Write to Freedom

I write to explore, to create, to rant and to feel. Original poetry #chanelle and sweet quotes. Love and laugh and stay alive ||-//

[whitepeopletwitter]

[dreamerwithapen]

Why is this so funny

[christmasxmas]

[dreamerwithapen]

Please let this be soon

[thepersonalquotes]

[noorshirazie]

“We fear loneliness for two reasons; either we fear being left with ourselves, or we fear what we shall find in the midst of isolation—or both.”

— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Battle Scars

[thisisnotahaiku]

Jewel in the sky, thread in your eyes

softly, sweetly painfully blind

over and over she tries and she tries

let loose a loud cry that tells of her life

ripped throats soft chokes

here’s where we float

[followcb]

What's Inside...

you are a work of art

act of creation

life of magnanimous possibilities

untapped raw potential

you are every painting

every poem that's yet to be written

you're every song, every play

human drama pulsing in heartbeats

you're alive, you are able

capable of being radical

revolutionary, evolutionary

accomplishing astonishing things

if you dare

if you will

if you risk

if you are brave

we will learn from your courageousness

we will read your books

we will know your sculptures

we will sing the lyrics to your songs

if you will commit to sharing what's inside

Copyright @followcb | February 12, 2020

[4sss]

There was a sign: 'do not come in' nailed onto my heart's door. But your love knocked. I heard it laugh then say 'sorry, I am blind.'

J.c.A

[forfuntheywrote]

“in the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.”

— Pablo Neruda, from The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems

[pennywishpoems]

Remember Making Promises, Never Thinking Love Would Test Us?

Remember the first date: beachside dirt road?

Salt in your eyes and in mine, as well.

Couldn’t stop dreamin’: the magic we felt.

Remember when I was undiagnosed?

I lost my mind, needed so much help. 

Couldn’t be trusted to stay by myself. 

Remember when I first hit crisis mode?

Life turned on a dime: some splintered hell.

Couldn’t stay safe without sedation’s spell. 

Remember that depressive episode?

Churned up the life we’d made for ourselves.

Couldn’t survive the grievances you’d yelled.

Remember when you couldn’t break my code?

Your drunken drive: the nearest chapel.

Couldn’t take the heat in our haunted hell.

Remember when you came runnin’ back home?

Headlights bright, burnin’ bridges that fell.

Couldn’t leave the masterpiece that we’d held.

Remember when I came runnin’ back home?

I’d found my mind, done the work, got help.

And I couldn’t stop dreamin’: the magic we felt.

Pen

[books-n-quotes]

Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else. -Margaret Mead

[theheightofdepression]

Female fragmented,

Lady lamented,

Won’t you sit with me?

We’ll spin this world together,

Share our grief forever,

And laugh at what we’ll see…

[aubriestar]

mismatched thoughts weave together segments of days secured in sunlit

passages spliced together in reels of real time seasons of changing

skies that fade into the sepia matters that diffuse stark reality

caught in the split second fracture of some times crystallized clouds

a glimpse of spirits emboldened living a truth as natural as pink tulips slowly opening in spring

~Aubrie~2020

[freelance-philosopher]

“People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use.”

— Søren Kierkegaard

[dreamerwithapen]

Oof.

[books-n-quotes]

We could never learn to be brave & patient, if there were only joys in the world. -Helen Keller

[dreamerwithapen]

How nice to know we’ll never reach our full potential. In some area or another, we’ll always be lacking.

[purplemonkeysexgod69]

how much of your self must you tear down to build your child up?

she rests her head on my chest as I read her a bedtime story.

“where do all the monsters come from?” she asks.

“inside your head,” I don’t reply.

“far, far, away,” I say.

for the moment, she believes (in) me.

[books-n-quotes]

And after all, everyone needs a few flaws to make them real.

Helen Simonson, Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand (via books-n-quotes)

YES I hate “perfect” characters in books and also people who pretend like they’re perfect.