordporn  #igwritingcommunity  #instagramwritingcommunity  #artlixirpoetry  @artlixirpoetry @bymepoetry @bymepoetryeurope @avoicefromfaraway @poetrytheatre
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This is the update of Day 20 since the page’s launch, the first in this day.

This is a report from Stephanie Goldberg.

The time is not like a flowing river. To a certain bystander, all communications from our part have lost for two days straight. But, we live our life as usual. The sun rises silently and without light. The night comes and envelops our city in the color of marigold.

We’re Makaja’s All-seeing Network.

Our beloved cute little mayor, Hera Hayes, is announcing her hatred toward monsters. Today, this afternoon at three, Hera publicized her own hand-drawn posters of the danger of non-human immigrants. She gave her posters to any whom she met in the city streets. The poster was smeared in the colorful blood of the local fairies, mostly in pink and silver.

The poster is very beautiful! And cute! I love the part when she wrote gigantic “DISEMBOWELMENT” in pink when she raised a question of what course of action humans should take to the non-humans. Hera has talents for art and chaos; the latter because her posters had met with furious responses mostly from the “Anti-Human Humane Club.” The Antihu—shorthand for the said niche, not-so-pacific non-human organization—had pressed the mayor to apologize. “Or else…” They paused, with an apparent air of menace swirling around them. Menace as they could not continue what they had said and argued on and on to themselves.

Hera’s ardent supporters, recently calling themselves “Alternative Humans,” guarded her heavily. Alt-Hu—shorthand for the said niche, not-so-peaceful human organization—had said that they would defend what the mayor did.

Hera was also not keen on being pushed like this by the Anti-Hu. “This de… Dethi… Dethithyen! Ith good! Why they can’t thee thith?!” Yes! I see what Hera meant! Cutesy handwriting is good for all! Those Antihu members should appreciate a 9-year-old’s honest attempt at art, and not bully her! She even cried because of you! You guys should grow up for once!

See you next time for more update.
This is the update of Day 20 since the page’s launch, the first in this day. This is a report from Stephanie Goldberg. The time is not like a flowing river. To a certain bystander, all communications from our part have lost for two days straight. But, we live our life as usual. The sun rises silently and without light. The night comes and envelops our city in the color of marigold. We’re Makaja’s All-seeing Network. Our beloved cute little mayor, Hera Hayes, is announcing her hatred toward monsters. Today, this afternoon at three, Hera publicized her own hand-drawn posters of the danger of non-human immigrants. She gave her posters to any whom she met in the city streets. The poster was smeared in the colorful blood of the local fairies, mostly in pink and silver. The poster is very beautiful! And cute! I love the part when she wrote gigantic “DISEMBOWELMENT” in pink when she raised a question of what course of action humans should take to the non-humans. Hera has talents for art and chaos; the latter because her posters had met with furious responses mostly from the “Anti-Human Humane Club.” The Antihu—shorthand for the said niche, not-so-pacific non-human organization—had pressed the mayor to apologize. “Or else…” They paused, with an apparent air of menace swirling around them. Menace as they could not continue what they had said and argued on and on to themselves. Hera’s ardent supporters, recently calling themselves “Alternative Humans,” guarded her heavily. Alt-Hu—shorthand for the said niche, not-so-peaceful human organization—had said that they would defend what the mayor did. Hera was also not keen on being pushed like this by the Anti-Hu. “This de… Dethi… Dethithyen! Ith good! Why they can’t thee thith?!” Yes! I see what Hera meant! Cutesy handwriting is good for all! Those Antihu members should appreciate a 9-year-old’s honest attempt at art, and not bully her! She even cried because of you! You guys should grow up for once! See you next time for more update.
Sometimes, we close our eyes to the truth, cos they seem to kinda weigh us down, and keep lying to ourselves. You must come to terms of reality and accept the truth
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Modern spoken poetry.

It’s not perfect but I’m just recording it on my phone like a noob.

The written poem is on my wall.

Thank you for listening!
Modern spoken poetry. It’s not perfect but I’m just recording it on my phone like a noob. The written poem is on my wall. Thank you for listening!
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@Regrann from @an_array_of_feelings_ - Writing is the art of letting out everything which is hidden inside you. It helps you to cope up with this world. Just remember to let it out.🌻
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@Regrann from @an_array_of_feelings_ - Writing is the art of letting out everything which is hidden inside you. It helps you to cope up with this world. Just remember to let it out.🌻 Double tap if you relate ♥️ Don't forget to follow for more such writings ♥️ . . . . Follow @sukhpreet____ on @mirakeeapp #writingcommunityofmirakee  #writer  #writersclub  #writingprompts  #writersofmirakee  #writersofmirakee  #writingspree  #writerscommunity  #writinghub  #instagramwriting  #instagramwritingcommunity  #instagrampoetry  #mirakeepoems  #instapoetryclub  #brokenisntbad #mentalillnesswillfight  #youareimportant #writersofmumbai  #writerscommunity  #writersofig  #writingspree  #writingprompts  #dailywritings 
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Writing is the art of letting out everything which is hidden inside you. It helps you to cope up with this world. Just remember to let it out.🌻
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Writing is the art of letting out everything which is hidden inside you. It helps you to cope up with this world. Just remember to let it out.🌻 Double tap if you relate ♥️ Don't forget to follow for more such writings ♥️ . . . . Follow @sukhpreet____ on @mirakeeapp #writingcommunityofmirakee  #writer  #writersclub  #writingprompts  #writersofmirakee  #writersofmirakee  #writingspree  #writerscommunity  #writinghub  #instagramwriting  #instagramwritingcommunity  #instagrampoetry  #mirakeepoems  #instapoetryclub  #brokenisntbad #mentalillnesswillfight  #youareimportant #writersofmumbai  #writerscommunity  #writersofig  #writingspree  #writingprompts  #dailywritings 
Can you count the raindrops falling?
That's how much I miss you
I miss you every time it's raining 
I miss you during the dry season too ☔️ #soulstease .
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I promise the next one will be ‘Desi Aunty’ but first: How well do you understand British slang?

Thank you for visiting my page 🙏🏽
👂🖋 Volume up I promise the next one will be ‘Desi Aunty’ but first: How well do you understand British slang? Thank you for visiting my page 🙏🏽
Feedback​ please!
Feedback​ please!
Part 5: Game over (?)
Part 5: Game over (?)
The lost love

All I knew was one thing
I loved you like anything
All through the night
You gushed my thoughts once in every while

I waited for your voice
To touch my ear lobes
I think I'm still waiting
When will you be calling?

My eyes in everyway
Picture you everyday
Then they look out for you 
In a very special place
That nobody knows till date

You were quite and still
As peaceful as the water flow
I'm waiting for the moment
To feel the depths of that flow

Just like the stars in the sky
You were my paradise
You were the star that shined
Through all my darkest nights

All this I feel for you 
Every hour and minute I go through
All this I want to tell you
But all I am now is a lost soul!
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The lost love All I knew was one thing I loved you like anything All through the night You gushed my thoughts once in every while I waited for your voice To touch my ear lobes I think I'm still waiting When will you be calling? My eyes in everyway Picture you everyday Then they look out for you In a very special place That nobody knows till date You were quite and still As peaceful as the water flow I'm waiting for the moment To feel the depths of that flow Just like the stars in the sky You were my paradise You were the star that shined Through all my darkest nights All this I feel for you Every hour and minute I go through All this I want to tell you But all I am now is a lost soul! ---------------------------------------------- Follow @the_undone_tales_ ---------------------------------------------- Like 👍 Comment Share➡ ---------------------------------------------- #lostfeelings #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poetsofindia #poetica #indianwritercommunity #instagramwritingcommunity #writersnetwork #writersofinstagram #instagramwriter #quotesofms #writerscommunity #wordgasm #poeticsoul #poetryporn #poet_artist #poetry_addicts #poetsociety #poetryinmotion #poetsofig #theundonetales #tut 
The Eye Of Truth
The Eye Of Truth
We are living in an era where mental illness is very commonly found.
In India itself 38 million people suffer from anxiety and 7.5% people in India suffer from major or minor mental illness. Often in countries like India mental illness isn't disscused openly and the result is suicides.
It is very very IMPORTANT to talk about it. The things we keep inside ourselves somewhere or the hurt keeps hurting us. Our demons keep on torturing us until we finally give up one day.
If you or anyone you know is suffering from any kind of mental illness please talk to someone. Tell them what you feel and for those who'd listen to that, tell them how important they are to you. Learn to appreciate people. One appreciation can save a life.
Broken isn't bad🌻
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We are living in an era where mental illness is very commonly found. In India itself 38 million people suffer from anxiety and 7.5% people in India suffer from major or minor mental illness. Often in countries like India mental illness isn't disscused openly and the result is suicides. It is very very IMPORTANT to talk about it. The things we keep inside ourselves somewhere or the hurt keeps hurting us. Our demons keep on torturing us until we finally give up one day. If you or anyone you know is suffering from any kind of mental illness please talk to someone. Tell them what you feel and for those who'd listen to that, tell them how important they are to you. Learn to appreciate people. One appreciation can save a life. Broken isn't bad🌻 Double tap if you relate ♥️ Don't forget to follow for more such writings ♥️ . . . . Follow @sukhpreet____ on @mirakeeapp #writingcommunityofmirakee  #writer  #writersclub  #writingprompts  #writersofmirakee  #writersofmirakee  #writingspree  #writerscommunity  #writinghub  #instagramwriting  #instagramwritingcommunity  #instagrampoetry  #mirakeepoems  #instapoetryclub  #brokenisntbad #mentalillnesswillfight  #youareimportant 
I was about to say I love you
But then I only said Good night
You know that to me they meant the same
Dream of me, sleep tight
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This is the update of Day 19 since the page’s launch, the first in this day.

This is a report from Stephanie Goldberg.

Surprisingly, things that are considered as surprising often form themselves as things that we truly wish. We secretly think of being able to pass a test, for example, even though the odds are all stacked up against us: not learning the day before, sleeping during the test, and even dreaming of a sweet yet a distant dream of yourself being older who reminisces about yourself in her past—of you today. We have the hope, we always have it. We know it may happen, yet we do not know if it will truly happen now.

That is probably what Ms. Springer had in her mind.

She was recently arrested for the possession of two illegal weaponry, hacking into our community television’s Facebook page, and trespassing onto Ms. Motley’s bookstore. She will certainly face a penalty the worse citizen can find herself in: thrown onto the endless pit where the end of the world begins.

However, Ms. Motley, the one who told the police about her trespasser, has withdrawn her allegations. She also testified Ms. Springer’s guns as toys or replicas during her court, despite the test showed a quite opposite result. As the test is not showing an exact opposite result, Ms. Springer is released from custody.

Ms. Motley even enlists Ms. Springer as a rightful citizen of our city. The former has to pay one of her precious lusus codicis—monsters in literature form—as a fee for the citizenship of our city. The book, being the first manuscript of The Book of Eibon, then became a slave to the City Council.

As for her current place of living, Ms. Springer had bought a lot of empty land near Donovan’s Pizza. Despite the danger of making a serious time paradox and the unraveling of the seams of the universe, the City Council—in their gargles and groans—vocalized their approval.

It is nice to see a new face to our community. I truly hope Ms. Springer, being a future human of the science fiction realms, can contribute to the city of Makaja in a good way.

See you next time for more update.
This is the update of Day 19 since the page’s launch, the first in this day. This is a report from Stephanie Goldberg. Surprisingly, things that are considered as surprising often form themselves as things that we truly wish. We secretly think of being able to pass a test, for example, even though the odds are all stacked up against us: not learning the day before, sleeping during the test, and even dreaming of a sweet yet a distant dream of yourself being older who reminisces about yourself in her past—of you today. We have the hope, we always have it. We know it may happen, yet we do not know if it will truly happen now. That is probably what Ms. Springer had in her mind. She was recently arrested for the possession of two illegal weaponry, hacking into our community television’s Facebook page, and trespassing onto Ms. Motley’s bookstore. She will certainly face a penalty the worse citizen can find herself in: thrown onto the endless pit where the end of the world begins. However, Ms. Motley, the one who told the police about her trespasser, has withdrawn her allegations. She also testified Ms. Springer’s guns as toys or replicas during her court, despite the test showed a quite opposite result. As the test is not showing an exact opposite result, Ms. Springer is released from custody. Ms. Motley even enlists Ms. Springer as a rightful citizen of our city. The former has to pay one of her precious lusus codicis—monsters in literature form—as a fee for the citizenship of our city. The book, being the first manuscript of The Book of Eibon, then became a slave to the City Council. As for her current place of living, Ms. Springer had bought a lot of empty land near Donovan’s Pizza. Despite the danger of making a serious time paradox and the unraveling of the seams of the universe, the City Council—in their gargles and groans—vocalized their approval. It is nice to see a new face to our community. I truly hope Ms. Springer, being a future human of the science fiction realms, can contribute to the city of Makaja in a good way. See you next time for more update.
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I can see you've been hurt, but I want to be the one that fix you, and drink from your wells of imperfections, cos i myself, I'm Fucked up, I myself, have disappointed people a lot that now I want to make atonement  and for once be an hero
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Stress, whether from inside or outside your relationship, is likely to affect the way you think, feel and behave. Sometimes you feel so lonely that you want to be a recluse. You are surrounded with people but still you feel lonely. You are not at fault but still you hold yourself responsible for not being a people's person which makes you weaker emotionally. Rather than sharing your feelings you suppress them which makes one a nervous wreck. There are days when you cry your heart out and sit there thinking about what went wrong. You unnecessarily loose your cool and take out your anger on people who are not responsible for your state. You want to reach out to the person with whom you can share your feelings with but that person is no where around. Emotionally you feel so drained that it starts effecting not only your physical but your mental health as well. One must be a positive person to such an extent that nothing should affect your peace of mind.
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Stress, whether from inside or outside your relationship, is likely to affect the way you think, feel and behave. Sometimes you feel so lonely that you want to be a recluse. You are surrounded with people but still you feel lonely. You are not at fault but still you hold yourself responsible for not being a people's person which makes you weaker emotionally. Rather than sharing your feelings you suppress them which makes one a nervous wreck. There are days when you cry your heart out and sit there thinking about what went wrong. You unnecessarily loose your cool and take out your anger on people who are not responsible for your state. You want to reach out to the person with whom you can share your feelings with but that person is no where around. Emotionally you feel so drained that it starts effecting not only your physical but your mental health as well. One must be a positive person to such an extent that nothing should affect your peace of mind. ~AS. #writerscommunity #quotes #lovewriting #poemsofinstagram #thoughts #instagramwriters #instagramwritingcommunity #poemsporn_ #beyond_thoughtss #thoughtcatalog #readersofinstagram  #writers  #write  #writerscommunity  #instapoetry  #writingcommunity  #spokenword  #poetryisnotdead  #igpoetsandwriters #readmore #readersofinstagram 
A half to seven, the world begins to cease. Actually, no. The time drags on and on. The words are never spoken in the gap of time that glares. The time unravels. The arms of the clock are steady. Precise to the end. The air slowly becoming colder each stroke of the arms. The sounds that are supposed to exist keep becoming inexistent. They are hating any who opposes them. The time passes, however. My arguments —the incessant talks about them, are like the little wind that dreams of destroying a mountain: futile. I continue to become a prisoner. All eyes are watching, paying attention to the movements of mine no matter how irrelevant they are to others. Yet, those silences are broken off midway to the rupture of my being. I steadily hold to what my magical contraption—that seemingly looks like a box—tells me to do. To be with it. To embrace it. To believe in its word. To type what I feel on its cold and cruel, dark surface. And… It makes my wish a reality. In the midst of that auditory existence that stretches out onto infinity, I know that I am saved now. Even though she was the one to blame for me being imprisoned here, Bell Motley reaches my hand. “Natasha,” said she. A gentle voice that chimes like a church bell on Sunday. I grab the hand. Thoughts of bewildered imagination blurt, yet in my mind only. I can only put a smile. Perhaps, the tale of Natasha Springer will not end so soon. Yes… Indeed, I want it to last until I can reach my goal. Of seeing my brother again. Of knowing why everything I see is filtered by mauve lenses. Of why… I come here.

This is my story.
A half to seven, the world begins to cease. Actually, no. The time drags on and on. The words are never spoken in the gap of time that glares. The time unravels. The arms of the clock are steady. Precise to the end. The air slowly becoming colder each stroke of the arms. The sounds that are supposed to exist keep becoming inexistent. They are hating any who opposes them. The time passes, however. My arguments —the incessant talks about them, are like the little wind that dreams of destroying a mountain: futile. I continue to become a prisoner. All eyes are watching, paying attention to the movements of mine no matter how irrelevant they are to others. Yet, those silences are broken off midway to the rupture of my being. I steadily hold to what my magical contraption—that seemingly looks like a box—tells me to do. To be with it. To embrace it. To believe in its word. To type what I feel on its cold and cruel, dark surface. And… It makes my wish a reality. In the midst of that auditory existence that stretches out onto infinity, I know that I am saved now. Even though she was the one to blame for me being imprisoned here, Bell Motley reaches my hand. “Natasha,” said she. A gentle voice that chimes like a church bell on Sunday. I grab the hand. Thoughts of bewildered imagination blurt, yet in my mind only. I can only put a smile. Perhaps, the tale of Natasha Springer will not end so soon. Yes… Indeed, I want it to last until I can reach my goal. Of seeing my brother again. Of knowing why everything I see is filtered by mauve lenses. Of why… I come here. This is my story.
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Beautifully used lines wrote as ugly lies in a letter.

Gorgeous flowers once vivid in color, living amongst each other died in the rain shower of hate and bitterness.

Spoke to release verbal energy to a candle.

Igniting it’s tip and spoke about my past relationships

Sentimental moments in a clouded room filled with broken trust and false promises collecting dust.

I have been a conservative existing being with chains on my neck, wrist and ankles.

My mind isn’t dead yet, but my body is already a prisoner of words. Words like my stomach acid without stomach mucus to protect me from being eaten alive by my own toxic verbal vocabulary.

It’s gets uglier as I write, just like this poem, pure ugliness written in creative ways. With no thought for anyone else to say it in my dismay. 
I bring the April showers to may as I bring May day to June as I leave my writings in a field filled with dirty secrets written in a plethora of books.

No, this has nothing to do with how I look, or how I feel, but it’s my reality I have to tell. 
Tales of Shakkan and His Best Friend moving in and out of the subconscious mind into the conscious mind as I am aware of my tolerance of what’s running around in my mind.

Jazz music plays in the background as I write this excessive poem to the girl who said she’ll always love me and never leave me to be alone with my own disease, but I screwed her over with my own words that left off my tongue and out from between my teeth. 
Know what happens when words come across the table like asking for butter to spread on my breakfast bread? You get the butter, but no knife to make the spread. 
That is how it felt to have love for a chick who left you alone in bed… -Shakkan Kan
Beautifully used lines wrote as ugly lies in a letter. Gorgeous flowers once vivid in color, living amongst each other died in the rain shower of hate and bitterness. Spoke to release verbal energy to a candle. Igniting it’s tip and spoke about my past relationships Sentimental moments in a clouded room filled with broken trust and false promises collecting dust. I have been a conservative existing being with chains on my neck, wrist and ankles. My mind isn’t dead yet, but my body is already a prisoner of words. Words like my stomach acid without stomach mucus to protect me from being eaten alive by my own toxic verbal vocabulary. It’s gets uglier as I write, just like this poem, pure ugliness written in creative ways. With no thought for anyone else to say it in my dismay. I bring the April showers to may as I bring May day to June as I leave my writings in a field filled with dirty secrets written in a plethora of books. No, this has nothing to do with how I look, or how I feel, but it’s my reality I have to tell. Tales of Shakkan and His Best Friend moving in and out of the subconscious mind into the conscious mind as I am aware of my tolerance of what’s running around in my mind. Jazz music plays in the background as I write this excessive poem to the girl who said she’ll always love me and never leave me to be alone with my own disease, but I screwed her over with my own words that left off my tongue and out from between my teeth. Know what happens when words come across the table like asking for butter to spread on my breakfast bread? You get the butter, but no knife to make the spread. That is how it felt to have love for a chick who left you alone in bed… -Shakkan Kan
My only words for her was for another chance/ 
She rejected my love/

I took as if she sinned/

My chances were reprehended/

Which imprisoned my love/ 
I spoke words in soft tones/

But to her ears they were not heard the same/

Sleep deprived/

Due to restless nights/

Because those restless nights/

bitter times/

I spent crying/

Crying notes onto sheet music/

Music I would play
When I had nothing else to say/

Twenty-fourteen/
My worse summer days came from out of my dreams/

I didn't expect to bleed from out my mind and drip all over my reality/

I said I will speak softly/

But pain continued to engulf me/

Two-Seventeen-fourteen/

Mid June I lost my precious Jewel/ 
To another man’s hand/ -Shakkan Kan
My only words for her was for another chance/ She rejected my love/ I took as if she sinned/ My chances were reprehended/ Which imprisoned my love/ I spoke words in soft tones/ But to her ears they were not heard the same/ Sleep deprived/ Due to restless nights/ Because those restless nights/ bitter times/ I spent crying/ Crying notes onto sheet music/ Music I would play When I had nothing else to say/ Twenty-fourteen/ My worse summer days came from out of my dreams/ I didn't expect to bleed from out my mind and drip all over my reality/ I said I will speak softly/ But pain continued to engulf me/ Two-Seventeen-fourteen/ Mid June I lost my precious Jewel/ To another man’s hand/ -Shakkan Kan
Flower garden, fresh open wounds, poetry, just words to make an individual swoon.

Eighth of shrooms, forgot why I was in this room.

Oh, wait, I remember, coming home to an empty house with one in the chamber.

Many secrets to release at the pull of the trigger.

It’s all silly to the outside,

but looking into the mirror has kept a brotha prisoner. -Shakkan Kan

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Flower garden, fresh open wounds, poetry, just words to make an individual swoon. Eighth of shrooms, forgot why I was in this room. Oh, wait, I remember, coming home to an empty house with one in the chamber. Many secrets to release at the pull of the trigger. It’s all silly to the outside, but looking into the mirror has kept a brotha prisoner. -Shakkan Kan #instapoem  #poetrycommunity  #instaquote  #inspirational  #lyrics  #words  #artist  #music  #artistoninstagram  #artistpost  #creative  #instacreative  #instalover  #poetsofig  #poetsofinstagram  #poetryisnotdead  #writerscommunity  #instapost  #creativewriting  #Photography  #instagramwritingcommunity  #writingcommunity  #writers  #poetry  #spilledthoughts  #spilledink  #spilledpoetry  #spilledwords  #Clevelandartist  #Cleveland 
Our lives has alot of surprises for us and maybe sometimes those things hurt us and break us. It's difficult to cope up at that time. Things are different and difficult but please remember that you have to take care of your body and your loved ones cause they are your shining stars.✨
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Our lives has alot of surprises for us and maybe sometimes those things hurt us and break us. It's difficult to cope up at that time. Things are different and difficult but please remember that you have to take care of your body and your loved ones cause they are your shining stars.✨ Double tap if you relate ♥️ Don't forget to follow for more such writings ♥️ . . . . Follow @sukhpreet____ on @mirakeeapp #writingcommunityofmirakee  #writer  #writersclub  #writingprompts  #writersofmirakee  #writersofmirakee  #writingspree  #writerscommunity  #writinghub  #instagramwriting  #instagramwritingcommunity  #instagrampoetry  #mirakeepoems  #instapoetryclub 
Off lately we've been reading Rupi Kaur's poems and it has such a strong impact on the person reading.
Those books are a series of chapters finding self-worth and self-love in the amidst of breakups and hardships.
We highly recommend reading those books.
Milk and honey 🍯
Sun and her flowers 🌻
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Off lately we've been reading Rupi Kaur's poems and it has such a strong impact on the person reading. Those books are a series of chapters finding self-worth and self-love in the amidst of breakups and hardships. We highly recommend reading those books. Milk and honey 🍯 Sun and her flowers 🌻 Double tap if you relate ♥️ Don't forget to follow for more such writings ♥️ . . . . Follow @sukhpreet____ on @mirakeeapp #writingcommunityofmirakee  #writer  #writersclub  #writingprompts  #writersofmirakee  #writersofmirakee  #writingspree  #writerscommunity  #writinghub  #instagramwriting  #instagramwritingcommunity  #instagrampoetry  #mirakeepoems  #instapoetryclub