It's blank. It's dark. It's freezing. There's no lights that can penetrate this barrier. .
But then, without plan, without any intention before come to a realization, a glimmer of lights slipping through the barrier. It's not a signal nor a warning, the lights just abruptly reside inside the barrier and refused to be reflected outward.
In that very moment, slowly the barrier letting it's guard down. And the lights innocently began to warm the space inside and fill it with it's radiance.
tik tok tik tok tik tok. .
It's began to melt, the time that is freezing inside the barrier starting to run again.
As the time goes by the lights finally fill the space with it's warmness and it's radiance till it full to the point a new feeling is born inside the barrier and bring the frozen heart that being protected to life again.
Yes you, your light, your radiance become a nutrients for my frozen heart and inject it with the feeling of love . . - from the longing heart that can only scream through the words 💙 I Miss You 💕
25 Dzulqa'dah 1438 H / 17 Agustus 2017 M
Sampai saat ini aku masih terjajah oleh rindu yang ditikam sendiri,
Secara raga aku tak mati, hanya saja hati tak berdetak selain dengan senyummu yang dinikmati setiap hari...,
Kaki yang dirantai kerinduan sulit beranjak dari kenangan yang engkau tinggalkan tatkala pertemuan...
Tangan yang diborgol oleh bongkahan senyuman melibatkan puing-puing perasaan...
Tolong aku untuk merdeka dari semua ini dik, karena Mau bagaimana kamu adalah satu-satunya Pahlawan yang dapat membebaskan dari semua penjajahan perasaan...
Kemerdekaan kita adalah kibaran bendera ketika saling dalam kepemilikan...
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There’s a very rare energy surrounding us this Thursday, it’s an energy that will lift your soul and, indeed, soul is making plans for your next level of existence so, if you’re in a situation that makes you unhappy or unfulfilled, it’s a good day to take action even if it’s only small, tentative steps because they will be important steps for you on a personal level. The cosmic radiation levels are high right now as light streams through to Earth from The Sun and this fills us with creativity and inspiration and you may well find that smells, voices, sounds and visions feel enhanced and more vivid, in fact you might find that you are hearing unusual noises and seeing many master numbers today. It’s a day that will sit well with soul but maybe not your personality as it will ask you to face things that you have been avoiding so just know this as situations arise that ask for your focus and know you’re supported in dealing with them. Be positive in the areas of career, life purpose, expansion and abundance. Let the light grow stronger within and around you .. #light#plan#steps#creativity#face#personality#live#love#life#goodvibes#nofilters#strong#happy#chill#inspiration#lifestyle#instagood#instadaily#igers#poetry#follow#quote#digital#art#drawing#comment#image#theamberroominternational
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Author: @zenith_aka_k2 (Instagram)
A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes
A glimpse of that dark world where I was born.
Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals
From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,
And bosom beating with a heart renew'd. - Tithonas by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
#AfternoonBaybay First installation of a series on writing the ancient Baybayin script. With it I wrote down a personally-made Tanaga, a type of Filipino poetry that contains seven syllables in each of the four lines. Enjoy! #filipino#baybayin#art#poetry#pinoy
@Regrann from @iamabdulgaffar -
I looked through the window of my father's house,
then I saw 'mama Bimbo' wearing a ripped blouse,
struggle to lift up the tray of good looking oranges
that she hawks to and fro Lagos bridges.
She has three children that had to stop school.
Lack of funds made them pick up a farm tool.
There's a building adjacent to where my grandparents live,
lives a young man whose efforts at employment proved abortive.
He's skilled and builds like the builder, Bob.
Still, for seven years, he's been without job.
When men of God minister to him, he'd just nod.
They don't know he's long given up and cursed God.
I was told of a young couple that just got married
and live in an old building surrounded by weed.
This is deep inside the ghetto parts of Lagos.
The landlord is an old man popularly called "Boss"
The young husband caught Boss with his wife on bed.
For he had not paid his rent, away, he turned his head.
Now, in places like" Abuja","Ikoyi", Banana Island, "Lekki",
You'd see them, riding cars without a key!
They have filled up big drums of tears of their fellow citizens
And they'd occasionally raise glasses of the sweat in their irrelevant meetings.
Is this the change the President hyped during his campaign?
If so, we want no more it! No more can we entertain!
#poetry#poem#poems#poemstories#poeticthoughtsunleashed#poeticthoughts#poemsporn#africanpoets#poetsofig#poetsofinstagram#poetsofinstagram#poetrycommunity#writersofig#writersofinstagram#writerscommunity#Nigeria#Lagos#Stateofnigeria#change#changethechange - #regrann
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-black as the accent of bags under her eyes-
-the streak of a bruise written high on her thighs-
-grey as the hairs that deny chemical colour-
-graphite marks easier had than a dollar-
-pink as the lines running backwards and front-
-the tongue of a kitten impressed by her stunt-
-violets growing despite winter’s hold-
-naked nail beds placed on her cheek so cold-
-blue as the tint to her favourite notebook-
-thin veins running by like a babbling brook-
-green flecks in her eyes dancing in thick moonlight-
-stained spot on her finger at about her ring height-
-yellow as the glint off her hair in the sun-
-the wispy stray tendrils escaped from her bun-
-orange round her wrist from a festival long gone-
-the tint of the sun that prods her mouth to yawn-
-red stains her lips at all times of the year-
-the bright flowing colour that manifests your fear-
-we all may die but the world still turns-
-your love may live on while her hells gate still burns-
-my luck may leave me upon her dark wings-
-but nothing can matter without her small things-
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