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Silage
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And we moved so fast. To new cities, new friends, to new memories everyday. We became different people and formed new relationships. We moved so fast in the blink of an eye that what once was there, now isn't there at all. But we left in each other, parts of us no one would ever have. No one would know me as the 12 year old who loved to cycle with her best friend all summer long and for who she could so anything. Anything at all. No one would know this. Except you.

You. I remember the first time I saw you. We were so young and tender. And everyday from then to our 17 year old selves, we were dancing and swaying to the varied tunes of the universe.

You became everything I had ever written about and every word my lips spoke from a novel. We were inseparable-you and I, and we were constantly moving forward thinking there was no end.

But life had to go on. And journeys must come to an end. Just like that so did we.

And we moved so fast like a moment in time that is gone and gone so far , it has become difficult to remember.

And now ,
What is left of us is a trail that cannot be traced to its beginning, and it is disappearing slowly like smoke. As if it never was there.

It is only a silage of everything that happened and everything that should have happened, but never did.
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By : @anuhya.nature .
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User Image liv_laine_poetry Posted: Nov 23, 2017 2:04 PM (UTC)
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The beauty of imperfection 💕
••••••••••A word that has really stuck with me since i discovered it and it’s meaning is wabi-sabi.... for those of you who have never heard of this word, you are in for a treat..... Wabi-sabi is the Japanese art of finding beauty in imperfection and the profundity in nature. Above all it reveres authenticity. It celebrates cracks, crevices and flaws; the marks left behind that remind us that life and love happened. Whenever i think about this word something else comes to mind that the Japanese are known for, “Kintsukuroi“ meaning the “golden mend” where by taking a broken piece of pottery and putting it back together using lacquer resin laced with gold or silver; believed to be more beautiful than it’s previous state. Making broken beautiful is truly an art form. •••#livlaine #poetess
User Image cwpoet Posted: Nov 23, 2017 2:08 PM (UTC)
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cwpoet 3m ago
Happy Thanksgiving!
I hope you all know how important
it is for me to say thank you
for your continued support and love.
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Hug everyone as tight as you can today and let people know how much they mean to you.
That’s the journey to thankfulness.
Love,
Caroline
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User Image insta.writing.addict Posted: Nov 23, 2017 2:07 PM (UTC)
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ONISM: (n) the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits one place at a time. .
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The crow quietly saunters over to my plate and dips it's black beak into the pile of rice. It looks eerie to the typicality, but it's beauty ceases me to think at all.  How big must its heart be? To beat and propel the blood through its tiny body. They say, in order to hold a bird, be gentle-if you squeeze it too hard, it dies...just like that. A pitiless use of strength and you become a sinner.
What is this life, if not full of little mishaps of strength?  The ultimate serenity awaits her arrival. Is it just me? Or her mantra for-doom or survival? I fall apart, and I heal too. But I drive over the cliff, and I fool the watchers. They sense the bloody scent on me and I smirk through my wine stained lips.
I sense the poor pitiful bird glance at me, and I look into its ravenous eyes. They want more. My flesh, maybe?  But no, I sense it. I sense it just in time: it reflects my inner self. I am the oxymoronically flabbergasting beguilement. I wish I could paint my room black I want to attain that surreal edge of serenity. I feel drunk...and I have never felt so aware. This summit of violence and calm. Isn't every anonymous pair just the same thing?  One the extreme of the other...but just the same?  It hurts me to see you like this. But you gotta live like this. Just like this... I hear the bird take a deep breath and fly away, far far away from me, from the tragedy. And I go back to my usual self. So much for the mesmerising birds and bits of its beings. I'm locked up here. But you my dear birdie...fly!  Fly far away from this. You deserve to be happy.

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User Image raquellanseros Posted: Nov 23, 2017 2:02 PM (UTC)
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Poned en mi costado las palabras.
Las que dije mil veces.
Y las que habría deseado decir al menos una. [Place words by my side.
The ones I said a thousand times.
The ones I wish I had said once.] #poesía #poetry #poesia #versos #verses #versagram #verseoftheday #niundíasinpoesía #poets #poet #poeta #poetsociety #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #poetasdeinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poetrylovers #amolapoesia #poesie #poem #poema #poetess
User Image lupo.el Posted: Nov 23, 2017 2:02 PM (UTC)
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