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travelwithmestranger · 1 year

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For @sgreggwrites February Prompts Pic edit @travelwithmestranger . . #sgreggprompts #travelwithmestranger #poetryprompt #poetryprompts #writingprompts #creativewriting #writersofinsta #communityofpoets #poetrybooks #heartbreakpoetry #instapoets #buddingpoet #sadpost #sadpoems #poetryslams #poetryaccount #poetsandwriters #poetryandart #poetsandartists #wordtherapy #darkpoetry #darkpoetrysociety #foreverlove #lovequotesandsayings #spilledthoughts #missyouquotes #poetryforlovers #sadlovequotes #poeticreveries_ #newpoetspotlight (at Uttar Pradesh, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpLQHTnhv6b/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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pisceswordtherapy · 4 years

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There once lived a girl.

Her mind was the biggest puzzle in her life, the only one she couldn’t work out.

Her imagination was wild, uncontrollable.

Sometimes, she couldn’t tell wrong from right.

Her mind flooding with all of these unimaginable thoughts and she was just drowning.

She was often lost, only found in her own little world.

When she experienced new feelings and emotions, she always struggled to digest them.

She just didn’t know how.

Her past played a rather large role in her life. Probably more than she wanted to. Or even realised.

She always struggled when it came to making big decisions. She was never really good at them.

She was overly sensitive but also came across as a bit of a bitch.

She either loved or hated people, there was not really an in between for her.

Sometimes she could even be toxic.

Sometimes she even had toxic thoughts, thoughts she wanted gone forever.

But like I said, her imagination was uncontrollable.

#spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled writing #writer #Thoughts #wordporn #WordTherapy #deep #late night

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insearchofmycloud · 3 years

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Broken #insearchofmycloud #brokenheart #brokensoul #writtenword #therapy #wordtherapy #wordfortoday #wordoftheday #instawrites #escapism #escape https://www.instagram.com/p/CRBYRArFsYu/?utm_medium=tumblr

#insearchofmycloud #brokenheart #brokensoul #writtenword #therapy #wordtherapy #wordfortoday #wordoftheday #instawrites #escapism #escape

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alissierrr · 6 years

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Holding on can cause far more pain than letting go sometimes. #aguest #alissierrr #wordtherapy #writingdetox #letitgo #holdingon #lettinggo #wordstoliveby #qotd #typography #lovequotes #heartbroken #selflove #personalgrowth #youareworthit #iamenough

#letitgo #typography #youareworthit #aguest #holdingon #lettinggo #heartbroken #alissierrr #writingdetox #wordstoliveby #selflove #qotd #personalgrowth #wordtherapy #lovequotes #iamenough

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kaseyhillauthor · 6 years

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#GPRepost #reposter #regram_app @ragingrhetoric via @GPRepostApp for Android ------------------ #poem #poetry #instapoet #poetsofig #writersofig #instalove #poetryisnotdead #writing #lifestyle #poetic #spilledink #wordgasm #prose #instagood #writerscommunity #wordtherapy #ragingrhetoric #me #beautiful #stephaniebennetthenry #wordporn #poetictruthhurts #poeticfireball #poeticbixes #sharetherhetoric #life warriorvikingtribe #poetryoutsidethelines #inhalingwords #bixespoetry

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jennhope12-blog · 7 years

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Begin Again!

Begin again, A billion times if you must, Reinvent yourself, Learn to live in love with life, Grow to acknowledge, accept, In your abilities trust. Reach for the stars, Cliche, And yet what one should do, Your best version capable of anything, Begin again, Let go of the mistakes and recreate you! Jenn Hope(c)

#poetryofinstagram #poetry #poem #poetinthemaking #bpdwarrior #boldlybpd #wordrelease #wordtherapy

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cassiaflow · 6 years

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Aftermath

After you,

I am paranoia

And salmon dinners

Reaching out

while caving in

Both in love with the way

morning light paints

horizontal lines

on my body,

and seething of the way

it seeps through

cracks in the blinds

without invitation

.

After you,

I am a joystick

And first-person shooter

Pursed lips

And lockjaw

I am the wax

of the candle

that melted

too far from the flame

when the wick

burned out;

preserved

when I wanted

to change forms

.

After you,

I am sirens sounding

And no one coming to aid

Lines of topography

Taken at face value

I am every toxin

that permeates my pores,

ascends my nostrils,

and is released

into water reservoirs

I drink from daily

.

I am the sign

on the corner

you've revved your motor

and surpassed

or tapped your breaks onto

when my very existence

was solely asking you

to

STOP.

.

11/27/17 Poem by Cassy Brown

#poetress #aftermath #poetry #writtenword #sapiosexual #wordspill #wordtherapy #afteryou #poet #poets on tumblr

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wordsoncanvas · 7 years

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instagram.com/sbwordmuse

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slwords · 7 years

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#stephaniebennetthenry #slwriting #SBH #stephaniebennetthenryquotes #poetryofsl ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ facebook.com/PoetryofSL/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #poem #poetry #instapoet #poetsofig #writersofig #instalove #poetryisnotdead #writing #follow #poetic #spilledink #wordgasm #prose #instagood #writerscommunity #wordtherapy #me #wordporn #sharetherhetoric

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aquariusinarizona · 7 years

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word throw-up in a poem

obsessed

I suppress this type of energy

& not many will understand the synergy

that derives

from me & my mind at this time

Could you say that I’m addicted?

my thoughts make attempts to escape

only to feel constricted

doubts running through my brain keep me

afflicted

I should know better than to make a home

out of a human

but preoccupying the thought of it

keeps me lifted

I don’t write poems… but this seemed like the best way to sum up how I’ve felt as of lately. Might add on to it. Have you ever felt this way? Hit the ‘inquire within’ box & lemme know a time or two on how this felt for you! Appreciate you for reading regardless <3

Best,

-JME

#poetry #poets on tumblr #poetic #obsessed #obsession #crazy #ocd #poem #mypoem #short poem #short poetry #brainfart #wordtherapy #wordthrowup #mumbo jumbo #hooplah #hoopla #muse #boys #girls

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pisceswordtherapy · 4 years

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No one tells you about teenage-hood. No one prepares you for the heartache, the pain, the ups and downs, the hurdles, the thunder, or the rainy days. It’s not easy. It’s crazy how much changes once you become an adult. The number of different ongoing issues. All the thoughts wrapped around the brain. All the misspoken words. The silence.

No one prepares you for any of it.

It’s a life of its own.

When you become an adult, after high school, everything starts to change. University is like a new world of its own that takes getting used to, and most importantly, it is not for everyone. Then there is balancing studies and work because you have to be responsible for your own expenses now. Then there is balancing work, uni, and your social life. But graduating high school comes with a lot of lost friendships that again, no one prepares you for. Then you have to make friends at uni. But it’s so much harder than I can explain. It almost makes you miss being in high school. You start to feel lonely, there is pain and heartache. Nights filled with sad tunes and wet pillowcases. Then you feel stressed because adjusting to uni is not simple and work can get too much sometimes and you want more free time to do what makes you happy and spend time with family but you almost don’t have enough hours in a day to make time for everything. Then you become tired because you spend your nights resting and your mornings studying. Then there is relationships. Somehow, amongst everything else that is going on, you have to make time for the one you love, because you miss them too much and they make you happy. But that’s not always the case. And when they fail to make you happy, it all just gets a bit too much. Then everything starts to hit you at once. And you just can’t do it anymore. You feel like you’re suffocating. There is expectations from you, your parents want you to do the best that you can and one way or another, they will always have an opinion. One day they will be proud and the next they might be disappointed.

Whenever you speak to a family member, they will without a doubt question you about your education. And it will often start by what do you want to become or what is your plan for the future and most of us won’t have the answer to that question because we’re not quite sure what it is that we want to do yet. And it’s not easy to figure it out because there is so many options and everyone has their opinion on what they see you as and you’re not even sure if you’re enjoying what you’re studying and all of a sudden, you feel like your life is a mess without any purpose.

When you’re not at work or at uni, there is plenty of other stuff to take care of. Like laundry, taking your car to a service, shopping, cooking, cleaning and all the other normal day activities.

Every single day you have to wake up and be strong. You have to go to uni and meet new people and work in groups and do assignments you’re not really sure how to do and spend hours with people you may not even know, or like, and your friends will probably be busy so you’ll most likely end up eating lunch alone, quickly, in a corner just so you can get back to studying.

It’s not easy being a teenager or a young adult. Over one night you go from being in high school and completely dependent on your parents to having to pay taxes and submitting your own assignments because no one chases after you anymore. So many days I wake up and it just feels like it’s too much. I feel lonely and alone. I feel exhausted. I feel lost. I feel stupid. I feel out of place. I feel unloved. I feel like there is no way my shoulders can carry the weight of all this pressure and stress and expectations. But there is nothing I can do except keep working hard and believe that it’ll all be okay in the end.

#spilled ink #spilled emotions #writer #student #teenage life #university life #hardship #adult life #love #friendships #hurdles #late night #poetry #wordporn #WordTherapy

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drrbdilley · 5 years

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Looking for a way to develop mindfulness while in treatment for Breast Cancer. Check this book out on Amazon. . . .#breastcancer #breastcancersurvivor #breastcancerawareness #breastcancercare #breastcancersucks #breastcancerfighter #spiritualawakening #mindfulness #mindful #wordtherapy https://www.instagram.com/p/BzwSaDAAxPa/?igshid=fchm2a8lmfnd

#breastcancer #breastcancersurvivor #breastcancerawareness #breastcancercare #breastcancersucks #breastcancerfighter #spiritualawakening #mindfulness #mindful #wordtherapy

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word-it-out · 7 years

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Pursuit of Happiness 🔂

As she lay there wide awake, she realized the pursuit may never end. She was doomed to be up and down forever, constantly chasing the light at the end of the tunnel. Isn’t everyone? Not the way she does. Not with the spirit she does. Not with the heart and honesty that she carries when she runs down the endless tunnel. She was different. Blessed and cursed to feel everything so deeply. Her soul was strong. Even in the moments of madness, she wouldn’t give up on the chase. She’d pick up the pace with a grin on her face, and a song in her heart.

As she lay there wide awake, thoughts racing, she listened to the words of the song she once more, felt compelled to play. She knew it well by now. She thought about the idea of chasing light. That made it feel bigger, because it was; the chase was more important than most people thought, yet some manage to pay it no mind. As she lay there wide awake, she wondered how many were actually on the pursuit of happiness like her…how many people were just as seriously chasing that true happiness that’s so hard to attain and even harder to keep? It’s about as hard as racing the speed of light.

She lay there wide awake, listening to those same words, again and again. It was a comfort song. It was as if she felt as long as the song kept playing, as long as the song never had to come to an end, she would be ok. With the song on endless loop she was able to slip away. Her dreamworld was accessible again, and as she sneaked away from her present reality, she knew she’d be back to continue the pursuit tomorrow. She was okay with that.

Then she was gone, into the night.

🔁

#wordtherapy #worditout #writers #writeblr #insomnia #creativehour

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alfapoet · 7 years

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Thank you @ragingrhetoric #Repost @ragingrhetoric with @repostapp ・・・ #alfa @alfa.poet #poem #poetry #instapoet #poetsofig #writersofig #potd #instalove #poetryisnotdead #followme #writing #lifestyle #poetic #spilledink #wordgasm #love #prose #instagood #writerscommunity #wordtherapy #ragingrhetoric #me #stephaniebennetthenry #wordporn #poetictruthhurts #beautiful #poeticfireball #warriorvikingtribe #poetryoutsidethelines (at Versailles, Kentucky)

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jennhope12-blog · 7 years

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Words!

Chaotic crying constantly,

Immature impulsivity,

Pen to paper my release,

Passive paragraphs,

Creative cursive,

Eases internal pain that won’t cease.

Addicted to agresssion,

Reflection rejected,

Truthful story telling helps heal,

Sharing sorrowful secrets,

Positive projection,

Words give me the strength to express how I honestly feel.

Jenn Hope(c)

#poetryofinstagram #poetrycommunity #writingtherapy #writinghelps #wordtherapy #boldlybpd #bpdfighter

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meineveyway-blog · 4 years

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From the instant I knew her, she was different. I hadn't even seen her face, yet I was beyond mesmerized. This women had captivated me in every way and I didn't understand why? Our conversations ran endlessly. We were simply nsync. When we first spoke, I didn't even feel time run. I could speak to her about anything. Every word she spoke made laugh, burned a fueling desire to learn more of her. I couldn’t help but be filled with euphoric happiness. I was falling in love & I had no clue. 5 years later, & if it’s even possible, I think I may even love her more than each previous day. There seems to be no limit as to how far it grows...but im left with a crippling pain that leaves me paralyzed every second the world stops spinning as I remember she’s no longer mine. The only thing stronger than what I feel for her, is the brutal reality of her absence. Even more when it’s charged by remorseful bitter regret. I miss her touch. Her fingertips running softly across my skin, Her lips pressing against my neck. I miss her. I should’ve held tighter. Fought stronger. I should have loved her.

#2015

#brokenheart poems words poetry wordsheal wordtherapy bleedink bpd

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