••• Be and Do ••• Because it will all make perfect sense someday ( or not, not everything has to )...
Have the patience to wait for and enjoy the good part ... Till then, celebrate everything , enjoy it all, every moment, everyday ^_^
Have an awesome day and a great week to follow :D
Love and light!
Take it easy✌️
I've written in a lot of places and had a number of different writing set ups over the decades, but currently I'm knocking these poems out sitting in an easy chair in my office with my iPad mini and a Bluetooth keyboard on a folding chair. I'm typing on Hanx writer, a free app designed by (of all people) Tom Hanks, who apparently collects typewriters. As someone who learned to type on a typewriter, it brings back memories. It has the sound, look, and feel of a real typewriter and I missed writing poetry that way. I firmly believe that your writing space and writing tools inform what comes out of your fingertips. What does your writing space and practice look like right now? Let me know in the comments.#poetrycommunity#poetry#poetryhive#poetryofinstagram#poetrytribe#poem#poemsofinstagram#poetrygram#untwineusa#instapoetry#instapoems#instapoets#igpoets#poetsofig#dltricarico
I fight myself back into shape is that the problem. Why maintain a shape which should be a snakeskin./ A starkness over the water cast a muted simplicity into me. A simplicity over mute cast the voice into me. A simple water runs in me. /
I'm an open nerve now the only place I can be seen. A raw electricity and my own raw edges electric. /
The nerve of my throat is dangerous my voice is dangerous. How am I supposed to handle this I've got eyeshadow on. The edges of me protest and protect. The edges are the nerve of showing up. I love you with eyeshadow on. Unprofessional and rebellious to the core.
Crazy how much time I spent on fixing mental fences/
And how fast you can slip back into trenches/
First time around I connected with my sixth sense/
Second time around I'm burning out like incense/
Break myself down to the quick and try to build back/
If I don't make it, know I bet it all like blackjack/
Close to losing balance, but keep tryna push further/
Nobody see the struggle, turn their voices into murmur/
It seems like the more aware and conscious I get of myself, the more I'm afraid things won't work out in the end. But the fact that I'm thinking about this is good, I think. Man, life is so much more than going to school and getting a good paying job. At least to me it is. Where has everyone's passion been stuffed? People look at you weird when your having a good time. Because they don't have the balls or courage to try to enjoy their life. No one is getting any younger. I'm out here trying to prove to myself that finding myself is the most important thing, forget the money. Authenticity is the only thing on my radar. Everything I do has purpose now, that's the only way I can convince myself that life is worth living. Bums me out when I meet someone that has no passion for life, because I know how bad that feels. Wish I could help people in the moment, but I'm doing what I can.
Falamos tanto em o quanto escondemos a tristeza, mas olha, disfarçar a felicidade talvez seja um trem mais complicado ainda.
Por vezes chegamos perto de um sonho, mas ainda não é hora de falar dele com alguém. Então a gente arruma o coração e faz festa por dentro, com a clara sensação de que a música da nossa alma está audível aqui fora.
A gente tenta esconder o riso frouxo, típico de quem está prestes a realizar algo precioso, mas cá pra nós, olhos faiscantes são traidores, eles nos entregam sempre. E que traição mais gostosa essa!