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learningto-write · 11 months

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it can't quite explain this feeling

I've heard so much about mending broken hearts, with time, with love, with the right person

but I never hear about the hearts that are so shattered they can never fit back together

I never hear about the hearts that have been betrayed and tormented countless times

I never hear about how guarded and closed off our hearts become, and how truly nothing feels as though it can break through

I never hear about how deep, whirl wind, soul tied love feels impossible - is my heart even capable anymore ?

I never hear, about hearts like mine

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elycwinters · 2 years

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Ojos de Angel / Angel Eyes

Le dicen Ojos de Angel, ya que todos juran que pueden ver la eternidad en ellos. Esa verdad oculta, cubierta de misterios.

Otros juran que han visto a Dios reflejado dentro. Que en vez de verse a si mismos encuentran el significado de la vida.

Le dicen Ojos de Angel, pero nunca nadie le ha preguntado de que forma los llamaría, ya que si les diera nombre, Ojos de Fe serían.

They call him Angel Eyes, for everyone swears they can see eternity in them. That hidden truth, covered by mystery.

Others swear they've seen God reflected inside. That instead of seeing themselves they find the meaning of life.

They call him Angel Eyes, but no one has asked him how he would call them, for if he were to name them they would be named Eyes of Faith.

- Ely C. Winters.

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writtenconsiderations · 2 years

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Writtenconsiderations prompt #51

February 2022

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Driving into the early morning stars.

Or

Wasting gaslights and lightning flashes.

Message @imperiallefty for questions, comments or concerns.

Have fun. Be kind. Step outside your comfort zone.

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kidgillis · 3 years

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I no longer ask myself why. I refuse to question things further. What we allow to slip through the shadows as humans was supposed to be to some degree. It'll strengthen me, before it'll ever kill me. I know things have changed and we've became who we've become. We turned into the people our parents warned us about. The ones they swore we should've avoided. But, I'm learning how to navigate this life without regretting a thing. Because, how else would I learn freedom of choice without making a few mistakes in the darkness. We know what we're supposed to do but, the freedom to do as we please causes us to falter. The people they warned us about were mere imperfect humans trying to survive life, just like us. So, what are we so afraid of? The uncertainty of life or the disappointment of knowing? The rarity of living or the security of simply surviving? I don't want to die here - unfulfilled and lulled to sleep by my downfalls. I'd rather live here - fulfilled by my passions and dreams while finding a new way to make it. So, like I said...I'm no longer questioning...just doing as much as possible.

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followcb · 3 years

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High on Colors

green is the gold of memories

fields and meadows of . . .

lavender daydreams

delight, enchant, elevate

my senses and my spirit

me . . . a daydreamer, daydreaming . . .

in infinite hues of blue . . .

escaping into facets of nature

dissipating into passing cantaloupe clouds

drifter, dreamer, poet

sky pilot high on colors

©️ Image & Poem @followcb

Stoney Creek, Branford, CT

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trans-writes · 3 years

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it’s important to remember what we allow to slip through the shadows is always hard to retrieve for me it was my anger i let it go when i was young anger lived in the holes in the walls, in the words in the air, in my father’s eyes i did not want anger to live in me, too but as i grew older, it was not there when I needed it a classmate pushed me on the playground and i wondered what i’d done my brother called me names and i sighed and shut my mouth my grandmother judged and criticized and i reshaped myself like clay around the snide remarks no one ever told me that anger could be more than yelling through the night and not talking in the morning or holes in the walls and leverage, leverage, leverage no one ever told me it could help be careful of throwing things away before you learn their value --r.a.b. @writtenconsiderations

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mleighsquickspot · 3 years

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Allowed to Slip Through

What do you allow to slip through your shadows...

Is there room for the light of a new day that can chase away your shades

Can you begin to see light at the end of every tunnel and around each corner

With this do your shadows then begin to simply slide further away into the recesses of your heart and mind, leaving you room to put on a good face until the night returns

In the light of day do your shadows plot to keep you awake in the night reminding you of all your faults as they dance in the darkness of your now lightless being...

Allow in the light, so much light that it leaves the shadows and shades of your life nowhere to reside

Make them flee from you in such away that they can only return as a passing thought that is quickly whisked away without any concern of their existence

What do you allow to slip through your shadows, there is nothing allowed to pass them by but the light you hold that makes them run away if you want them to...

@writtenconsiderations

Image: Google.com/ slip through the shadows pics

Let me know what you think and pass the thought along my friends.

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wildwordspoetry · 3 years

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everyone wants to chase the sun

but I want to catch the moon

and when I do

I'd bring it right back home

to you

~you are the moon of my life

8.16.21

#poetry #moon #love #sun #nature #earth #solar system #poem #poetic #spilled ink #Thoughts #writtenconsiderprompts

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malakkc-poetry · 3 years

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Winter Wonders

Winter has finally set in!!!!

Snow covers the grounds, while you fall in.

Next day, ice sets in!

It crunches under your heals, as you're thrown in

The icy weather that blankets the ground to win.

The icy wonderland whites and crystals reign

As we tobogan, having fun, again.

And as always, on your way home, you watch the plane

Flying passengers to the warmth of the sun.

My heart says: 'Never again!'

'Shall I pass this road without the wonder

Of flight and drizzle following my thunder.

I reach for its boisterous boom, all aflutter,

Hoping that with each step i learn about myself and the other.

The best knowledge to impart is to always be kinder.

Kind towards others,

Loving to family,

Respectful to colleagues and strangers,

Honest with yourself, fully

Understanding yourself and the need for your piety.

#malak chehab #originalwork #writerscreed*#writtenconsiderprompts #winter wonders #enjoy life #learn about yourself

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fractionsinseconds · 3 years

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and it never let me go.

Writing prompt: “What we allow to slip through the shadows” from @writtenconsiderations

AO3 ver.

You took from me the very essence of what I am, destroying what I was and leaving me to wonder what I will be.

As I floated on my lonesome, allowing the sound of endless shatters to engrave itself into the cold emptiness of my heart, I began to wonder: what was it all for? Is this all that love is? Is this where I'm meant to be?

The fragments of these thoughts alone carried me through each day, my mind wondering where it all went wrong and what could possibly be gained from it. I thought I was alone, for what else was I supposed to think? What else was I supposed to feel?

So, I listened to the sadness within my heart and began wandering the endless expanse of stars without caring if they caved within themselves into blackened holes, sucking up everything within its vicinity; leaving nothing within its wake. I was nothing but a stray set adrift, a forgotten set of shattered glass no one bothered to pluck from the galaxy among them.

Yet, when I thought there was nothing left of me, a comet flew in my direction and took me by the hand. In that moment, there was electricity and all I saw was the prismatic colors of the worlds passing me by and the soft twinkle of the other stars that have been crying out for me to hold on.

The universe, in all its splendor, had sent me its brightest to pull me from the shadows.

So allowed to slip through the shadows the blossom of hope that remained and allowed myself to bask in the fragrance of what could be love. We traveled the nebulas in a fractured path without care; passing through clusters of beautifully lit remnants of celestial bodies that, although apart, remained bold and strong amidst the darkness. It was then I was reminded of what love was.

I found it when it found me, in the palm of its hands.

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rhymingtherapy · 4 years

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All flowers share

the presumption

of beauty

despite their thorns,

assembled

in tender buds

that open outwards

towards the sun,

they flourish as a

tribute to viridity,

shining a light

around the world

with their beauty,

because that’s what

flowers do—

blossom

then wane,

a consequence

of the serendipitous

myth of Spring,

the eternal promise

that all things lost

or decayed,

will one day

be known again.

.

RhymingTherapy — February 2020 (my photo) inspired by @writtenconsiderations

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elycwinters · 3 years

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Through the Shadows

What we allow to slip through the shadows is:

The fears that lurk in the corner of our minds, just there, hiding in the daylight they come, full force as soon as shadows fall.

The demons that wait in order to bring you down as soon as you lower your guard, those angry monsters that rejoice in your pain.

On the other side: Hope, one that makes you fight the demons and fears, it whispers that you’re strong enough to face whatever comes your way.

There is something too: Love, A sort of love you didn’t look for, fierce and passionate that takes our breath away making you surrender without question giving your heart a reason to go on.

- Ely C. Winters

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writtenconsiderations · 2 years

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Writtenconsider Prompt 3/6/22

"Devils and the dirt path"

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kidgillis · 3 years

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I haven't written traditional writing with structure in forever. So, here's my attempt to do so. Please critique me, I think I did this wrong. Still learning how to truly write other type of poetry structures outside of mental dumps and free write...cheers to @writtenconsiderations for a great writing prompt!

[Objective: Nature & Love | Required Words: Rust, leaf, dim, fall, crept | Aim: Traditions 5/7/5 Haiku]

Dim, I fall like leaf

Fall, I rust for a reason

Unknown, love crept in

Dim, love crept in

Fall, I rust for a reason

Daydreaming on leaf

Fall often, leaf me, dim

for a reason uncertain

Seasons crept in bliss

Seasons crept in, fall

Dim, I rust for reasons,

becoming leaf, again

Creation birthed

Dim people, rust like fall leaf,

Sin crept in with them

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followcb · 3 years

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A Time Capsule

time, cuts through bone

erodes hardest stone

etching fragments of history

two rivers toward awaiting

sea rush, roar, surge . . .

through misty mountaintop mysteries

forming chapters

forging flowery valleys

along the way

flooding our entire plane

. . . of existence, of persistent

tidal eddies to white-water rapids

upstream, downstream

we flow, we fight, we resist,

we let go, move ahead . . .

continue on our journey

to the ocean

great depths of spirit

prophetic, poetic

every moment

futurized in a time capsule

captured for eternity

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maroonediary · 4 years

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Despite the night sweats,

my body, involuntarily starts

moving, rather clumsily, to

the tunes of Imagine Dragons,

as if inviting the devils,

who had spent their midnight hours

chasing me, to jump

ropes with me, this morning.

Telling them that, though

they have me by the neck

most of the times, on some days, I

can still wriggle

out of their clutches,

unfettered and undaunted.

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