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Pittsburgh, Winter 
My father grabs my stepbrother by the throat
for calling my stepmother a bitch.
My father says he does this because he loves my stepbrother,
wants him to be a good man.
I know a woman who lives inside her head,
has an imaginary dragon living in her purse.
She can pull it out whenever she needs it.
Real life is so boring, she says.
Even Warhol agrees: Everybody must have a fantasy.
I’m stuck on the details of living:
the sound a 13-year-old boy makes when he’s shoved against a wall,
the Pittsburgh graffiti artist who sprayed “help” on concrete.
There’s been no escape since I quit getting high.
A friend has been sending me pictures of his cock
and I’m wondering if we’re still friends.
There’s no one I can ask this.
I stay in my yellow house and watch shows
about people getting shot and blown up,
imagining the ghost of the barber who
cut hair in what’s now my dressing area.
I still dream about the guy I loved in Chicago,
imagine seeing him putting money in the meter,
hurrying into Mario’s.
Is it enough to say I’m lonely?
That I’m sure if you pounded a hole through my hand
you’d see him on the other side?

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Pittsburgh, Winter My father grabs my stepbrother by the throat for calling my stepmother a bitch. My father says he does this because he loves my stepbrother, wants him to be a good man. I know a woman who lives inside her head, has an imaginary dragon living in her purse. She can pull it out whenever she needs it. Real life is so boring, she says. Even Warhol agrees: Everybody must have a fantasy. I’m stuck on the details of living: the sound a 13-year-old boy makes when he’s shoved against a wall, the Pittsburgh graffiti artist who sprayed “help” on concrete. There’s been no escape since I quit getting high. A friend has been sending me pictures of his cock and I’m wondering if we’re still friends. There’s no one I can ask this. I stay in my yellow house and watch shows about people getting shot and blown up, imagining the ghost of the barber who cut hair in what’s now my dressing area. I still dream about the guy I loved in Chicago, imagine seeing him putting money in the meter, hurrying into Mario’s. Is it enough to say I’m lonely? That I’m sure if you pounded a hole through my hand you’d see him on the other side? https://mainstreetragbookstore.com/product/first-red/ #poem #poetry #poet

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#theyearofthepoem #poetry #originalpoetry #poetsofinstagram

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Art makes life worth living amidst the chaos and monotony of everyday life. This Poet's day, Festember pays tribute to the numerous helping hands who have extended compassion and kindness to our own state of spices, through the final poem for the poetry week. Let us strive to take a stand for humanity and remain united, come any adversity. 
#Festember #AnArabianOdyssey #Poetry #PoetsDay #Humanity #Compassion

Art makes life worth living amidst the chaos and monotony of everyday life. This Poet's day, Festember pays tribute to the numerous helping hands who have extended compassion and kindness to our own state of spices, through the final poem for the poetry week. Let us strive to take a stand for humanity and remain united, come any adversity. #Festember #AnArabianOdyssey #Poetry #PoetsDay #Humanity #Compassion

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{*Un Adieu *} Ce matin je me suis réveillé 
Avec cette impression qu’on m’avait laissé...
Le vent d’hiver s’abattit sur la ville blessant les arbres 
Mon regard se dirigea vers la fenêtre 
Cette nuit noire maîtrisant le jour 
Ce jour qui avait disparu...
Il avait perdu 
Elle avait gagné 
Maman m’annonçait sont décès 
Un ange nous avait laissé...
Le noir s’invita chez nous 
Maman pleurer 
Et moi je regrettais 
Pourquoi n’est il pas resté?
Les ailes déployant 
Nous laissant seulement avec de pauvres souvenirs .
Joie ,rire
Tristesse,désespoir 
Maman hurla 
Elle hurla de douleur 
Elle n’hurla pas pour démontrer sa tristesse mais elle voulait qu’il 
l’entende 
Elle semblait incontrôlable 
Je me mis à jouer 
Mes doigts glissés sur le clavier comme autrefois il avait fait 
Maman semblait être bercé 
Elle arrêta d’hurler 
Se mit à genou les yeux pleins 
Se souvenir qui l’a hanté 
Ce souvenir de lui qui jouer et elle qui chanté...
Une larme chaude roula le long de ma joue 
Je voyais floue 
Pourtant je n’avais pas besoin de voir pour y jouer 
Cette comme si il me guider 
Maman s’apaisant
Fredonna ce qui lui vînt 
La clarté réapparue 
Il était en paix 
Un dernier au revoir pour un adieu éternel
#poetry #aurevoir #peine

{*Un Adieu *} Ce matin je me suis réveillé Avec cette impression qu’on m’avait laissé... Le vent d’hiver s’abattit sur la ville blessant les arbres Mon regard se dirigea vers la fenêtre Cette nuit noire maîtrisant le jour Ce jour qui avait disparu... Il avait perdu Elle avait gagné Maman m’annonçait sont décès Un ange nous avait laissé... Le noir s’invita chez nous Maman pleurer Et moi je regrettais Pourquoi n’est il pas resté? Les ailes déployant Nous laissant seulement avec de pauvres souvenirs . Joie ,rire Tristesse,désespoir Maman hurla Elle hurla de douleur Elle n’hurla pas pour démontrer sa tristesse mais elle voulait qu’il l’entende Elle semblait incontrôlable Je me mis à jouer Mes doigts glissés sur le clavier comme autrefois il avait fait Maman semblait être bercé Elle arrêta d’hurler Se mit à genou les yeux pleins Se souvenir qui l’a hanté Ce souvenir de lui qui jouer et elle qui chanté... Une larme chaude roula le long de ma joue Je voyais floue Pourtant je n’avais pas besoin de voir pour y jouer Cette comme si il me guider Maman s’apaisant Fredonna ce qui lui vînt La clarté réapparue Il était en paix Un dernier au revoir pour un adieu éternel #poetry #aurevoir #peine

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Today is a great day to go do something for you. 🤗✨👍🏻
#loveyourself 
Photo by @jennyfelimiphotography 👍🏻

Today is a great day to go do something for you. 🤗✨👍🏻 #loveyourself Photo by @jennyfelimiphotography 👍🏻

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💌"I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face."- Lolita, 1997 Film #Lolita #tragedy #book #books #bookstagram #bookworm #reading #poetry #film #movie #classic #Russian #Russia #valdimirnabokov #jeremyirons #dominiqueswan #melaniegriffith #franangella #lace #victorian #1930sfashion #1930s #fashion #style #love #drama #actor #actorslife #japan

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I need to be rescued only by you.
I tell you to hurry it’s the least you can do.
Time is of the essence but you don’t rush.
I hear you the clock ticking but you tell me hush.
The Alarm is sounding now you’re too late.
I told you to hurry but maybe this is fate. 
#time #poems #poetry #quotes #photography #art #blackandwhite #blackandwhitephoto #blackandwhiteonly #thoughts #hurry #fate #destiny

I need to be rescued only by you. I tell you to hurry it’s the least you can do. Time is of the essence but you don’t rush. I hear you the clock ticking but you tell me hush. The Alarm is sounding now you’re too late. I told you to hurry but maybe this is fate. #time #poems #poetry #quotes #photography #art #blackandwhite #blackandwhitephoto #blackandwhiteonly #thoughts #hurry #fate #destiny

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Quiéreme así, con luces y sombras 💕
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#Poesia #Frases #FrasesDeAmor  #InstaQuotes #LoveQuotes #Amor #Poema #Fragmentos #Love #Escritos #Poem #Poetry

Quiéreme así, con luces y sombras 💕 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #Poesia #Frases #FrasesDeAmor #InstaQuotes #LoveQuotes #Amor #Poema #Fragmentos #Love #Escritos #Poem #Poetry

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Depression is...

Depression is... "Icky Like ink Like sticky, dark ink Ink that has found its way through The cracks And the holes And the crevices Of my heart Ink that makes everything heavy Ink that makes everything ugly Icky Like ink Like feeling sick in my heart" -Sav #poem #poetry #sad #sadpoem #sadpoetry #sadpoems #sadness #depression #depressedpoetry #depressed #depressionpoetry #depressionpoems #icky #badfeeling #badfeelings #ink #heart #sadheart #down #sick #heavy #ugly #emotions #emotionpoem #life #lifepoem #aesthetic

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Times were changing. With Kurt’s growing fame, the media closed in on everything he did and soon his drug problem was not limited to himself. Kurt began to hate the glaring lights, and the world. Kurt and Courtney were the kind and queen of pop culture. Their photos did rounds in newspapers, magazines. Everyone wanted to know everything about them. They did drugs like maniacs. 
Things took a turn when Courtney became pregnant. They married and decided to stop doing drugs. While Courtney was able to, perhaps because she was the one carrying the child, Kurt was facing a hard time. He admitted himself into rehab at the same hospital where Courtney was supposed to give birth. In all of this, there were still moments of joy and the day their daughter was born, Courtney dragged Kurt from the Chemical Dependency Ward right to her room to see the birth. Things were going great. The only times Kurt was really happy was with his daughter.
But soon, things took an awful turn. An article in the Vanity Fair allegedly claimed that the couple took drugs and the child was not taken care of. The Social Services came in and took their daughter away. It was after seven months of legal battle that Kurt got his daughter back- the only daughter who made him happy. The fame and the cameras were taking their toll. Kurt would often snap at journalists and end up in fights. Meanwhile Global came out with an article that allegedly claimed that Courtney took drugs while she was pregnant. All of this just wasn’t what Kurt wanted. The media just wouldn’t stop. Kurt and Courtney did interviews as a happy family. They wanted to be seen as one, really desperately but the past just wouldn’t let go.
The third album, In Utero came out. While Never Mind was Toby’s record, In Utero had Courtney written all over it. The cover had a heart shaped box in its symbol that Courtney had gifted to Kurt. Nirvana was reaching heights of stardom, and finally they were called to Kurt’s dream- MTV Unplugged. They had to do an acoustic performance, something very different from grunge. Kurt was taking it very seriously and was incredibly nervous. (continued in two comments)

Times were changing. With Kurt’s growing fame, the media closed in on everything he did and soon his drug problem was not limited to himself. Kurt began to hate the glaring lights, and the world. Kurt and Courtney were the kind and queen of pop culture. Their photos did rounds in newspapers, magazines. Everyone wanted to know everything about them. They did drugs like maniacs. Things took a turn when Courtney became pregnant. They married and decided to stop doing drugs. While Courtney was able to, perhaps because she was the one carrying the child, Kurt was facing a hard time. He admitted himself into rehab at the same hospital where Courtney was supposed to give birth. In all of this, there were still moments of joy and the day their daughter was born, Courtney dragged Kurt from the Chemical Dependency Ward right to her room to see the birth. Things were going great. The only times Kurt was really happy was with his daughter. But soon, things took an awful turn. An article in the Vanity Fair allegedly claimed that the couple took drugs and the child was not taken care of. The Social Services came in and took their daughter away. It was after seven months of legal battle that Kurt got his daughter back- the only daughter who made him happy. The fame and the cameras were taking their toll. Kurt would often snap at journalists and end up in fights. Meanwhile Global came out with an article that allegedly claimed that Courtney took drugs while she was pregnant. All of this just wasn’t what Kurt wanted. The media just wouldn’t stop. Kurt and Courtney did interviews as a happy family. They wanted to be seen as one, really desperately but the past just wouldn’t let go. The third album, In Utero came out. While Never Mind was Toby’s record, In Utero had Courtney written all over it. The cover had a heart shaped box in its symbol that Courtney had gifted to Kurt. Nirvana was reaching heights of stardom, and finally they were called to Kurt’s dream- MTV Unplugged. They had to do an acoustic performance, something very different from grunge. Kurt was taking it very seriously and was incredibly nervous. (continued in two comments)

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“I always hear people complain about the place that they live
That all the people here are fake and they got nothin' to give
'Cause they been starin' at somebody else's version of shit
That makes another city seem more excitin' than it is” -Emotionless @champagnepapi #scorpion #wyoming #takingflight

“I always hear people complain about the place that they live That all the people here are fake and they got nothin' to give 'Cause they been starin' at somebody else's version of shit That makes another city seem more excitin' than it is” -Emotionless @champagnepapi #scorpion #wyoming #takingflight

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De pé, deitada ou sentada
De manhã, à tarde, de noite ou na madrugada
Em transe, dormindo ou acordada
Contemplando a janela ou a estrada
Após acordar e antes de adormecer
Em todos os âmbitos que permeiam o ser
Olhos cachoeira, coração deserto
A pensar no que é tão longe, mas tão perto
Violentamente açoitada pela vida 
Medrosa, insegura, vulnerável e aturdida 
Paralizada diante de tanta incerteza 
Xícara de café repousando sobre a mesa 
Fumegante e amargo a aguardar a sorvida
Rascunho de um retrato qualquer 
Fragilidade em forma de mulher
Transbordando tantas dúvidas e dor
Milagre em Stand by, renda, borboleta e flor
À espera da felicidade, mais nada ou ninguém
Vazio pleno de saudade; teus olhos: só desdém 😟 #poetry #butterfly #lace #yolo #likeforlike #gratitude #pixie #poet #literature #writer #gloom #flower #girl #namaste #r4r #mahalo #poesia #aloha

De pé, deitada ou sentada De manhã, à tarde, de noite ou na madrugada Em transe, dormindo ou acordada Contemplando a janela ou a estrada Após acordar e antes de adormecer Em todos os âmbitos que permeiam o ser Olhos cachoeira, coração deserto A pensar no que é tão longe, mas tão perto Violentamente açoitada pela vida Medrosa, insegura, vulnerável e aturdida Paralizada diante de tanta incerteza Xícara de café repousando sobre a mesa Fumegante e amargo a aguardar a sorvida Rascunho de um retrato qualquer Fragilidade em forma de mulher Transbordando tantas dúvidas e dor Milagre em Stand by, renda, borboleta e flor À espera da felicidade, mais nada ou ninguém Vazio pleno de saudade; teus olhos: só desdém 😟 #poetry #butterfly #lace #yolo #likeforlike #gratitude #pixie #poet #literature #writer #gloom #flower #girl #namaste #r4r #mahalo #poesia #aloha

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How we poison ourselves to escape pain and numb our minds differ. Yet, there are ways in which we do so that numb all of the outside noise, yet at the same time increases the intensity of the agony. 
Perpetually, I have sought ways to deaden down and and alleviate that which I struggle with. I realize now after years that some things will always haunt us and will always leave us feeling incomplete, or forever broken.
Advice only goes so far. Love yourself as fully as possible, forgive yourself as fully as possible, and fight this endeavor as fully as your body and mind allow.
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#mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealth #depression #quoteoftheday #poetry #art #writing #writer #instagood #webstagram #quotes #words #quote #wordsmith ———————————————————————————

——————————————————————————— How we poison ourselves to escape pain and numb our minds differ. Yet, there are ways in which we do so that numb all of the outside noise, yet at the same time increases the intensity of the agony. Perpetually, I have sought ways to deaden down and and alleviate that which I struggle with. I realize now after years that some things will always haunt us and will always leave us feeling incomplete, or forever broken. Advice only goes so far. Love yourself as fully as possible, forgive yourself as fully as possible, and fight this endeavor as fully as your body and mind allow. ——————————————————————————— #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealth #depression #quoteoftheday #poetry #art #writing #writer #instagood #webstagram #quotes #words #quote #wordsmith ———————————————————————————

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The Greatest Party on Earth. #20 dedicated to my brother @tyleraustinhale

The Greatest Party on Earth. #20 dedicated to my brother @tyleraustinhale

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Resembling a deserted spot
Is the void in my heart..
That clots the blood of time
Leaving my torn soul apart..
Like some uncrowded blank place 
That seem like infinity..
I'm empty inside and left behind
Abondoned for eternity..
Standing there over 
The edge of my sanity..
About to fall, harder 
I look for clarity..
Waiting for a straight road
Clear of whatever there is..
Because believe me,
Patience is not a bliss..
My last drop of courage
Is now spent..
My faith is broken
My hope is bent..
With no light left
My eyes do cry..
May I reach my self 
Before I die..
~Ana🎈
#sad #poetry #poet #poem #depressed #author
#bookish #books #bibliophile #creativewriting #thingsifeel #summer #photography #instadaily #bookworms #amediting #amwriting #authorlife #tweegram #kindle #instagood #literature #alone #booknerdigans #writerscorner #thinking #writersofinstagram #thoughts #booklover #obsessed

Resembling a deserted spot Is the void in my heart.. That clots the blood of time Leaving my torn soul apart.. Like some uncrowded blank place That seem like infinity.. I'm empty inside and left behind Abondoned for eternity.. Standing there over The edge of my sanity.. About to fall, harder I look for clarity.. Waiting for a straight road Clear of whatever there is.. Because believe me, Patience is not a bliss.. My last drop of courage Is now spent.. My faith is broken My hope is bent.. With no light left My eyes do cry.. May I reach my self Before I die.. ~Ana🎈 #sad #poetry #poet #poem #depressed #author #bookish #books #bibliophile #creativewriting #thingsifeel #summer #photography #instadaily #bookworms #amediting #amwriting #authorlife #tweegram #kindle #instagood #literature #alone #booknerdigans #writerscorner #thinking #writersofinstagram #thoughts #booklover #obsessed

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On Love. #19

On Love. #19

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Don't lose it. #18

Don't lose it. #18

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The GAME. #17

The GAME. #17

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sweet, yellow nectar fills his heart with love.
wherever she looks, 
she will find him expanding in the warm glow of sunlight.
everywhere she wanders, she will feel his nurtured roots bursting into the vibrancy of autumn leaves. 
she found a cure in the sunlit reflection of warmth swirling inside of his oceanic eyes. 
and they grew together amongst wildflowers, nourishing their growth through a gold speckled heart in the sky. 
a collaborative acrylic painting created by my love, @jellyfishfrizzyhead and i, on a 24

sweet, yellow nectar fills his heart with love. wherever she looks, she will find him expanding in the warm glow of sunlight. everywhere she wanders, she will feel his nurtured roots bursting into the vibrancy of autumn leaves. she found a cure in the sunlit reflection of warmth swirling inside of his oceanic eyes. and they grew together amongst wildflowers, nourishing their growth through a gold speckled heart in the sky. a collaborative acrylic painting created by my love, @jellyfishfrizzyhead and i, on a 24"x30" stretched canvas. #wordpainting #poetry #acrylic #painting #art #psychedelic #collaboration #commission #abstract #nurturedbynature #organic #growth #wildflowers #roots #yellow #dragonflies #heart #tree #vibrancy #nourishment #love #nature #wilderness #pisces #taurus #artofmeendyandmeetch #meendy #meetch #plantallies #dragonfly

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she tore the curtains off from the windows of her cell.
sunlight poured in,
covered cold, hard surfaces with beaming yellow rays.
she kissed the lips of a fish;
he carried himself to her, flowing in a sea of vibrant yellow.
he is strong enough to bear swimming through waterfalls of sunshine.
she bathed in the purity of her pisces lover's heart, traced his yellow with deep carvings of red.
reawakened.
she became dew drops born from the warmth of chamomile sunlight,
and they drifted home together amongst waves of eternal love.
💛🌞 @jellyfishfrizzyhead #wordpainting #beaming #pure #love #thawed #warm #meetch #yellow #red #pisces #eternallove #taurus #flow #riverbots #nourish #cosmicbath #honeydew #poetry #art #organic #growth #nurturebynature #life #roots #meendy #artofmeendyandmeetch #poem #freeverse

she tore the curtains off from the windows of her cell. sunlight poured in, covered cold, hard surfaces with beaming yellow rays. she kissed the lips of a fish; he carried himself to her, flowing in a sea of vibrant yellow. he is strong enough to bear swimming through waterfalls of sunshine. she bathed in the purity of her pisces lover's heart, traced his yellow with deep carvings of red. reawakened. she became dew drops born from the warmth of chamomile sunlight, and they drifted home together amongst waves of eternal love. 💛🌞 @jellyfishfrizzyhead #wordpainting #beaming #pure #love #thawed #warm #meetch #yellow #red #pisces #eternallove #taurus #flow #riverbots #nourish #cosmicbath #honeydew #poetry #art #organic #growth #nurturebynature #life #roots #meendy #artofmeendyandmeetch #poem #freeverse

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