Let me rest
there till my
till my hands
and I am one
with your soul.
Accept their process.
There’s strength in both our happiness and sadness. Written by @_maya_writer 👑
She is a bold spirit, a bright star...she often wonders about mythology, the sea, and what we really are. 🌟
just leave me
Let me know what you think please, comment, like, tag and share, all welcomed.
Photo by @amsartawi.
Self love is so important! When others stop stimulating you with love and encouragement you'll be okay regardless of how the act towards you. Life is tough and not everyday is determined to be a "good" day. I remember all the times I was frustrated, and angry at people around me for not constantly giving me love. It used to hurt so much because I depended on them to make me feel good. I changed that by finding happiness and love within myself. I always get messages from you guys about "self love" and how to find that. This comic is a beautiful example of how you can achieve that mindset :) ❤ @itsmaeril for this amazing post ❤
You are enough. You are always enough. For yourself to start with. So love yourself for that. And those people that walked out on you, it s not because you were not good enough, it s because the problems were with them. You are an amazing beautiful brave soul, everything about you I absolutely adore and I wouldn't change a thing. And as years will go by, you ll see that I m never going anywhere. I m here for you and I m not going anywhere. I love you.
A meaningful of life is not being rich, being popular, being highly educated or being perfect. It is about being real, being humble, being strong and being able to share ourselves and touch the lives of other. It is only then that we could have a full, happy and contented life.
It's not about being good enough, it's the fact that people don't see your worth. That isn't your fault. A piece of advice, keep your chin up and have a more positive vocabulary.
Instead of "I've never been good enough"
Love yourself and be positive.
People who haven't stayed don't recognize your worth or they are on their own journey
I am here for you my darling, and your worth, you are priceless.
My Jaguar’s fuelled and ready to hit the road. Let’s go out on a road trip. Just you and me. I will pull the convertible off and windows down. No fixed destination. 11 pm it is, stars all above us. I will point to each one of them for every love words i tell you.We’ll talk about everything. Like where we don’t have to think about anything to say, words just comes out naturally. And then blissfull silence and then we sing our heart out and make memories. I don’t want your forever. Because Forever isn’t anyone’s to have. But we shall keep the memories in our heart till death do us apart.
Can we begin a conversation lead by humility where we assume we know barely anything of God.
And we respect the Bible stories of the biographers that went before us as humanity’s record perfectly flawed.
This isn’t a threat to His omnipotence that a weak link would be allowed to transcribe His genealogy.
Because any belief that hates the weakness that Jesus died for is thankless impudent theology.
It was artists that penned the scriptures and artists that carved the temple.
It was an artist that sewed the priests clothes to make him presentable to God in golden ark artist forged metal.
It will be artists He trust with His secrets in the future because we won’t translate them in binary.
We will leave the mystery and learn from history and let the readers be the refinery.
Read the red it is said, “I am the living Word.”
And listen to the Word that was breathed into us and make art of what you heard.”
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12/16/17 8:46 AM Saturday
You never knew that I’m writing about you
I heard that she was writing poems too…
I don’t know if it’s for her the poem I saw you wrote
A part of me felt betrayed
I know that you loved her a few years’ back
Even though you never want to talk about it
I know that you did.
I never want to question your love for me
But what can I do?
I’m fighting for a love I don’t think I deserve
I’m making myself better for you
I’m completing myself so I could be enough
But no matter what I do;
No matter how hard I try,
I could never be enough for you
•• You know what your dreams are. You know whom you’ve been called to be. You know the purpose you’ve been called to. Their opinion on the matter is irrelevant. People will always talk. People will always have something negative to say when you’re doing something they wish they could do. Do you boo and do you well! Don’t forfeit your dreams and your life purpose because they’ve told you can’t do it. YOU CAN. Don’t go to the grave filled with your purpose. Use it up NOW. Don’t let their opinion stop you from using your gifts to bless others. Chase those dreams and unlock your purpose. I genuinely do believe in your dreams and I mean it when I say I support your hustle. Chase that purpose! ••
A Lifeline Cut
Sniff, whiff, waft, tang of red,
Who's blood is it?
The blood of a man,
A simple man who's hand
Hath rid him of the serpents of flickering flame and azure water that crawl under his skin,
And who’s poison lay dormant in fangs of the flesh, (Though he hath not the realization of lifeblood in him)
For without blood where is our life?
The man who cuts the many heads of the serpents has gashed his own heart,
And partaken of the poison therein.
None can return the fire to water,
water which flows from desperate onlookers in an attempt to quench the flame,
but rushes uselessly over his broken form.
Though fire may seem a more useful tool,
It is a dastardly and fickle fiend who heeds no warning,
Feels no fear of light nor dark,
And listens to no simpleton,
But only to the king.
The king of the watery serpents,
Of the life that flows within,
Who's fury hath no bounds for those who loose serpents of fire,
For flame they have created,
And flame he will have them returned to.
I was super excited to post today. I had a poem ready that I thought was fire. I had a very fitting picture. I was sitting in a coffee shop without a care in the world. Then I checked my phone to prepare the post early, on a hunch, because I'm THAT squeamish. The picture wasn't there! It was still on my camera at home. Gaaaaaaah, the forces be against me. Always against me. I know that underneath it all, God is for me, but sometimes... sometimes, man... *kicks a rock
And for those times-- I pray, adjust, and keep it pushin. So, for you, a new piece.
Fighting to defend their home,
A final stand ‘fore Sublicus,
Which o’er Tiber waters foam,
But with a cry,
The consul slipped,
Blood aburst in crimson drips,
Though quickly transferred to the rear,
Hands on spear shafts lost their grip,
The panicked mob,
As missiles fell,
Made the field a frenzied hell,
And throwing down their futile arms,
Heard the ring of Pluto’s knell,
One man stood tall,
Lone eye burning,
Sword held high, never turning,
Jupiter granting strong resolve,
Mars’ fury his soul churning,
Called to the crowd,
“Fellow Romans, stand your ground,
Fight with honor and die with pride,
For in virtue, glory’s found!”
Alas, the men,
Began to flee,
Save two heads of infantry,
Who, turning ‘round to face the horde,
Recognized their destiny,
And as they fought,
Their men escaped,
Over Sublicus they scraped,
Fought til’ shield and gladii broke,
Pushed back onto Tiber’s bank,
Brave Cocles called,
Bade them to dash,
Clusian soldiers’ shields he bashed,
And as they bolted ‘cross the bridge,
“Make the Tiber crossing crash!”
Clashing with an insane fervor,
Sword like lightning, flashing quickly,
Men of Clusium forced back further,
Took a spear into his thigh,
Finding refuge behind corpses,
Heard a voice shout “Sir, it’s nigh!”
River nymphs his armor pulling,
Reaching for his Roman homeland,
Lesion legions, body slowing,
As voices neared,
He felt earth’s loam,
Clinging to the land of Rome,
Crowned and held to Mount Olympus,
Legion was returning home.
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