I wonder if you went out far enough
Into the edge of the universe,
Could you hear the first time it called out for light?
And if you went far enough back in my mind,
Would you be able to see how scared I am
To admit that I need you?
Sipping ink and spilling green tea onto this page
I am tripping over the one thing I want to say.
I wasn’t okay
Before I met you
And I sure as hell won’t be fine if you ever leave.
It’s not a surprise that I’m terrified because
I am not the type of boy that girls like you fall in love with.
I can’t play guitar and my singing’s not great,
There’s a chip on my front tooth,
My shoelaces come untied too quick.
I cut my hair short, in case you might like it
I stopped texting you, to see if you’d first.
I thought of you
Once and my body exploded
Because I’m a poor bastard that’s
Too deep in love.
I spent a month in my basement,
Let my beard grow out into the forest,
Reeled it back in to see if it had learned anything out in the world,
To see if it could teach me a thing or two.
The crackle of power-lines cracks into my mind at night
Can you hear the same buzz? Can you feel the electricity of
My brain cells whispering your name in my head?
There are trumpet calls when the sun is low,
I hope you know I set them all off for you.
Just in case you couldn’t care for honest brass
I’ll leave this poem tacked to my spine
So in case I lack the courage to do this face to face,
You can see what I’ve been hiding.
I don’t do much anything right,
But in a fight between my skull and my chest
I’ll go with the heart this time.
A falta que faz o tempo ou o tempo que a falta faz?
A falta que faz o tempo que eu poderia ter tido mais tempo de consumir o tempo de estar com você, de transformar o drama em uma trama menos dramática, menos traumática e mais estática. De transformar a cama em um leito de quem se ama e não em um berço para quem se difama. De beirar a madrugada com você sorrindo em vez de te ver partindo, porque toda despedida ata um nó de partida. E toda chegada desarma as horas, os dias, os meses em que a estrada parecia longa demais, árdua demais, tortuosa demais, recompensadora demais.
A falta que faz o tempo do tempo dos pés descalços, dos cabelos emaranhados, do canto bagunçado, do amor estampado. Da chuva que trazia você, do vento que trazia você, do sol que era você. Da música e da nostalgia, da urgência e da ousadia, da ansiedade e da presença, do corpo e da ausência.
A falta que faz o tempo de que sentir a falta que o tempo faz era utópico, patético, irracional.
O tempo que a falta faz não volta mais, não se reescreve nem se reinventa mais, não se mexe mais porque a falta já é grande demais para caber no tempo que é pequeno demais, e ja dói demais.
O tempo que a falta faz é ingrato, não liga para suas lembranças e nem para sua saudade. Liga para o fato, para o ato que corroeu as esperanças e agora atua com maldade.
É clichê, é quando da sete horas, é o domingo, é a varanda, é o elevador, o espelho, a cama, a rua xv, paris, uma colheita tardia, o despertador de 10 em 10 minutos e os 3 pulinhos no banheiro.
O tempo que a falta faz se encontra com a falta do tempo quando fecho os olhos e vejo você, não sei como está e nem onde está, mas vejo você e alcanço você, para saber sempre que você faz parte do meu tempo e da minha falta - que habita aqui.
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‘Gloom’ part 1.
This is something I shot and directed back in November as a final project for class. No story line, just supposed to evoke the word. I’ve been itching to shoot again but feel like I keep making excuses not to. I’ve decided it’s time to stop letting myself get in the way of my goals. (Song: an instrumental cover of Chamber of Reflection by Mac Demarco) Model: @kateputhota
Don’t you wish that someday he finally looks at you and recognize the person you wanted him to see, the real you?
It has become second nature for us women to build identities, hung inside the closet like garments to choose from on a daily basis . Who does he want me to be today ?************************************************************
This is me
a bare skeleton,
warring with countless flesh
that are wanting to share its
And I let them mold my body
with a jagged-edged knife
so he can call me pretty
Sometimes I wonder
when I sleep next to him,
Are his hands wide enough
to feed our hunger?
The incarnations of my essence
filling this small bed to the brim:
And the lover
My real moniker is trapped
beneath that pile
Wanting to be uncloaked
Praying to be seen
and set free
Only ever reaching out for his hands,
the same ones that starved me
Yet he won’t look for my scent
underneath the female rubble
He was never meant to
dig up my remains
from deep trenches
and go to the trouble
Men would rather eat meat
that are laced with poison
and larva strays.
Who would really want to sleep,
with just a beautiful mind these days?
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Someday, I will talk about us and tell them how it ends. I just have to find out first...Elle Bor
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You are the reason why when I’m missing home, I no longer look for a place ...Elle Bor
How dare you ignite a fire in me?
only to walk away
and leave me to burn
How dare I allow you
to siphon all the slivers of my love
in a way that cannot be returned
It wasn’t holy water
that purified your hands
what was meant to douse my body
So I don’t scorch forever
How did you gut me from the inside
you have been
When you’re only supposed
to peel the death off my skin?
But run along now
and find a nighttime prayer
Carry this charred body to the grave
my sweet pallbearer
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Loving you is a sin for which the right prayer is yet to be written...
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I wonder if your bed is sturdy enough to hold the many versions of me laying next to you. If only there’s a way for me to peel off my layers. But I’m always afraid to bare the real meat in my bones. Only because, nobody wants to sleep with just a beautiful mind anymore.
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a mere two letter word
but uncloak its skeleton
and there you’ll find an enigma,
obeying its own lord
No you’re not meant to stay
No it wasn’t love,
these kisses from his ashtray
Maybe the parcel was labeled wrong
This note is,
for the mind to understand
Never for the heart
and its cobweb garland
where it sits misconstrued
as the message held
within the conundrum of a Rubik’s cube
Or perhaps it’s a futile cause
Our ego’s desperation
that bullies us
into searching for a faint yes
in the rubbles of deafening no’s
Why are we Muslims so judgemental? "I think we as a community need to come back to center. On the one end, we are so unforgiving, judgmental and harsh towards others and ourselves. On the other end, we think any mention of right or wrong is being ‘too judgmental.’ I think again and again we’re missing the point.
In an attempt to push our interpretations of rules and regulations, we’re missing priorities like adab (manners) and akhlaq (character). In an attempt to ‘enjoin good and forbid evil’ we’ve developed a squad of ‘haram police’—but forgotten the heart. We do this, although our #Prophet (pbuh) has told us that the heart is the master. He said, ‘In the body there is a lump of flesh, if it is set right, the entire body is set right. If it is corrupted, the entire body is corrupted. Verily, it is the heart.’ Let’s come back to center. Let’s come back to the core. Let’s stop talking about whether Valentine’s Day is #haram or #halal. Let’s look deeper at where our problem lies." #YasminMogahed
فالمسلم الحق يحاول أن يفهم الناس ولكنه لا يحكم عليهم وهو قد يدعوهم بالحسنى ولكنه لايفرض عليهم رأيه.. أما المحاسبه فمن شأن الله وحده "The true #Muslim tries to understand people but does not make judgments on them, and he may call them to what is good and right, but he does not impose his opinion upon them. As for reckoning and taking people to account, that solely belongs to God." -Dr. Mustafa Mahmud
“My biggest mistake wasn’t falling for you, it was thinking that you had fallen for me too.”
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writing, chapter twenty-eight...
Happy Sunday lovelies!
Hope you're all doing well!
Finished chapter twenty-seven yesterday! Starting on chapter twenty-eight today, the PENULTIMATE chapter! 😭 I can't believe I only have two chapters left to write :')
Writers, how've your WIPs been going this weekend?
can’t wait to start using my new wholeness x priority journal from @setinsoul . this notebook focuses on the health of the mind, body, and spirit. let it be known that mental health is just as important as physical health and this journal will definitely help me with reflecting on my thoughts. 💭✨
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