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Thursday, February 28, 2019
Beating like a mad drummer trying to take a stand. Pounding like a stranger walking up the road trying to understand. Life, love, happiness and sadness, sanity and madness, is it all up to fate? Let go, let go, allow yourself to let it go. If time is constant and we are on the same path, can you cast me a line? In the reflection of this store front window can I go back in time? #lovequotes #couplegoals #honest #intentions Hlovepoem #snippets #poetrycommunity #agapelove #poetrylife #poetrytribe #instapoetry #prosepoetry #instalove #igwrites #iwrite #amwriting #writing #lovepoetry #daily #spilledink #spilledpoetry #poetsofinstagram #poetslife #crownheightspublishingInstagram
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Don't leave, or keep the door open behind you, if you must leave. Be free, pain free, you were Superman for a long time. Inspiration for the broken, you sang words that most could not have spoken. You won't leave, the windows will blow in your spirit, your love and your strength. Set free, no more pain, one can only be super man for a short time. You woke up the dreamers, you made us all believers that anything is possible, anything is possible. Never goodbye, never so long, we'll see you each time someone smiles or dresses up in costume for others to see and to heal. We'll see you in the world to come, where there are no tears and no one cries for the young who have gone. We'll see you within our faith, within our power and in the sweet dreams that we will make come true. #bde #dj #djcohen #teamdjInstagram
Her hair falls softly, she never truly smiles. Watching her as she bathes, her beauty overwhelming her heart so wild. She walks towards me, all wet and with that smile. She opens her door for me and invites me for a while. Do you believe in Paradise? Do you believe in hell? Look straight into my eyes. The aroma of sulfur mixed in with salt water and sand. A new day, a show upon the tables. Where the voices will rise and the man will close the bar and walk her home. She never truly smiles, she just reveals a smirk or a grin. Her heart beats wild but she'll never let you in. She is aglow with a sordid sort of purity, red eyes and pink hair, the stream of freedom has held her captive and now she can never truly be free. A new day, a show as she dances up on the tables, of a seedy bar off of highway thirty five. You see her dry crying, false smiling and moving to a beat but she is barely alive. I remember her before she died and became a slave to false freedom. #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poems #writer #spilledink #addiction #alone #writing #poetryisnotdead #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #lyrics #creativewriting #dancing #lost #poets #writers #poetsociety #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #writersofig #loveInstagram
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Through your window, a divided curtain reveals a glimpse of your shadow. Watching from the street below, hoping for you to see me and to summon me to your room. Bell rings, flags unfurled and hoisted up onto the flag pole. My love for you is painful and until I hold you in my arms again, I will always be pining for your love. A window, curtains parted, I yearn to come inside to you, to embrace you and to set you free. #writerscommunity #writtenword #freddyzalta #love #parted #writersifig #embraceInstagram
There is a journey, a trip of sorts. Around a thin passageway and a road filled with pools of lava. We walk in groups for fear of being stranded alone, fallen in a ravine. The vultures glide low searching for the dead or the dying. We walk in groups but we are always alone. Looking down at the dried up riverbed we can feel the dead heat sun searing through our skin and dried up bones. We wonder if our prayers can survive long enough to find the One we hope you respond. We pray in groups of ten and we sing in ancient tongues as we circle around this ledge, avoiding the fallen boulders and pebbles. Take my hand, I will give you all that I can. As you walk in the valley of the shadows of... Take my hand and find the truth inside of you, to empower you, to thrust your trust into your soul. Anything is possible, anything is possible... #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poems #writer #writing #poetryisnotdead #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #lyrics #creativewriting #typewriter #poets #writers #poetsociety #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #writersofig #loveInstagram
Monday, February 25, 2019
They say it's a thin line between love and lust and only time will reveal the difference. I know that I once lusted her and I could swear that I loved her as well. It all happened so fast and we both thought it would be an easy road. But love is not a sprint on a rose petal covered, newly paved smooth road - love is a long and mysterious stroll into an undiscovered rocky road. Dozens of roses, love letters and kisses do not truly define what love is. Love is walking into that undiscovered country side by side, each one willing to sacrifice whatever it takes for each other. Love comes with elastic expectations. The dreams and hopes we have when we first look into each other's eyes, when we feel each other's heartbeat and create a world together; they are replaced with the simpler hope for health and happiness. Life is unpredictable, love is unpredictable. There are so many distractions that can cause love to swerve off the path...Instagram
Through the clouds I can see you. In the stream of light I am warmed by you. A sense of rediscovery, revival or rebirth. I can feel you. Rainbows and shooting stars, full moons and bright suns. A sky filled with stars, an eclipse... If love has no answers it sure has so many questions, with only one worthy of a reply. The currency of this land is truth and it will take you anywhere you should be going. A boat on the river stranded and unmanned. Can you see it? Can you explain how it got there? In true life, we don't do what we love, we learn to love what we need to do. Otherwise we should leave and find another way. Love, boats and a beam of light... Enough to find my way home. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
I rewrote the ending of Farewell to Arms, the last page of it, 39 times before I was satisfied ... —Ernest Hemingway #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Sunday, February 24, 2019
A lit candle, a brand new day and the sounds of birds, singing, singing. A sweet voice, a guide and a mentor, a smile and a deep appreciation of each soul encountered. A garden, a tree, psalms and a bench. Tunes one must adhere to, knowledge one must cling to and love one must impart in order for it to thrive. A room, a soft prayer, a smile and the sounds of angels singing as he walks once again into the garden, with trees and knowledge of love and life. It all is so clear here... A lit candle, a brand new day and the sounds of birds, singing, singing. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Friday, February 22, 2019
I took a walk through town the other morning, the stores had all changed and I could barely recognize where I was, if not for the street signs and the aroma of the old coffee shop from the other side of the tracks. The old pub is still there, the same sign and all, I wanted to walk in and order a pint, but it wasn't even nine o'clock yet, so I walked to get a cup of coffee. The coffee shop, fragrant with fresh coffee and memories, woke up my senses and reminded me of you. You were the dreamer, the one who knew it all, you could quote Bob Dylan and win at stickball. You always had a sadness inside of you, at least that's what Sally said, I never saw it. Singing on the sidewalk just because, stares from the passersbys as we sang song to song. You with that cowboy hat and me with my curly hair. Where are you now? Have you found a way to tame that darkness that only you could see? Did you ever learn to play the guitar or to sing along on key? Where have you been? Too much time has passed and I don't even remember if you were real or a character from a movie or a book I once read. I hope you found the words, I hope you found your place in this world. If you can sense these words written towards the universe, give me a call, I'll buy you a pint or a meal. I'd like to see you if only to confirm that my memories are for real. Remember that waitress with too much makeup and too small skirt? She is still here, still too much makeup but thankfully a longer skirt. Henry still owns the place and still works all day. I asked him about you but he didn't even remember me. I walked towards the schoolyard, where we lived our days. It's much smaller than how I remember, isn't everything? Too many years have passed, truly in the blink of an eye. I have no photographs, letters or proof of you and I. Just some memories in the back of my mind and in the corner of my heart, where I will always see you singing and smiling. Wish I could see you singing and smiling. #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #memory #writersofinstagram #writerInstagram
Thursday, February 21, 2019
It's all temporary, the perfect days to the please end already days. The long nights when sleep never visits to the dream filled sweetness of sleeps. The snow cold days will give way to the 100 degree humid days and then it will rain again until the sun decides to come back out and brighten up our days. Hold on tight, to the seconds that must be ingested and kept safe for future reference. Hold on tight, the times of stress will pass, as Mae Singer told me once, "this too shall pass." I remember... It's all a rung on the ladder to the next level of our life. So take a deep breath and be present. Face your fears and you will find they are not that scary after all. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Ten Million Smiles
Ten million smiles… But where does it all go? That magic and spiritual warmth? Are the lights shut down forever? How can something that existed for so long suddenly be extinguished and one day, forgotten? A life in pictures, smiles and adoration. Cold winter days and storms brewing. Your eyes were like a furnace warning up the room, the city, the world. Our world.
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
There, across the pond, there is a small house, an old man lives there alone, they call him Boo Radley. Nobody rings his doorbell and nobody even walks past his house. He's got this big dog in his yard, it scares the kids away. Once in a while you'll see him standing on his front porch, or looking through his bedroom window. Nobody stares back, nobody wants to. They say he once was a good dancer and even had a girl. Nobody remembers and nobody cares. That he is made of flesh and blood just like theirs. That he once was cradled and kissed, he once was loved and cared for. There is a house, it' sits across from a small pond… Once upon a lifetime ago there was a family and a little child. Time brings with it a lot of changes and false signs of hope. Now there is just an old man there and they call him Boo Radley. #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poems #writer #spilledink #wordporn #writing #poetryisnotdead #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #lyrics #creativewriting #typewriter #poets #writers #poetsociety #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #writersofig #love #breakuppoems #relationshipsInstagram
Sunday, February 17, 2019
... and I see myself, strangely, in images throughout my history. From 1966, 1977, 1982, 2000 and 2019... Baggy jeans and a sweater. Sneakers and curly short hair. Always messy in a Freddy sort of way. Walking proud, always proud, smiling and at times too loud, yet sometimes in the shadows for privacy or personal reasons. The time I spent in prison brought slices of myself that still amaze me and teach me to understand destiny and to see God's hand in the rhyming and the rhythm of days. Since that time I've been diced and sliced, I am overwhelmed each day. We are born and are meant to leave here with wrinkles, creases and bruises. Life is not an easy, but it can be so much fun at times. We should not die without blemishes from extreme use. Scars and loss of physical beauty should be replaced by experience and time spent impacting others positively. This is a beauty that can never age or be stolen by the passage of time, it will only increase with each passing day... As long as you live your life true your own vision of who you want to be. #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poems #writer #spilledink #wordporn #writing #poetryisnotdead #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #lyrics #creativewriting #typewriter #poets #writers #poetsociety #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #writersofig #love #breakuppoems #relationshipsInstagram
Who are we at any given moment is up to us. Are you smiling, frowning, doing or watching? On our faces we wear our different disguises to try and fool others simply because we don't want to explain why and how we got to this emotional island... Sometimes we just need to keep our feelings to ourselves because we know most people truly do not care to see or hear the truth in our faces or in our voice. #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poems #writer #spilledink #wordporn #writing #poetryisnotdead #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #lyrics #creativewriting #typewriter #poets #writers #poetsociety #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #writersofig #love #relationshipsInstagram
Friday, February 15, 2019
I was going through some stacks of pictures and papers when I came across this picture of you. It's from the early 80s and I remembered just how much we shared together during that time. I haven't spoken or seen much of you throughout these past close to 40 years. But seeing this picture brought back so many memories of you and I. We had some crazy times, everyone thought we were in drugs or been drinking. No drugs ever, we did drink a little but that passed because we realized how much more we enjoyed being sober together. Still when I see a shooting star or I catch a scent of that perfume you wore, my memory stands at attention and all I can do is think about is being 18 again without any fears or regrets. With you I have no regrets other than it would have been nice to keep in touch, if only to confirm the fact that my memories are actual and not just some distorted dream. If your reading this, hit me up just to say hello. Not looking for anything other than hope that you are happy and that you do remember those times as I do #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poems #writer #spilledink #wordporn #writing #poetryisnotdead #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #lyrics #creativewriting #typewriter #poets #writers #poetsociety #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #writersofig #love #breakuppoems #relationshipsInstagram
I found a path, a way back to where I came from. Is it true or another roller coaster ride into an outer space I don't belong in? She said yes. I said, now I need to decide. Is it just another roller coaster ride? Mud on my shoes, mud on my cuffs, tears in my eyes and blood on my chest. A path from the road, will it lead me back home? I don't know, I don't know, I don't know #poem #writer #poet #instapoem #writtenonthespot #love #path #homeInstagram
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
A larger umbrella, above our tiny ones. Like a big top tent providing shelter from a storm. Hail, snow, sleet, rain and raging sunshine. That umbrella is always there when ours has broken or has flown away. The strength is within you, it always has been, to think another has answers is a fools journey in wasted time. #empoweryourself #empowerothers #empowerothers #innerpeace #believeinyouInstagram
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Shadow by your Side
Shadows on the sidewalk, two people walking holding hands, speaking a foreign tongue quite animatedly. Jealousy and insecurity, hand in hand, destroying the vestiges of a love that was once so intense. Causes and the effects of life sometimes are imaginary. Just like those shadows we try and outrun. Our own shadows we cannot outrun.
Shadows. I see shadows floating past me, in the darkness living in the reflection of the moonlight. I hear a faint sound of an old tune. Being played on an accordion in a distant room. Perfect companion for this shadow and the moon. Stranger walks on past, really wearing all black and walking with a limp. Talking to himself or perhaps to another I cannot see. Perfect companion to this stranger dressed in black. A whispered conversation, hurriedly walking through the fallen leaves and branches. Hurricane wind, they call her Veronica, took down the final stragglers from this past summer. Leaves, branches, stars and dreams of forever love, strewn on these Brooklyn streets glistening from the rain. Shadows on the sidewalk, two people walking holding hands, speaking a foreign tongue quite animatedly. Jealousy and insecurity, hand in hand, destroying the vestiges of a love that was once so intense. Causes and the effects of life sometimes are imaginary. Just like those shadows we try and outrun. Our own shadows we cannot outrun. Words as always by Freddy Zalta Photo by Freddy Zalta using different photo enhancers. #writtenwords #poetryinmotion #summerlove #shadows #freddyzalta #poet #authorforhire #dreams #poeticlifeInstagram
Monday, February 11, 2019
To all the people talking about the Grammy's in a negative light, You all sound like old men. Just because we don't appreciate 90 percent of the music or the way the performers present themselves - doesn't mean it's irrelevant or bad - its a new generation's taste - just as our grandparents or parents didn't appreciate Elvis or the Beatles and labeled them as pornographic or lewd - comparing their music to classical music or the the crooners of their age (Bing Crosby, Al Jolson, Eddie Cantor, et al). I am not a fan of it either and my daughters hate to watch award shows with me - but...they are right. It is their generation now - I am old and passe. I mean, the music I followed is old and passe - yet still rings the bell whenever people listen to it. To me and to many music lovers of all ages, Jolson and company still sound marvelous, big band music, Elvis, Dylan, The Beatles, Elton, Bruce, so many others - it's not that they were better than the current crop - its just that they were ours and they represented our youth and our rebelliousness. It is a matter of listening without prejudice - not racial or sexual prejudice - but time prejudice. We were once the young generation and I remember very clearly my father going on an on about Al Jolson being the world's greatest entertainer and I told him, you haven't seen Bruce. His response? Bruce ooo Bruce - big deal. You ain't seen nothing until you seen Jolie on stage. So instead of watching these shows on a high horse and waiting for Mick Jagger or Barry Manilow (for you @morriskassab ) to get on stage - listen with an open mind and you may just find that it's not all that bad. #grammys #travisscott #jlo #aliciakeys #kendricklamar #mabadefInstagram
Sunday, February 10, 2019
An empty bag, hanging in the window sill. Outside it seems like it will snow, I don't think it will. Poems are written, songs are sung. Tears cannot be cried for fears of affecting the young. We are battle scarred, warriors from another place and time. We are the lovers and the dreamers, we always change our mind. Lions and elephants along a beaten path, two lovers walking from an event trying to find their way, home? We are strangers in our hometown, searching for answers all on our own. Tell me, sir, do you have the time? Ma'am have you been here before? When the day lasts long, into the evening and the sounds from the forest echo in song. Is it just as frightening when the moon is full? An empty bag, fallen to the ground...a ground of mud and dirty water running downhill. I feel that the sun will be here soon, I pray that it will. #nycwriters #bloggers #blogging #photopro #menwhowrite #poetry #poem #poets #aloneInstagram
Saturday, February 09, 2019
Light, love and life. Extinguished by darkness, hatred and death. When will this end? Fz @b.netanyahu “The late Ori Ansbacher was murdered in Jerusalem last night with shocking brutality. At this difficult hour we all embrace the Ansbacher family and the Tekoa community. The security forces are investigating the murder. We will find those responsible and deal with them to the fullest extent of the law.” From @haaretz Ansbacher's parents said on Friday that she had "a pure spirit" with an endless desire to make the world a better place. Speaking at the funeral, her mother, Naia Ansbacher, described Ori as "a child of words. Mainly poems. Words that expressed who you are and what you were. Now there are no words left, only thank you." "Thank you, my Ori," she said, "that you chose to come into this world through me. Thank you for 19 and a half years of light and joy. I ask now, as you rise up to a world where there is only good, that you give us the strength from above to continue to believe in the good in this world. Send us your light from above so we can continue to put on a good face." Her father, Gadi Ansbacher said, "I can hardly believe it when I think about the past year and a half - how you did so much. You were everything... you did it. You won. You lived a whole life. You are whole. You are whole. You are whole." Noa Landau contributed to this report.Instagram
Friday, February 08, 2019
Happy birthday to a girl who is a genuine rock star, she was fallen apart but she is better now. A smile that lights up a planet, a heart that is bigger than any planet and love that is always used to make this world a better place, a more fun place and more loving and closer environment. Love your socks, your post Malone aroma and your crazy strange laughter. You are everything amazing and beautiful, joyful and wonderful. Your quiet demeanor and soft spoken ways are a joy to hear as is your singing in the shower. I could go on and on... I adore you #happybirthdayInstagram
Bertha, Jonathan’s mother, was born in Budapest, Hungary on August 23, 1924. Her father was a highly regarded cardiologist and her mother had been a teacher at a small music school, teaching piano to middle schoolers. Bertha quickly took to the piano. She would listen and watch as her mother taught and played, ingesting each lesson and song. By the time she was 6 years old she was a classical pianist who was accepted into the National Hungarian Royal Franz Liszt Academy. Between the ages of 10 and 14 the whispers filled with adulation descended into shouts filled with hatred. At the age of 10 years old she was labeled a prodigy; by the time she was 14, she was labeled a "Jew,” expelled from the school and forbidden to play her instrument publicly lest she be arrested. Her family lived in an older home a block from the Danube. The home was an ornate two story building with five bedrooms. The piano was in the main parlor where a rounded window faced the well-manicured gardens and in the distance the Danube. It was in this parlor that her father, having returned from a Medical convention in Berlin, broke the news about the book burning that had taken place. “I was warned by my friend to leave Berlin two days ago, he told me that Goebbels would be speaking, and a large gathering would be taking place. I never in my imagination expected to see what happened.” Over forty thousand people gathered in the state opera square as Joseph Goebbels gave a hate filled speech directed primarily at the Jewish people - 25,000 books were then incinerated as hatred fueled the flames burning the words of Einstein, Freud and many other works which were now deemed, “Un-German.” Even at the age of 9 years she was in tears when her father told her about the book burnings across Germany; inconsolable, Bertha went on to dedicate herself to the piano with even more passion - learning the works of Liszt, Wagner, Mozart and many others. #Jews #Holocaust #neveragain #piano #igstory #writingcommunity #writer #authorInstagram
We enter into this world in an orgasmic explosion rudely introduced randomly to one another. We are sheltered, we are fed and we are encircled by warmth and flesh. A light suddenly appears and we are thrust into that light, whose effervescence, we soon will find, is not as consistent as promised. A pair of arms, a breast which we are too young to appreciate, a bed with bars and us, thoroughly lacking any voluntary motor functions. Years pass and you find yourself in a chair, in a class, in a building with rules to destroy any sense of independence or unconventional thinking or behavior. You must conform. Some of us reject these rules and end up with labels such as "Bad kid" or "disrespectful." Sometimes we are blessed with a teacher who understands and embraces individuality. Those are the ones we will remember forever. But other times we are given a teacher who hates their job and is not afraid to take it out on the kids. "There must be something wrong with him, he cannot sit still for more than 5 minutes at a time. He doesn't stop disrupting the class." I still cannot understand how I can be silent when a humorous situation presents itself. I also cannot sit silently while being forced to listen to someone who considers themselves my superior yet possesses none of the qualifications. At 8 years of age I was punished and sent to the principles office for making a comment about how God looks. "I picture God looking like the weatherman on Eyewitness News, Tex Antoine." "You picture our Lord, our heavenly Father as a weatherman?" The Rabbi, standing over six feet tall and looking down on me as I sat at my desk. "Yeah. He always knows how the weather is going to be. Only God knows the future, right?" "How dare you." "What?" "You compare Hashem with an actor? A weatherman?" "Is that wrong?" "Go to Rabbi Pearl's office now." Rabbi Pearl was the principle. "Why?" "Because you are disrespectful and do not understand the holiness of God." "Disrespectful?" He pulled me by my ear and led me to the door and closed it behind me. I walked to the principals office confused and in tears. #writingcommunity #yeshiva #writerscommunity #postoftheday #freddyzaltaInstagram
You stand on stage, a piano and curtains, in the spotlight and in the silence. Revealed? To be what? Whom? What is your story, sir? Will you sing it, play it or say it? On the stage you are alone, vulnerable and surrounded by a crowd of strangers. You stand up tall in your baggy jeans and hoodie, you stare into the faces of the audience and you know what to do. You smile. You've been here before and people don't scare you from being who you are… Who you truly are, not some role in a play or a song and dance routine. This is your stage, tonight. You take a deep breath and you smile. “I thought I'd start with a story, my story..." #broadway #igdreaming #writer #performer #photooftheday #act2 #empoweryourself #selflove #believeinyou #hot #jeansandhoodieInstagram
Thursday, February 07, 2019
Cryptic Words Unread
You write your pain and your freedom, in words that sometime rhyme. You express your inner fears and courageously climb the highest peaks and descend unknowingly or perhaps with full intent, towards the lowest peaks…
Is anyone listening, is anyone reading? Poems written in haste, you know the rhyme, got no time to waste. Tears flow through my fingers, words from a far away time and place? Or are they from this morning? Another empty cup of coffee, they disappear so quickly. Another morning of solitude, they come and go so quickly. The years flow through my fingers, emotions and scenes from the past and future, meld into the present. What I am, who I am today is nothing compared to who I will be, what I will be tomorrow. It is only a step, a footstep towards one destination in a lifetime of destinations. #poem #poems#poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #instapoetry #writersofinstagram #writing #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writer #creativewriting #poetryporn #poetrylovers #poetrysociety #igpoets #poet #poets #Discovery #destinations #freddyzaltaInstagram
Wednesday, February 06, 2019
Another tick of the clock, another day passes. Sun sets and starry skies, trees with no leaves suddenly begin to sprout once again. Seldom felt emotional passions, simply melt away on an island, that is surrounded by giant towers, connected by 4 bridges and infused with a champagne of electricity. The sun sets as another tick of the clock erases another memory, another day, another opportunity… To live is the greatest gift of all, to love is a true miracle. To sing is an emotional plea for attention, to dance is a prayer of sorts. To dream is the ultimate freedom, to simply exist the ultimate insult. The hands of the clock are spinning quickly, blurring reality with fantasy. It's ok, it's all right, it's ok. We can make it through, we will make it through. The road to the next road is surrounded by wild animals and the occasional blood stained jacket. We will survive this trek, we will survive… Love is a deep breath, hatred an inhalation of fire. Life is freedom, death is not an option. Farewell friends, farewell lovers, farewell acquaintances, farewell brothers life is now what is your choice? Hpoetry #love #selflove #positivity #happiness tcompassion #heartbreak #authorsofinstagram Hpoetrycommunity #breakup #heartbreak Hpoetryofinstagram #depression #mentalhealth #writerscommunity #poetryisnotdead HpoetrypageofficialInstagram
Tuesday, February 05, 2019
See the tiger jumping through hoops of fire, watch the elephant count to ten. Watch the beautiful acrobats walking on the wire, watch the young man catch her as she flys. Watch the ringmaster announcing tonight's main event, in the main tent… The vaudeville duo will dance and fall, dance and fall and then, dance and fall again. It's a circus life we live here, can't you see it? In the distance you can see the crowds heading towards us, in the corner you can see the turtle man walking with the two headed lady. The elephant man is cleaning up for his charge and the fire eaters are proofing their lamp oil as the sword swallower is breathing in and out. We are a Carnival of strangers, together as family, traveling the world until the very ends. Bring your children, bring your wife, hell bring your lovers too. It's time to confess, it's time to atone, it's time to pin our dreams to our chests and walk proud, walk proud... #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #motivationmonday #inspiration #freedom #darkness #empowering #newday #forgiveness #empowerothers #empowereachother #empowermentmoment #carnival #circus #highwireInstagram
Monday, February 04, 2019
We choose our path in our youth, subconsciously or perhaps given our choices in a dream. We are burdened with our destinies and we forget the exact versions we have chosen and why. We understand our true selves and simultaneously embrace and despise them, us, ourselves, our true self. We are proud of simple victories that only we can appreciate. We walk pass scenes from our past because it has bruised and maimed us internally… Shaped us in so many ways even we have forgotten. We stand here surrounded by fire and the sea waiting for it come arrive, our true destiny.Instagram
Sunday, February 03, 2019
I saw you, walking into the dance Hall, dressed all in white and holding his hand as the drizzling rain began to turn to a down pour. I stood there dressed in my finest suit and tie, watching you, my umbrella fell to the ground as I walked towards the window. I watched as you and him, danced close... It hurt so much to see... The band was playing a song I didn't recognize, as I stood there in the rain, watching you, watch him, watching you. The song played on and on, and I turned away. I picked up my umbrella, closed it and carried it home. As I walked up the muddy road, I felt that familiar pain that I did not want to feel again... Tearing up inside, tears falling from my eyes, tearing up my heart and breaking it apart. I will survive...I will get through this... Always do... This too shall pass... #love #poem #poetsofig #sunday #author #dance #rain #WordPress #thistooshallpassInstagram
Don't understand these words, I don't understand the rules. I can't comprehend these images nor the profiles I once studied as a child. A balcony, a pile of books and a beautiful silhouette... Two cups of coffee and a Sunday up ahead. Don't understand these road maps or these biblical insinuations. Illustrated explanations with captions in an ancient language. An internal understanding and faith are what keeps the flame lit, though we still feel that chill at times, when the night is cold and a weakness overcomes us which conspires with our fear to cause doubt and uncertainty. We will survive, we will survive. #ThePoetsList, #GetListed, #poetry, #poetrycommunity, #spokenword, #poetsofinstagram, #poetsofig, #writer, #writers, #writersofinstagram, #writersofig, #writerscommunity, #poem, #poems, #poet, #poets, #quote, #quotes, #poetsociety, #snapsnap, #posts, #words, #writing, #writingprompt, #poetryprompt, #writingprompts, #poetrypromptsInstagram
Strange images cast towards me, I cover my eyes to avoid any realism, shocked to see success. I open my eyes and my heart and soul are soaring, I've forgotten how this feels... It's nice. #poetry,#poetrycommunity, #spokenword,#poetsofinstagram #writer,#writers #writersofinstagram #writersofig, #writerscommunity, #poem #poet #poets #quote #quotes,#poetsociety #teenpoetry #posts #words #writingprompt, #poetryprompt #writingprompts #poetrypromptsInstagram
Friday, February 01, 2019
Look, into my eyes, see my truth, see my soul... You set me free. Look, into my eyes, see the reflection of a million sunrises... You set me free. Once my eyes were closed or covered in tears... Then you came to me and now, today, it's been 21 years. You set me free. We stood on the altar, we were bound in love, two hearts sounding like a symphony... In time, in love, in life and through the for better or worse... We shone, like the lights we were searching for, until the night we held hands. Each of us with a candle, a smile, a kiss and a question. Look, into my eyes, see our life together in scenes, from a movie or chapters from a book nobody reads. We are two, not one, we are unique yet kinda the same. Thank you for loving me even though I have driven you, insane. Two candles will be lit before the sun sets tonight. You'll make our hearts glow, like the woman of valor, we are proud to know. Happy 21 lady, somehow the best is yet to come... The best is yet to come... #wordsoflove #jessica #forever #poetry #lyrics #foreverInstagram
A man who walks across the road, no shadow accompanying him, just some empty pages where the artist will be at work. Another man walking behind him, trying to trace each footstep falls short of the crossroad and finds himself alone again. Man all dressed in black stepping on the fallen rain and sees the splashing and recalls an earlier time when he was younger and free from any rules. Man with the shadow is leading the pace, heading for a closed door in a foreign place. He knows the code, he has the key, what's awaiting him on the other side is whats frightening. Farewell Carissa, farewell my time… Wasted too much of it now it's all used up… Like an hourglass it's all fallen below and now it's time for me to go... #bloggerlife #coffeeshots #coffeelover#ipreview #feedback #writtenwords #words #writerscommunity #bnw #originalInstagram
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