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November 17, 2018
 

"Live free or die."

Speaking as someone who is still learning to recover from the cages of mental and emotional resistance, I cannot agree more.

Death comes in many forms: giving up, betrayal, shortchanging standards, losing self-esteem, normalizing abuse and so many more.

Be true to yourself and realise your needs.

If you are in a dark place, just know that I am too. Everyone has this struggle. Begin inside yourself. With a strong self in tact, it will turn out to be the one and only thing you need to fall back on to.

I should know. Until reality sinked its claws, I was once that strong warrior.

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LIVE FREE OR DIE
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November 15, 2018
 

This is my letter to the void-
My call, a solitary shout.

To every loved memory of the past. Nostalgia this letter belongs to you.

This letter belongs to every past frame of myself- every smile, every tear, every peaceful and stormy day, for each daydream and hopeful “what if..?”

I want to say thank you. Our time together has been beautiful, but I am letting you go.
You left me long ago, and I have ached for you for far too long. I reached back to you and found nothing there to hold me close.
I have finally realized that I cannot live for you and thrive anymore.

As I sit out on this cool, clear night looking into a Star-starved sky, I realize that I want so much more. I want to wander al...

INTO THE GALAXY
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November 15, 2018
 

Vice or virtue:

I love to live inside of my own head- to daydream and hope for tomorrow.
Is this vice or virtue?

I look at people and find qualities to love- and in the loving, I alone fall and fall easily.
Is this vice or virtue?

I love without end; without encouragement; without requite. In my head I paint simple dreams of holding hands and dancing - even though nothing of the sort has ever happened to me.

So tell me, is this vice or virtue?

SLAPPIN' THE BASE
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November 15, 2018
 

I am a runaway train
Set in my tracks
Charging endlessly
Towards destruction

You
A railroad switch
With one action
Change my course
Completely

MOMENT IN THE SUN
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November 14, 2018
 

Upon the horizon rides destiny.

I waited with bated breath for the sliver lining. But everything is black and red and golden. The sky cries and bleeds with every color but the icy silver of destiny.

SUNEST MARVEL
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November 14, 2018
 

What is Hope?

Emily Dickinson called it a thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the song without words.
While many artists paint this quote with birds, I don’t see it as something so fragile.
In my mind, Hope is different.
Hope is a strong, tall, beastly, battle hardened angel that sits in a corner of the heart folding paper swans.
He is a guardian. He smiles quietly, wordlessly.
Whenever he walks, things change. He valiantly fights off sadness, and is a good partner to The Will.

He nudges softly in quiet moments. He whispers like the breeze, and is stronger than the whirlwind.

Hope makes the discouraged try again.

Hope is there when the broken-hearted start listening ...

SLAPPIN' THE BASE
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November 14, 2018
Canton, United States

On a crisp clear night the lost boy asked whether to surrender or fight.

He sat in silence waiting for a voice, to invite someone above to signal a choice.

No words could stir his heart
No sound would break his stare

His heart raced, his eyes glimmered, and at the deepest chill of the darkest moment he felt the warmth of a mother’s touch.   He was warmed all over again.

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November 14, 2018
 

Perhaps the people who break the most often are those believe the 3 AM calls.

             You love her. You know you do, but you kid yourself otherwise, because the answer you seek scares you. Other people can see it, heck they even talk about it,but you brush them off. It used to irritate you, this constant banter, but these days you just smile, knowing that perhaps there is a semblance of truth to it. You fall for her. Every moment you share now seems special, the stares get longer, the jokes funnier and her hand, which you have held and have been held by countless times, is something you long for every moment.
    
            Then one night, amongst the guilty confessions and whispe...

ORIGINAL
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November 13, 2018
 

Hidden no more,
It’s all out there to be seen.
Every glimpse of hope,
Every internal struggle,
Every doubt and fear.
I hide them no more
They do not control me.

I control them.

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FORTIFIED
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November 12, 2018
 

Dear you,
Yes, you beautiful soul. I am not sure how did I get here. I don't know if I even asked for you, but since the universe brought you into my life, after so much pain and so many obstacles and tests I feel like I have started living again. I might have called your name in one of my dreams, in my subconsciousness. I didn't know what I needed, I didn't know if I even needed anything, or what it would be that would fulfill my heart with such joy and motivation, but in some way, you came and did the simplest of things, as you once wrote: "I exist".

Your existence fuels me to want to be better, to want to keep on pushing harder even when my lazy ways want to take over and make me feel...

ORIGINAL
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November 12, 2018
 


     I cast my wishes
     On faraway stars
     Wanting only
     Brighter futures
     For my children
     But my hope
     Begins to unravel
     As obstacles
     Block their paths
     With no way
     Over or around
     And the cold truth is
     If they dig too deep
     I'm pretty sure
     All hell
     Will rise up to meet them.    JD




*Obstacles*
#BrighterFutures #NovemberContest
#FarawayStars #PennyForNovemberThoughts
#unravel #November18WEchallenge
#ColdTruth #NovemberFalls #PoetryChallenge

STARS
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November 12, 2018
Mealhada, Portugal

E passas sorrateiro pelas nuvens, sem levantar poeira, nem que seja a estelar. E passas sorrateiro, e continuas a passar, com as turbinas elegantes e esvoaçantes que fazem das nuvens algodão doce e terra firme mas fofa de se andar. E passas entre as nuvens, não lhes destróis as figuras criadas por elas, pela nossa imaginação. Hoje passaste como que uma pena. E nós sentimo-nos como uma pena, ali, não entre as estrelas mas entre as nuvens que são feitas de sonhos de sonhar, e pelos vistos também sabem a algodão doce... doces e suaves... desfazem-se no ar, desfazem-se na boca... e passa, sorrateiramente para não as desfazer...
Vanessa Cardui

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ORIGINAL
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September 28, 2018
Austin, United States



If that someone really is there on the other side of the world.

Tell him, to stop waiting.

I can no longer see myself next to him.


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THE KISS
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November 9, 2018
 

   With each new sunrise
There's hope in starting over.
    Hold tight to that grace.

                     JD

*Hope* part ii
#StartingOver #NovFields #WritingPrompts
Background image courtesy of @tonydiamond6239 on Instagram

SUN
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November 6, 2018
 

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"Back foot : A poem"
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Lets go forward,
Lets not bother,
We are not coward,
But just on a back foot.

Lets try harder,
Lets try smarter,
We are not lazy,
But just on a back foot.

Lets jump the gap,
Lets cheer and clap,
We are reaching there,
It's just a back foot.

It isn't compulsory,
But it is necessary,
For a better push,
We need a back foot.

Just make it sure enough,
you don't slip anymore because,
If pushed and jumped hard,

you'll say

"I've scored a goal".



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WON'T STOP
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November 5, 2018
 

Hope - believing it

     won't take a million sutures

           to stitch broken hearts.

JD



*Hope*
#hope #MaesNov18
#MillionSutures #NovemberContest

FOLLOW YOUR HEART
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November 4, 2018
 

Most Precious Moments of life ❤️😘

Meri haseen kayenaat ka farishta haan tu hi tha....
Meri khushi meri chahto ka rasta haan tu hi thaa....
Mere gumo me wo sukoon ka gulistaan haan tu hi thaa....
Meri khushi meri chahto ka rasta haan sirf tu hi tha... ❤️

Bin tere jeena naamumkin hua...
Laut aaye tu rabse hai ye dua....
Tujko zaraa bhool pana mushkil bada dil ne jana...
gum saha jaye na .. u jiya jaye naa...
Meri haseen kayenaat ka farishta haan tu hi tha....

Meri khushi meri chahto ka rasta haan tu hi thaa....
Mere gumo me wo sukoon ka gulistaan haan tu hi thaa....
Meri khushi meri chahto ka rasta haan sirf tu hi tha...

❤️ love never dies ever you are together or seperate..... stay blesse...

My Heart
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November 3, 2018
 

A real Love story.....

One day a boy was using facebook and he was trying to find out someone who was totally unknow for him even he didn't know her name the only thing he knew about her was her name of school and class.
He tried alot and suddenly one day he just found her on facebook and he was soo happy. The boy messaged her but she didn't reply. He was just trying to talk to her but she was not even responding because he was stranger for her, then the boy finally expressed his feeling in the last and final message from his side..... read what he wrote ....

" Hey beautiful girl, i just saw you once outside your school and i am searching you from that day like a crazy, i was just watching ...

A MAN WHO CAN DANCE
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November 2, 2018
 

I want you today, tomorrow , next week and for the rest of my life... ❤️

🌹 Will you be my wife ?😋😋

Hehe 😋

MY PRINCE
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October 30, 2018
 

Time.
Such a valuable measure. Or is it?
What do we think when we think of time? Just a value? A number of our life mass? A period of action that either we see happen in front of us, or that we act upon? What is it really? Is it even?

So many questions about time, so many answers too. So not enough, to give a definite meaning, explanation. Eventually, we can't know what time is, because each of us, measures it through our selves. And what ourselves means to us doesn't mean the same to others.

Time that we lose when we don't talk to that one person, time that we lose when we think about someone we can't have, time that we lose when we think "it can wait", time that we lose when we say "i hav...

INK WOMAN
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