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Pick up your new brush,⠀
and paint your canvas from left to right⠀
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From BRIGHT CANVAS by #LilyInTheWildField
Your canvas is empty, completely white⠀ Pick up your new brush,⠀ and paint your canvas from left to right⠀ ⠀ From BRIGHT CANVAS by #LilyInTheWildField 
Woorden reizen
Van generatie op generatie

Woorden reizen
Van cultuur naar cultuur

Woorden reizen
Van hart naar hart
Woorden reizen Van generatie op generatie Woorden reizen Van cultuur naar cultuur Woorden reizen Van hart naar hart
Ondertussen werk ik hard aan mijn tweede bundel. Allemaal gedichten in mijn moedertaal. Yayy!! #THUIS
Ondertussen werk ik hard aan mijn tweede bundel. Allemaal gedichten in mijn moedertaal. Yayy!! #THUIS 
Your love guides me home when I’m lost⠀
It’s where I find belonging, and trust⠀
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From YOUR LOVE by #LilyInTheWildField
Your love guides me home when I’m lost⠀ It’s where I find belonging, and trust⠀ ⠀ From YOUR LOVE by #LilyInTheWildField 
193/365 // red lipstick // #365daysofpoetry 
once, in a death camp,
where people had become 
hollow shells, nothing more
than the blue number inked
on skin, and waiting 
for their turn to die,
a mistaken delivery of lipstick 
instead of bread
ignited hope
as a smear of red
on wasted women's lips
reawakened their humanity 
one night, after a hasty meal
a smear of red,
on lintel and doorpost 
brought the hope of deliverance 
to the houses of slaves

once on a hill, 
a smear of red,
from thorn-pierced brow
and whip-lashed limbs
outstretched in agony,
brought the hope of redemption,
and the dam of grace
broke open upon the sons of men

in a crowd,
a gift given, 
a smear of red,
and hope is shared
like bread to feed
a hungry soul -
you are not forgtten. +++ #chantelslanguage #hopewalksin #fullhands #redlipsticks #tmnght #elevate
193/365 // red lipstick // #365daysofpoetry  once, in a death camp, where people had become hollow shells, nothing more than the blue number inked on skin, and waiting for their turn to die, a mistaken delivery of lipstick instead of bread ignited hope as a smear of red on wasted women's lips reawakened their humanity one night, after a hasty meal a smear of red, on lintel and doorpost brought the hope of deliverance to the houses of slaves once on a hill, a smear of red, from thorn-pierced brow and whip-lashed limbs outstretched in agony, brought the hope of redemption, and the dam of grace broke open upon the sons of men in a crowd, a gift given, a smear of red, and hope is shared like bread to feed a hungry soul - you are not forgtten. +++ #chantelslanguage  #hopewalksin  #fullhands  #redlipsticks  #tmnght  #elevate 
Al bijna 100 exemplaren verkocht van mijn gedichtenboek #LilyInTheWildField. Zo onwijs blij en vereerd!! Daar zitten ook een aantal exemplaren bij die ik heb weggegeven. Het hele doel van mijn boek is namelijk om de boodschap van hoop met de wereld te delen. Waar je ook doorheen gaat, er is hoop. Hoop geeft kracht om door te zetten als het buiten stormt (of sneeuwt). Dus soms geef ik een boek cadeau, een bundeltje hoop, zeg maar. Wil je een boek kopen? Check marinadehaan.nl/lily of link in bio!
Al bijna 100 exemplaren verkocht van mijn gedichtenboek #LilyInTheWildField . Zo onwijs blij en vereerd!! Daar zitten ook een aantal exemplaren bij die ik heb weggegeven. Het hele doel van mijn boek is namelijk om de boodschap van hoop met de wereld te delen. Waar je ook doorheen gaat, er is hoop. Hoop geeft kracht om door te zetten als het buiten stormt (of sneeuwt). Dus soms geef ik een boek cadeau, een bundeltje hoop, zeg maar. Wil je een boek kopen? Check marinadehaan.nl/lily of link in bio!
Your canvas is empty, completely white⠀
Pick up your new brush,⠀
and paint your canvas from left to right⠀
⠀
From BRIGHT CANVAS by #LilyInTheWildField
Your canvas is empty, completely white⠀ Pick up your new brush,⠀ and paint your canvas from left to right⠀ ⠀ From BRIGHT CANVAS by #LilyInTheWildField 
I am
Drunk 
I grinded on your ass till I did not give a fuck 
I felt so wild and free 
Thank you for letting me be me
We walked and walked until we got to our destination 
Thank you for letting me be your dicks salvation 
All I wanted was to grind my ass on your booty 
You gave me life 
You gave me duty 
I may be drunk but I feel alive 
Bless up lord 
To drink is not is to die. 
#365daysofpoetry #poems #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #towriteornottowritethatisthequestion #drunk #missingfil
I am Drunk I grinded on your ass till I did not give a fuck I felt so wild and free Thank you for letting me be me We walked and walked until we got to our destination Thank you for letting me be your dicks salvation All I wanted was to grind my ass on your booty You gave me life You gave me duty I may be drunk but I feel alive Bless up lord To drink is not is to die. #365daysofpoetry  #poems  #poetrycommunity  #poetsofinstagram  #towriteornottowritethatisthequestion  #drunk  #missingfil 
Someday I'll build a permanent home, which is enough to fit my heart in ❤

#poetry #poet #poetess #poems #poem #home #life #love #live #protect #ease #patience #365daysofpoetry #writer #writerofig #writersofinstagram
Ondertussen werk ik hard aan mijn tweede bundel. Allemaal gedichten in mijn moedertaal. Yayy!! #THUIS
Ondertussen werk ik hard aan mijn tweede bundel. Allemaal gedichten in mijn moedertaal. Yayy!! #THUIS 
Snow falls down 
I’m all alone
Finished my last assignment 
I have a cigarette and drink tea 
Breathe in breathe out 
Freedom 
I start to get my application ready to start my next adventure 
Psychotherapy 
BSW MSW Registered Psychotherapist 
Work so hard for these little letters 
These little credentials that mean so much and so little 
Loved ones are out on dates 
Out enjoying the beauty in the snow 
Off starring out at some beautiful creature who feels the same about them 
It hurts to feel so love deprived 
I question working out and getting back in the dating game but I’m so fearful of rejection 
Who will love this big nosed, stretch marked, sausage armed, crazy girl? 
She thinks about her best friends brother who says he thinks about her every night. 
Dreaming of them. 
Of her. 
She remembers this morning in the dressing room, feeling beautiful. 
Feeling deserving. 
She’s gotten used to the solitude, to the isolation.
To not having another. 
She could easily text the hot Serbian man and ask for a date. 
But she doesn’t feel good enough for this creature.
She wants to. 
She used to feeling like she could conquer the dating world. 
Now she feels inadequate in some way. 
The last years trauma goes to her head.
Now off lithium. 
No longer feeling dead. 
Tomorrow she goes out with friends, then the holiday festivities begin. 
Look forward to the sun young one, your story is no where near done.
Black hole sun. 
Won’t you come and wash away the rain. 
She forgets what it feels like to no longer be alone. 
#365daysofpoetry #poemaday #poemsalltheway #poetrycommunity #poetryporn #poetryaddict #writingcommunity #anonymouswriter #anonymouspoet #healingwords #lithiumfree #lithium #edrecovery #mad #madness #psychotherapist #socialworker #studentoflife #pushthruthepain
Snow falls down I’m all alone Finished my last assignment I have a cigarette and drink tea Breathe in breathe out Freedom I start to get my application ready to start my next adventure Psychotherapy BSW MSW Registered Psychotherapist Work so hard for these little letters These little credentials that mean so much and so little Loved ones are out on dates Out enjoying the beauty in the snow Off starring out at some beautiful creature who feels the same about them It hurts to feel so love deprived I question working out and getting back in the dating game but I’m so fearful of rejection Who will love this big nosed, stretch marked, sausage armed, crazy girl? She thinks about her best friends brother who says he thinks about her every night. Dreaming of them. Of her. She remembers this morning in the dressing room, feeling beautiful. Feeling deserving. She’s gotten used to the solitude, to the isolation. To not having another. She could easily text the hot Serbian man and ask for a date. But she doesn’t feel good enough for this creature. She wants to. She used to feeling like she could conquer the dating world. Now she feels inadequate in some way. The last years trauma goes to her head. Now off lithium. No longer feeling dead. Tomorrow she goes out with friends, then the holiday festivities begin. Look forward to the sun young one, your story is no where near done. Black hole sun. Won’t you come and wash away the rain. She forgets what it feels like to no longer be alone. #365daysofpoetry  #poemaday  #poemsalltheway  #poetrycommunity  #poetryporn  #poetryaddict  #writingcommunity  #anonymouswriter  #anonymouspoet  #healingwords  #lithiumfree  #lithium  #edrecovery  #mad  #madness  #psychotherapist  #socialworker  #studentoflife  #pushthruthepain 
Al bijna 100 exemplaren verkocht van mijn gedichtenboek #LilyInTheWildField. Zo onwijs blij en vereerd!! Daar zitten ook een aantal exemplaren bij die ik heb weggegeven. Het hele doel van mijn boek is namelijk om de boodschap van hoop met de wereld te delen. Waar je ook doorheen gaat, er is hoop. Hoop geeft kracht om door te zetten als het buiten stormt (of sneeuwt). Dus soms geef ik een boek cadeau, een bundeltje hoop, zeg maar. Wil je een boek kopen? Check marinadehaan.nl/lily of link in bio!
Al bijna 100 exemplaren verkocht van mijn gedichtenboek #LilyInTheWildField . Zo onwijs blij en vereerd!! Daar zitten ook een aantal exemplaren bij die ik heb weggegeven. Het hele doel van mijn boek is namelijk om de boodschap van hoop met de wereld te delen. Waar je ook doorheen gaat, er is hoop. Hoop geeft kracht om door te zetten als het buiten stormt (of sneeuwt). Dus soms geef ik een boek cadeau, een bundeltje hoop, zeg maar. Wil je een boek kopen? Check marinadehaan.nl/lily of link in bio!
Sleep tonight with a smile knowing someone loves you out here. ❤
#poetry #poet #poem #poetess #love #life #365DaysOfPoetry #365 #365poems #writer
Feeling sick with a capital S 
Like I might throw up
My head is pounding 
My body feels stiff
Going to crawl into bed and hope I wake up okay
Its crazy how much Im dedicated to these daily poems 
Nothing could stop me from doing this thing. 
Nothing and no one. 
#365daysofpoetry #poemaday #sickkitty #dyingoverhere
Feeling sick with a capital S Like I might throw up My head is pounding My body feels stiff Going to crawl into bed and hope I wake up okay Its crazy how much Im dedicated to these daily poems Nothing could stop me from doing this thing. Nothing and no one. #365daysofpoetry  #poemaday  #sickkitty  #dyingoverhere 
Your love guides me home when I’m lost⠀
It’s where I find belonging, and trust⠀
⠀
From YOUR LOVE by #LilyInTheWildField
Your love guides me home when I’m lost⠀ It’s where I find belonging, and trust⠀ ⠀ From YOUR LOVE by #LilyInTheWildField 
Feeling kind of depleted today.
Fights with my family. 
Unmotivated to finish my last essay. 
Not enough energy to workout. 
Head slightly pounds. 
Cancelled on an outing with friends tomorrow. 
Got me feeling lower then usual, a little bit slower then usual. 
Woke up this morning at 113 pounds. 
It feels good to watch the number on the scale go down. 
Had someone ask if I wanted my writing featured on a prominent website. 
My therapist and I laughed and discussed my life now a non-lithium parasite. 
In the dentist today the lady asked me if I was still using lithium. 
I was so caught off guard by the question. 
It made me get so defensive and serious. 
Today was a blah day. 
I hope tomorrow is better. 
Still day dreaming of steamy dark handsome eyes, big hands and a soothing voice. 
Praying for the day when I feel like I have some choice. 
Around love, around sex, around money and adult like autonomy. 
Feels so crummy always needing help from dad and dear old mummy. 
Progress not perfection.
Your doing it, not everyday will be a fun one. 
I will go to bed early tonight and dream of better days. 
Dream of a life that I no longer feel the urge to run from. 
#365daysofpoetry #poetrycommunity #poetess #lithium #lithiumfree #mad #madness #eatingdisorderrecovery #scales #weightloss #medication #therapy #dentist #poetess #writersofinstagram #writingchallenge #essay #lowenergy #poemsporn #poetryporn #downlow
Feeling kind of depleted today. Fights with my family. Unmotivated to finish my last essay. Not enough energy to workout. Head slightly pounds. Cancelled on an outing with friends tomorrow. Got me feeling lower then usual, a little bit slower then usual. Woke up this morning at 113 pounds. It feels good to watch the number on the scale go down. Had someone ask if I wanted my writing featured on a prominent website. My therapist and I laughed and discussed my life now a non-lithium parasite. In the dentist today the lady asked me if I was still using lithium. I was so caught off guard by the question. It made me get so defensive and serious. Today was a blah day. I hope tomorrow is better. Still day dreaming of steamy dark handsome eyes, big hands and a soothing voice. Praying for the day when I feel like I have some choice. Around love, around sex, around money and adult like autonomy. Feels so crummy always needing help from dad and dear old mummy. Progress not perfection. Your doing it, not everyday will be a fun one. I will go to bed early tonight and dream of better days. Dream of a life that I no longer feel the urge to run from. #365daysofpoetry  #poetrycommunity  #poetess  #lithium  #lithiumfree  #mad  #madness  #eatingdisorderrecovery  #scales  #weightloss  #medication  #therapy  #dentist  #poetess  #writersofinstagram  #writingchallenge  #essay  #lowenergy  #poemsporn  #poetryporn  #downlow 
She thought of me as an obstacle in her way of life. 
She thought of her own soul 
as an obstacle to what she wanted to do.
She killed me.

#poetry #poet #poem #poetess #life #struggle #pain #gain #mistakes #dream #love #loveyourself #lovemyself #BTSlovemyself #girllove #ENDviolence #girlrising #inspire #writer #write  #❤ #👑 #writersofinstagram #poetofinstagram #poetessofinstagram#365DaysOfPoetry
Woorden reizen
Van generatie op generatie

Woorden reizen
Van cultuur naar cultuur

Woorden reizen
Van hart naar hart
Woorden reizen Van generatie op generatie Woorden reizen Van cultuur naar cultuur Woorden reizen Van hart naar hart
Hoe meer mensen met elkaar verbonden zijn in het ritme van liefde, hoe mooier de samenleving wordt. #MarinaWrites
Hoe meer mensen met elkaar verbonden zijn in het ritme van liefde, hoe mooier de samenleving wordt. #MarinaWrites 
Hoi lieve allemaal! Het is een tijdje stil geweest hier. Ik heb echt een prachtige vakantie gehad! Denk wel een van mijn favoriete vakanties tot nu toe. Eerst een citytrip naar Sydney, wat houd ik van die stad. Daarna naar een creatieve conferentie van @hillsong. Veel nieuwe inspiratie opgedaan. Tot slot nog 2 weken in een busje door Nieuw-Zeeland gereden. Gewoon 3000km💪🏻in m’n uppie gereden, vind ik best wel cool van mezelf, haha. Gelukkig was ik niet alleen. Volgens mij nog niet helemaal van de jetlag af, maar wel weer aan het schrijven. Enjoy vandaag!!✨
Hoi lieve allemaal! Het is een tijdje stil geweest hier. Ik heb echt een prachtige vakantie gehad! Denk wel een van mijn favoriete vakanties tot nu toe. Eerst een citytrip naar Sydney, wat houd ik van die stad. Daarna naar een creatieve conferentie van @hillsong. Veel nieuwe inspiratie opgedaan. Tot slot nog 2 weken in een busje door Nieuw-Zeeland gereden. Gewoon 3000km💪🏻in m’n uppie gereden, vind ik best wel cool van mezelf, haha. Gelukkig was ik niet alleen. Volgens mij nog niet helemaal van de jetlag af, maar wel weer aan het schrijven. Enjoy vandaag!!✨
Memory lane. 
It’s a place I go where no one else knows. 
I see his big brown eyes and soft tousled hair as he’s going down on me. 
I see his huge wide grin when I come out of the bathroom only to be wearing skimpy lace lingerie. 
I feel him flip me over with his big hands and passionately kiss my face. 
Another goodie is free, fun and shining in the lake Morning swim with my best friend not a care in the world or decision to make. 
Fresh foods, salad, beers and cigarettes. 
Stayed up all night giggling with her brother on the back of the cottage stairs. 
Skip to the moment when I decided to leave my ex boyfriend, when my cat stayed on my face all night until I cried into the next Morning. 
That time I met my first love and we talked all night at the bar, he grabbed my hand and made me laugh. Made me feel like life might just be alright, that true love was never really that far. 
That one time at work when I got the life affirming phone call. The one that told me I made it into grad school, scholarship and all. 
The time I kissed a boy I liked in the pouring rain, the first night I had sex, the first night I did cocaine. 
Those times we danced all night at raves, no cares in the world, our souls had been saved. 
Coming up on MDMA, hot boxing the bathroom, house parties and kareaoke nights. 
Dance, dance, revolution. 
All you can eat sushi. 
Picking up my 3 new baby kittens. 
Drinking my first glass of wine after 9 months sobriety. 
Cuddling in his arms, laughing all night and talking until dawn.
7 hour phone conversations with a friend, ecstaculating concerts, being told by a distress line client I would be the best Psychotherapist, that I was meant to do this job. That I had a heart that could truly mend. 
All of these memories, these moments in time. 
Like blinks of an eye, they disappear, they barely feel like their mine. 
Some days past by so quickly and I just want so much more. 
I want more of these memories. 
Not the ones that are a bore. 
There will be more but it’s up to me to push forward. 
Please dear God help me. 
Show me my life still has time left to explore. 
#poemadaychallenge #365daysofpoetry #sex #love #drugs #poetrycommunity #poetslife
Memory lane. It’s a place I go where no one else knows. I see his big brown eyes and soft tousled hair as he’s going down on me. I see his huge wide grin when I come out of the bathroom only to be wearing skimpy lace lingerie. I feel him flip me over with his big hands and passionately kiss my face. Another goodie is free, fun and shining in the lake Morning swim with my best friend not a care in the world or decision to make. Fresh foods, salad, beers and cigarettes. Stayed up all night giggling with her brother on the back of the cottage stairs. Skip to the moment when I decided to leave my ex boyfriend, when my cat stayed on my face all night until I cried into the next Morning. That time I met my first love and we talked all night at the bar, he grabbed my hand and made me laugh. Made me feel like life might just be alright, that true love was never really that far. That one time at work when I got the life affirming phone call. The one that told me I made it into grad school, scholarship and all. The time I kissed a boy I liked in the pouring rain, the first night I had sex, the first night I did cocaine. Those times we danced all night at raves, no cares in the world, our souls had been saved. Coming up on MDMA, hot boxing the bathroom, house parties and kareaoke nights. Dance, dance, revolution. All you can eat sushi. Picking up my 3 new baby kittens. Drinking my first glass of wine after 9 months sobriety. Cuddling in his arms, laughing all night and talking until dawn. 7 hour phone conversations with a friend, ecstaculating concerts, being told by a distress line client I would be the best Psychotherapist, that I was meant to do this job. That I had a heart that could truly mend. All of these memories, these moments in time. Like blinks of an eye, they disappear, they barely feel like their mine. Some days past by so quickly and I just want so much more. I want more of these memories. Not the ones that are a bore. There will be more but it’s up to me to push forward. Please dear God help me. Show me my life still has time left to explore. #poemadaychallenge  #365daysofpoetry  #sex  #love  #drugs  #poetrycommunity  #poetslife 
I regret letting those words in and ruining my day. 
#poetry #poem #poet #poetess #harsh #pain #words #scars #pus #365DaysOfPoetry
That feeling when someone gets you 
They read how you feel, what you believe, how you understand the world and they thank you for putting their thoughts into words and onto paper 
They ask if they can share it with others
Your smile grows, there’s a bit of a high attached to it 
Like when you public speak your story and someone comes up afterwards and tells you theirs 
You feel like shit actually means something 
Like living is worthwhile 
Between the boys, the booze, the disordered eating and psychological devastation 
It’s something tangible
Something real 
The words you wrote made others feel heard 
Made others feel understood 
You told a story that differs from the one we hear everyday and this meant something to someone whose different just like you 
It feels good when things just fucking feel like they mean something 
The snow falls lightly out the window and you feel a bit of magic 
You look in the mirror and think what you see is not that bad 
You exam invigilate and dream about your life as a university professor 
Teaching what you love, what your write about, what drives your soul. 
26 and filled with dreams. 
Some days she’s still half alive but some days future possibilities are all that she sees. 
She stares out the window at the bus station as she keeps chanting to herself silently, mean something, mean something. 
Please just Fucking mean something. 
#365daysofpoetry #antisanism #sanism #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #apoemaday #poetrylife #meansomething #existential #socialworker #antipsychiatry #lithiumfreefemme #writersofinstagram #writerssociety #writingcommunity #writinglife #eatingdisorderrecovery #harmreduction #teaching #mad #madness #madlove #madpositivity #madnesscrew✖️👈🏻💖 #madnessart #madnessmonday
That feeling when someone gets you They read how you feel, what you believe, how you understand the world and they thank you for putting their thoughts into words and onto paper They ask if they can share it with others Your smile grows, there’s a bit of a high attached to it Like when you public speak your story and someone comes up afterwards and tells you theirs You feel like shit actually means something Like living is worthwhile Between the boys, the booze, the disordered eating and psychological devastation It’s something tangible Something real The words you wrote made others feel heard Made others feel understood You told a story that differs from the one we hear everyday and this meant something to someone whose different just like you It feels good when things just fucking feel like they mean something The snow falls lightly out the window and you feel a bit of magic You look in the mirror and think what you see is not that bad You exam invigilate and dream about your life as a university professor Teaching what you love, what your write about, what drives your soul. 26 and filled with dreams. Some days she’s still half alive but some days future possibilities are all that she sees. She stares out the window at the bus station as she keeps chanting to herself silently, mean something, mean something. Please just Fucking mean something. #365daysofpoetry  #antisanism  #sanism  #poetrycommunity  #poetsofinstagram  #apoemaday  #poetrylife  #meansomething  #existential  #socialworker  #antipsychiatry  #lithiumfreefemme  #writersofinstagram  #writerssociety  #writingcommunity  #writinglife  #eatingdisorderrecovery  #harmreduction  #teaching  #mad  #madness  #madlove  #madpositivity  #madnesscrew ✖️👈🏻💖 #madnessart  #madnessmonday 
"Smeared"

I am obsessed with color. With texture, with, beautiful edges. Lovely geometry. 
I hope you enjoy Day 5 in The #365daysofhaiku series!

#photography #digitalart #poetry #wordart #wordporn #poetsofinstagram #365daysofpoetry #rainbow #love #empoweringpeople #inspiration #motivation #gems #sparkle #shine #beyou #empowerment #art #rainbow #dance #choreography #freedom #goodvibes #happiness #neonlights
No one can save you from the fear of the worst sin you committed. 
Dedicated to all #Bullies , #rapists , #murderers and #murderersofhumanity 
Ya'll lucky you got to be on the dedicated list.
I'll create a voice on earth. Whenever you'll hear it, you'll tremble in fear. 
#poetry #poem #poetess #Sin #hate #hurt #365daysofpoetry
Productive, productive, productive
No hangover, completed more then usual 
Felt happy. 
Let me say it again felt happy. 
Did not obsess over her appearance
Weighed herself only once. 
Ate proper meals and snacks. 
Hung out with her family. 
Hot yoga, editing for friends, sharing knowledge. 
She forgot how much of a good fucking writer she is. 
It pours out of her fingertips. 
It is effortless, seamless, she goes into a flow state, where all that exists is her and the pen. 
She wonders if stopping lithium is what has gotten her feeling so well. 
A tad racey but happy. 
She psychoanalyzes so much of her life but today she felt free. 
She wonders if hanging out with friends, having a couple of drinks and being out of herself was just good for her psyche. 
She talked about getting a DNR tattoo under her breast. 
Do not rescuisitate is my only request. 
I will be here, I will be dear, I will try my best to live each day but when my time has come, let me lay. 
She ponders how such a young girl could be so morbid. 
The life she has lived has left her in this place of orbit. 
She dreams of cats and hot boys, drinks and walks on the beach. 
Rainbows, rain storms and starry night scenes. 
Her mom can’t believe such a young person could even contemplate DNR’s. 
Unfortunately, this is how my story goes, it doesn’t matter how far I’ve come. 
This life is still a struggle, sweet dreams, black out curtain scenes, the forever sleep is still a desirous thing. 
I may be morbid but at least I am honest and free. 
#365daysofpoetry #poemaday #poemadaychallenge #madness #madone #lithiumfree #alcohol #nohangover #DNR #donotresuscitate #existenceisresistance #morbidgirl #deathanddying #deathpositivity #deathpositivitymovement #cats #writer #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetslife
Productive, productive, productive No hangover, completed more then usual Felt happy. Let me say it again felt happy. Did not obsess over her appearance Weighed herself only once. Ate proper meals and snacks. Hung out with her family. Hot yoga, editing for friends, sharing knowledge. She forgot how much of a good fucking writer she is. It pours out of her fingertips. It is effortless, seamless, she goes into a flow state, where all that exists is her and the pen. She wonders if stopping lithium is what has gotten her feeling so well. A tad racey but happy. She psychoanalyzes so much of her life but today she felt free. She wonders if hanging out with friends, having a couple of drinks and being out of herself was just good for her psyche. She talked about getting a DNR tattoo under her breast. Do not rescuisitate is my only request. I will be here, I will be dear, I will try my best to live each day but when my time has come, let me lay. She ponders how such a young girl could be so morbid. The life she has lived has left her in this place of orbit. She dreams of cats and hot boys, drinks and walks on the beach. Rainbows, rain storms and starry night scenes. Her mom can’t believe such a young person could even contemplate DNR’s. Unfortunately, this is how my story goes, it doesn’t matter how far I’ve come. This life is still a struggle, sweet dreams, black out curtain scenes, the forever sleep is still a desirous thing. I may be morbid but at least I am honest and free. #365daysofpoetry  #poemaday  #poemadaychallenge  #madness  #madone  #lithiumfree  #alcohol  #nohangover  #DNR  #donotresuscitate  #existenceisresistance  #morbidgirl  #deathanddying  #deathpositivity  #deathpositivitymovement  #cats  #writer  #writersofinstagram  #writingcommunity  #poetrycommunity  #poetsofinstagram  #poetslife 
I give you a three part series inspired by (and to make up for) the writer’s block I contracted for the past 3 Days. Enjoy! 💖
#words #wordsmith #writer #writersofinstagram #spilledink #writersblock #poetry #poet #dream #dreams #365daysofpoetry #transformation
She sits and wonders
Thinking about the life ahead
About the life she’s lived
All of her memories 
Her past
Her delusions 
Her fairy tales 
How she wishes she could relive her favourite moments in time
Had a couple of drinks tonight
Nothing crazy
Her mind barely foggy
Barley hazy
She is reminded of her privilege 
And why she loves her best friend 
How lucky she is, they are 
To have eachother and the beautiful lives that they’ve lived 
To think they almost both wanted to die 
It makes me so sad 
Makes me want to cry 
But still I feel so empty inside 
I miss having a lover 
Someone to call my own 
I miss making new memories 
In our humble abode 
I miss long walks and cuddles and long passionate kisses 
Back rubs and whispers and laughing while doing the dishes. 
She is happy that she didn’t over drink and that tonight was just another day
Not dominated by food or scales or a crazy negative mind circle maze 
Goodnight world, I hope you were all safe.
One day she will love again. 
One day this will not all be in vain. 
One day looking back and understanding why she had to experience so much pain.
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She sits and wonders Thinking about the life ahead About the life she’s lived All of her memories Her past Her delusions Her fairy tales How she wishes she could relive her favourite moments in time Had a couple of drinks tonight Nothing crazy Her mind barely foggy Barley hazy She is reminded of her privilege And why she loves her best friend How lucky she is, they are To have eachother and the beautiful lives that they’ve lived To think they almost both wanted to die It makes me so sad Makes me want to cry But still I feel so empty inside I miss having a lover Someone to call my own I miss making new memories In our humble abode I miss long walks and cuddles and long passionate kisses Back rubs and whispers and laughing while doing the dishes. She is happy that she didn’t over drink and that tonight was just another day Not dominated by food or scales or a crazy negative mind circle maze Goodnight world, I hope you were all safe. One day she will love again. One day this will not all be in vain. One day looking back and understanding why she had to experience so much pain. #365daysofpoetry  #poemaday  #poemadaychallenge  #poemadayproject  #poemadaykeepsthepsychiatristaway  #lithiumfree  #alcohol  #harmreduction  #celibacy  #mad  #madness  #crazy  #smoker  #poetsofinstagram  #poetrycommunity  #poetryslam