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To my dearest Parisa,
You’ll want many things,
You’ll want to do many things,
You’ll want to say many things.
In life, you’ll hear many yes’s and no’s.
You can turn them into blessings or blows.
But never lose hope.
Turn that hopeless ‘maybe later’
To a promising ‘next time’,
And if hope fails because sometimes it does.
If the sun doesn’t shine, because sometimes, rain it must.
Remember courage, remember grace.
Wake up the next morning,
Tell yourself, ‘Today is a new day
And I will try again.’
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To my dearest Parisa, You’ll want many things, You’ll want to do many things, You’ll want to say many things. In life, you’ll hear many yes’s and no’s. You can turn them into blessings or blows. But never lose hope. Turn that hopeless ‘maybe later’ To a promising ‘next time’, And if hope fails because sometimes it does. If the sun doesn’t shine, because sometimes, rain it must. Remember courage, remember grace. Wake up the next morning, Tell yourself, ‘Today is a new day And I will try again.’ . #namalsiddiqui #namalsiddiquipoetry #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #instapoetry #children #nieces #auntylove #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead

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blood dipped back, 
red stained lips turning blue

liqoured up on your lies like cognac,
unaware of your changing hue

but my dear heart, coal black,
burning red, worth more than a leu

sold down the river, grounded to tarmac,
out of view, like a masked statue

the box of evils opens with a clack, 
and devil closes in on you

you, now reside in a fatigue crack,
cut to pieces, formed again in two. //betrayal// #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #instapoet #instapoetry #creativewriting #writingcommunity #yqbaba #art #poets #writers #prose #lovequotes #life #poetryporn #yqdidi #poetryofinstagram #poemsporn #writersnetwork #poemsofinstagram #quotestoliveby #follow #instapoem #wordgasm #lifequotes #bymepoetry #instagood #write #motivation #book

blood dipped back, red stained lips turning blue liqoured up on your lies like cognac, unaware of your changing hue but my dear heart, coal black, burning red, worth more than a leu sold down the river, grounded to tarmac, out of view, like a masked statue the box of evils opens with a clack, and devil closes in on you you, now reside in a fatigue crack, cut to pieces, formed again in two. //betrayal// #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #instapoet #instapoetry #creativewriting #writingcommunity #yqbaba #art #poets #writers #prose #lovequotes #life #poetryporn #yqdidi #poetryofinstagram #poemsporn #writersnetwork #poemsofinstagram #quotestoliveby #follow #instapoem #wordgasm #lifequotes #bymepoetry #instagood #write #motivation #book

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Throwback to Open Mic 3.0
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The next time on 6th day of August, it wasn't just a simple open mic, this was when the horizons expanded, the limitations were cut down and all the poets, storytellers, singers and instrumentalists joined the glory of being a performer, enchanting the audience with melodies that we can still hear.
Our very own Ankita Jain (@ankita_jain_annie) adjudged the event and helped the performers improve their talent!
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Date : August 5th, 2018
Venue : Lakshmi nagar, Delhi
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To watch videos, visit our YouTube channel, link in bio.
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For further updates, 
Follow @pennedpeeps_updates 
Initiative by : Penned Peeps™ (@penned_peeps)
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Special thanks to @writers_world19 @the_unheard_voicess

Throwback to Open Mic 3.0 ------------------------------------------- The next time on 6th day of August, it wasn't just a simple open mic, this was when the horizons expanded, the limitations were cut down and all the poets, storytellers, singers and instrumentalists joined the glory of being a performer, enchanting the audience with melodies that we can still hear. Our very own Ankita Jain (@ankita_jain_annie) adjudged the event and helped the performers improve their talent! ------------------------------------------- Date : August 5th, 2018 Venue : Lakshmi nagar, Delhi ------------------------------------------- To watch videos, visit our YouTube channel, link in bio. ------------------------------------------- For further updates, Follow @pennedpeeps_updates Initiative by : Penned Peeps™ (@penned_peeps) ------------------------------------------- Special thanks to @writers_world19 @the_unheard_voicess

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Giving can be draining. Do not be a people pleaser 👊 Prioritise your time this holiday season.

Credit: @adam.roa

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Giving can be draining. Do not be a people pleaser 👊 Prioritise your time this holiday season. Credit: @adam.roa _______________________________________________ For a chance to be featured, put up a post expressing your thoughts on loving your body or personality despite the odds. Tag @poetry.pod and use the hashtag #noapologiestuesday . _________________________________________________ #noapologies #tuesday #noapologiestuesday #noapologiesmovement #selflove #selfcare #giving #priority #doyou #noregrets #holiday #season #giving #spokenword #inspire #empower #motivation #poetryisnotdead #poetrylovers #poetrypod

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I miss y'all so much. I wish I had 5 more minutes with you. 😓 Holidays aren't the same. Life itself isn't the same without you. Y'all had every piece of my heart and I would do anything to have you back. ❤

Dedicated to the many friends I lost in this short year.
Justin.
Papi.
Kelly.
Dave.
Jack.
Audrey.

Please be waiting and watching over me. I need y'all. The tears I've cried over you can't be counted. Nor can the pieces of my heart be restored. I just miss you.

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I miss y'all so much. I wish I had 5 more minutes with you. 😓 Holidays aren't the same. Life itself isn't the same without you. Y'all had every piece of my heart and I would do anything to have you back. ❤ Dedicated to the many friends I lost in this short year. Justin. Papi. Kelly. Dave. Jack. Audrey. Please be waiting and watching over me. I need y'all. The tears I've cried over you can't be counted. Nor can the pieces of my heart be restored. I just miss you. #deep #feelings #writing #lostlovedones #heaven #missyou #iloveyou #poetry #poetryislife #spilledink #igpoet #love #poet #poetrycommunity #lovepoetry #bymepoetry #poetryisnotdead #follow4follow #followforfollow #f4f #l4l #followforfollowback #follow4followback #like4like #likeforlike

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Don't be afraid of being different.
Be afraid of being the same as everyone else.🌠

Don't be afraid of being different. Be afraid of being the same as everyone else.🌠

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Step —————————————————————— 5 GRACES IS BACK IN STOCK! AN EXCLUSIVE SIGNED POEM FREE WITH EVERY COPY! Content rights are reserved. © Vrushab Rao 2018 Buy my Bestseller book – 5 Graces now. Ebook and paperback are both available. All links are available here – http://wp.me/s7y4Me-books Share your reviews. That’s what makes a poet feel blessed. The link is also available in my bio. #quotes #instapic #writing #poetrycommunity #words #qotd #wordsmith #poetrybooks #motivation #poetry #writerscommunity #wordporn #poetryisnotdead #5graces #toweringtalesofyore #inspiration #wordplay #wordgasm #poetsofig #wordsofwisdom #literature #reading #positivethinking #inspirationalquotes #madewords

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As you waddle and wag down the path one last trying not to drag the tips of your ears and your swag, I think of reaching down into my bag of tricks but come up with nothing to grab. I’m sad. I’m at a loss for words and I’m rifling through all the pictures that I’ve had. The tears keep flowing but it isn’t so bad. I remember you taking peanut butter ever so gently from my fingertips and howling when you’d hear my car pull up in the drive. Laughter often fell from my lips, as you’d roll over on your basset hound hips, and make me thankful to be alive. I wish I could of supplied fountain of youth sips for you to forever survive. You will live on in the roots of a tree, fresh ink within me, and of course fond memory. And should these things not be enough, causing you in my mind to give me the typical Cash stare, I hope when I die to hear your ruff, arriving at heaven to find you’re already there. I love you Buddy. Rest In Peace Money.
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As you waddle and wag down the path one last trying not to drag the tips of your ears and your swag, I think of reaching down into my bag of tricks but come up with nothing to grab. I’m sad. I’m at a loss for words and I’m rifling through all the pictures that I’ve had. The tears keep flowing but it isn’t so bad. I remember you taking peanut butter ever so gently from my fingertips and howling when you’d hear my car pull up in the drive. Laughter often fell from my lips, as you’d roll over on your basset hound hips, and make me thankful to be alive. I wish I could of supplied fountain of youth sips for you to forever survive. You will live on in the roots of a tree, fresh ink within me, and of course fond memory. And should these things not be enough, causing you in my mind to give me the typical Cash stare, I hope when I die to hear your ruff, arriving at heaven to find you’re already there. I love you Buddy. Rest In Peace Money. . . . . . #dogsofinstagram #dogs #mansbestfriend #buddies #alldogsgotoheaven #cashchronicles #photography #instapics #photographersofig #pictures #artistic #creative #creation #writersofig #writerswrite #writersofinstagram #writinglife #words #selfpublishing #sidewayseightprojects #poet #poets #poem #poems #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poemsofinstagram

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~Much~
With love,
Peach

~Much~ With love, Peach

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“[This book] was so gripping. I kept reading it to my husband and crying over things.” – Ashley, an early beta reader of Dear Danger.

Dear Danger is available for pre-order on Amazon. Link in my bio.

Art by @cm__art.

“[This book] was so gripping. I kept reading it to my husband and crying over things.” – Ashley, an early beta reader of Dear Danger. Dear Danger is available for pre-order on Amazon. Link in my bio. Art by @cm__art.

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So much of what we live goes on inside-
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The diaries of grief, 
the tounge-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love
are no less real.
For having passed unsaid
What we conceal
Is always more
than we dare confide.
Think of the letters
we write our dead.
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-- Dana Gioia
// Unsaid //

So much of what we live goes on inside- . The diaries of grief, the tounge-tied aches Of unacknowledged love are no less real. For having passed unsaid What we conceal Is always more than we dare confide. Think of the letters we write our dead. . . -- Dana Gioia // Unsaid //

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There are things in life that you can't fix anymore. All you have to do is accept and embrace it. Then move on. There are other things that the universe  has prepared for you.  Believe me. #comb #fix #hairsalon #barber -
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There are things in life that you can't fix anymore. All you have to do is accept and embrace it. Then move on. There are other things that the universe has prepared for you. Believe me. #comb #fix #hairsalon #barber - - #tissuepoetry #black #white #love #passion #art #artist #writer #poet #writing #poetry #poeticverses #poetryisnotdead #love #quotes #photooftheday #beautiful #follow #photo #my #book #text #poem #writer #wordart #instaart

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Do you feel that?
While you're lost in this world.
Secluded,
Standing in the crowd.
The feeling of sinking down.
Without a return ticket to the surface.
-SD❣️
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Pc: Pinterest.

Do you feel that? While you're lost in this world. Secluded, Standing in the crowd. The feeling of sinking down. Without a return ticket to the surface. -SD❣️ . . Pc: Pinterest.

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A @manchesterorchestra radio playlist made me write this.

What’s on your sappy playlist?

A @manchesterorchestra radio playlist made me write this. What’s on your sappy playlist?

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You don't always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, let go, and see what happens.
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Du brauchst nicht immer einen Plan. Manchmal muss man einfach atmen, vertrauen, loslassen und sehen, was passiert.
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You don't always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, let go, and see what happens. . Du brauchst nicht immer einen Plan. Manchmal muss man einfach atmen, vertrauen, loslassen und sehen, was passiert. . . . . #poetry #poem #poet #writing #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #tattoo #instapoet #inked #typewriter #prose #poets #creativewriting #instapoem #writers #write #writerscommunity #instapoetry #writingcommunity #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #igpoets #weisheiten #zitate #sprüche

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There’s streets I walk on and wonder about their ostentatious history. I wonder how many loves were birthed there, how many tears fell on the ground with their  broken dreams, and how many  laughters and whimpers we’re absorbed by the tender yet strong walls. I think about the many things that stay the same while time changes others.

I wonder when I’m no longer here on this earth, will someone ask the same questions? Will someone hear the echo of my words when I spoke of my greatest love? Will the walls paint in the same forlorn colors as my heart when he became my worst heartache? Will that person be you?

There’s streets I walk on and wonder about their ostentatious history. I wonder how many loves were birthed there, how many tears fell on the ground with their broken dreams, and how many laughters and whimpers we’re absorbed by the tender yet strong walls. I think about the many things that stay the same while time changes others. I wonder when I’m no longer here on this earth, will someone ask the same questions? Will someone hear the echo of my words when I spoke of my greatest love? Will the walls paint in the same forlorn colors as my heart when he became my worst heartache? Will that person be you?

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You are the perfect storm 
That I still chase
even on sunny days...
ELLE BOR
📷🛠 @atil.design

******************************************* You are the perfect storm That I still chase even on sunny days... ELLE BOR 📷🛠 @atil.design

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They say I’m a lost cause
And sometimes I believe them
On nights I play hide and seek
with my own pulse
I love moving on
and things that come
then don’t return
Or the tiptoeing
on a stranger’s bedroom floor
at the birth of dawn
I am a sentinel
when it comes to my own heart
that thrives on its affinity
to all things momentary
as midnight drives
closing times
red eye flights
When I fabricate this reality
that I will never be alone
yet no one can hold me hostage
My thumbs were never green
even before my departure
but it wasn’t the absence of a garden
that cost me my home
I’m always searching
for the insatiable
found only in the thrill
of the fleeting
Something similar
to the boy I once loved
who came to be the man I lost
And I wonder if he spurred my addiction to the temporary
or perhaps I was never made for permanence…
 Elle Bor

************************************************************ They say I’m a lost cause And sometimes I believe them On nights I play hide and seek with my own pulse I love moving on and things that come then don’t return Or the tiptoeing on a stranger’s bedroom floor at the birth of dawn I am a sentinel when it comes to my own heart that thrives on its affinity to all things momentary as midnight drives closing times red eye flights When I fabricate this reality that I will never be alone yet no one can hold me hostage My thumbs were never green even before my departure but it wasn’t the absence of a garden that cost me my home I’m always searching for the insatiable found only in the thrill of the fleeting Something similar to the boy I once loved who came to be the man I lost And I wonder if he spurred my addiction to the temporary or perhaps I was never made for permanence… Elle Bor

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A letter to you at 3am, Elle Bor Ophelia Series
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I should be fine by now
But this waking-up-at-3-am thing
and finding-myself-in-the-graveyard thing
With a shovel full of rust
So I can again excavate
whatever’s left of a corpse
The one that is survived
by your heart  and mine 
This casket feels heavy
from the many stolen things
we have yet to return
Like the nights
we laid intertwined
on a bed
that’s neither yours nor mine
watching the clock move
until it’s 3 am
when it’s time
to go home to
the ones who bear our last names 
I once said I would never
tattoo a man’s name on my body
but here all over this skin
your name I wrote willfully
in permanent passport ink
to commemorate the many places
that witnessed our forbidden kisses
the countless dwellings
we never made a home of

See the beauty about us,
is everything that humbled me
Because I thought I was invincible
until I became fluid in your grasp
But I’ll be okay
once I rid myself
of the pollution in my sleep
and no longer have to surrender
to your pseudo calls
at 3am deep 
And I have accepted the difference
between belonging together
and being meant for each other
Our love will always carry through
the tow of time and change
But it will remain just how it was,
a fire in a cage.
ELLE BOR , Ophelia Series
📷 @atil.design

A letter to you at 3am, Elle Bor Ophelia Series ************************************************************ I should be fine by now But this waking-up-at-3-am thing and finding-myself-in-the-graveyard thing With a shovel full of rust So I can again excavate whatever’s left of a corpse The one that is survived by your heart  and mine This casket feels heavy from the many stolen things we have yet to return Like the nights we laid intertwined on a bed that’s neither yours nor mine watching the clock move until it’s 3 am when it’s time to go home to the ones who bear our last names I once said I would never tattoo a man’s name on my body but here all over this skin your name I wrote willfully in permanent passport ink to commemorate the many places that witnessed our forbidden kisses the countless dwellings we never made a home of See the beauty about us, is everything that humbled me Because I thought I was invincible until I became fluid in your grasp But I’ll be okay once I rid myself of the pollution in my sleep and no longer have to surrender to your pseudo calls at 3am deep And I have accepted the difference between belonging together and being meant for each other Our love will always carry through the tow of time and change But it will remain just how it was, a fire in a cage. ELLE BOR , Ophelia Series 📷 @atil.design

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oldie but goodie...
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I crave them,
all the frills of the extraordinary 
To run into the blue sky 
as the sunlight bends 
underneath my feet
And time becomes my only adversary 
I want that for me,
to break away from the clutches 
of my own inhibition 
And to be loved urgently,
As if love itself 
has fallen into the brink
of extinction 
ELLE BOR ************************************************************

oldie but goodie... ************************************************************ I crave them, all the frills of the extraordinary To run into the blue sky as the sunlight bends underneath my feet And time becomes my only adversary I want that for me, to break away from the clutches of my own inhibition And to be loved urgently, As if love itself has fallen into the brink of extinction ELLE BOR ************************************************************

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I always wondered what the world would look like when you’re right next to me...

I always wondered what the world would look like when you’re right next to me...

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She bleeds 
So his touch can reach her
and cut through skin deep 
to feel that bit of tenderness 
he describes as generosity 
All 365 days 
and unnumbered seconds in between 
She could have  shifted continents
with all these tears 
and rewrote the stars just by the radiance in her heart
Yet she lays there in decay
Feet bound to the roots 
of this ancient tomb 
Getting drunk with the fate 
she thinks she couldn’t defy 
And some see a hell storm
Others, a winter prison
These sharp edges 
he calls Love 
Elle Bor

************************************************************ She bleeds So his touch can reach her and cut through skin deep to feel that bit of tenderness he describes as generosity All 365 days and unnumbered seconds in between She could have shifted continents with all these tears and rewrote the stars just by the radiance in her heart Yet she lays there in decay Feet bound to the roots of this ancient tomb Getting drunk with the fate she thinks she couldn’t defy And some see a hell storm Others, a winter prison These sharp edges he calls Love Elle Bor

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There’s a reason for spring 
To blossom after winter
a reason for the leaves 
to die after summer
a reason for people 
to stay in love with their memories 
You are my WHY
Elle Bor

******************************************* There’s a reason for spring To blossom after winter a reason for the leaves to die after summer a reason for people to stay in love with their memories You are my WHY Elle Bor

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World Poetry Day ************************************************************
“Tomorrow”, we said
I’ll tell her
I’ll tell him 
But that was the last
of our stolen afternoons
the last sunset 
with our hands clasped together 
on this rooftop

So we lay here in rot
Miles apart 
with the words left unsaid
Forever prisoners of the love we can only shout in silence 
Elle Bor

World Poetry Day ************************************************************ “Tomorrow”, we said I’ll tell her I’ll tell him But that was the last of our stolen afternoons the last sunset with our hands clasped together on this rooftop So we lay here in rot Miles apart with the words left unsaid Forever prisoners of the love we can only shout in silence Elle Bor

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My quarrel is not with how much love I can give you 
but in accepting that I wouldn’t get any back
Elle Bor

******************************************* My quarrel is not with how much love I can give you but in accepting that I wouldn’t get any back Elle Bor

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Out of all the love traps I came upon, yours was the only one I fell into..

Out of all the love traps I came upon, yours was the only one I fell into..

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I slipped into your mystery,
quite like a meteor and its celestial storm 
crumbling against the atmosphere
of your rigid walls
The death I drank slowly 
With only these pieces left of my heart,
I can no longer love you fully..
Elle Bor

************************************************************ I slipped into your mystery, quite like a meteor and its celestial storm crumbling against the atmosphere of your rigid walls The death I drank slowly With only these pieces left of my heart, I can no longer love you fully.. Elle Bor

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I am an adventure
chartered by a pair 
of worn out shoes 
In search for limbo 
and entrapment 
with strangers 
and their 
comings 
goings
hellos 
and goodbyes 
that don’t bleed me
when spoken 
Elle Bor

************************************************************ I am an adventure chartered by a pair of worn out shoes In search for limbo and entrapment with strangers and their comings goings hellos and goodbyes that don’t bleed me when spoken Elle Bor

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For you , Love will always be without caution...

For you , Love will always be without caution...

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