Excuse My Typos

Welcome to a space where words mean a lot. Everything from poems to random thoughts live on this platform. Words written and expressed by Shanice Drakes http://twitter.com/shanicedrakes http://facebook.com/shanice.drakes.71

[thegabdonwrites]

i want to fall in love with a man who has honest eyes, and a smile that spreads slow enough for me to know that; he has no idea how incredibly beautiful he is.

he is modesty (via zsrmx)

[thegabdonwrites]

It is the ones who live in our minds that haunt us the most - The ones we walk away from, all broken and lost without, The ones we tell the world, we have forgotten all about, gotten over - That we fix our lips into forced smiles to speak about in public. Our hidden ghosts, The ones we carry around inside us, that we are all still trying to forget.

the ones who haunt our days (via thegabdonwrites)

[thegabdonwrites]

There are worlds inside of me, I keep hidden. Words in my mouth, still left unspoken. There are oceans behind my eyes; tears I never felt safe enough to cry, and I am full to bursting. I am running out of space inside.

- baggage, f.gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)

[alexandraelle-deactivated201511]

your circumstances don’t make you, your attitude does. stay positive even when you feel like you have nothing more to give. keep your joy in mind. the challenge is understanding that negativity will not last forever unless you let it. with that being said: change your mind, expand your heart. the bigger picture will become clearer once you’re able to receive things differently. try practicing not allowing your defeats to overcome your successes. we can’t win it all but we can indeed learn from our losses. I hope you are granted love and courage as you journey today. be happy and gracious in all that you do. set pure intentions and go forth. others understanding your life walk should not be the deciding factor for your happiness.

alex elle  (via alexandraelle)

[sal-c]

My sister has history in her bones She flaunts her flaws like an exhibit knowing they will one day become prehistoric She curates herself in a manner that an infinite amount of wax can not sculpt She does not need a tour guide to constantly tell you that you do not get to touch her One day someone will take her home But today she will tell you that pop up shops are not in her budget because she can not afford someone who is available for a short period of time My sister is not a souvenir you take home and display somewhere in your living room Yes, she is a sight to see but not a museum you visit like a field trip Do not think you can enter her foreign land and use her for her resources the way America does

Salvin Chahal

Poem from “Verses From Above”

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(via sal-c)

[sal-c]

My ancestors have raised me to understand that my skin resembles the Earth life rises from And that my roots shouldn’t be like stars that shine strictly in the moment of darkness

- Salvin (via sal-c)

[alexandraelle-deactivated201511]

keep marching forward!

———— there are still more signed ‘buy one, get one free’ books left on alexellebooks.bigcartel.com. this is last batch for January.

[thegabdonwrites]

I am always going, Rain and water flowing, Wind and fire raging; There are more days Than I know what to do with, Minutes and hours passing. My soul is worn, And my body is tired, Forever seems a lifetime away, Can anybody tell me? Am I living this life the right way?

forever, f.gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)

[brandichantalle]

Cocoa butter kisses.

[peaceisofus-deactivated20151112]

Love is joy. Do not convince yourself that suffering is part of it.

Paulo Coelho, Manuscript Found in Accra (via peaceisofus)

[thegabdonwrites]

i do not regret a thing. i will cherish every bit of life i have lived and just as i have lived it. what goodness is there in looking back, what change can come from doing that? isn’t the breath and air in our lungs, the moon and shine in our days proof that everything is absolutely okay?

- keep on; strong, f.gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)

[thegabdonwrites]

i miss you most in the darkened hours. when even the sun has left. when the sky is hollow and quiet. and all the world has slept.

- empty, f.gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)

[kierrawest]

I don’t require sex for happiness. I need companionship. I need a partner I can depend on, that I can love and grow with.

Erykah Badu (via kierrawest)

[c0ntemplations]

As you get older you start doing things in reverse. You start cutting people out from your life. Your Christmas list becomes practically nonexistent. You don’t need to be the first in line for everything. You take less pictures because some memories are best kept in your heart and not your hard drive. And instead of looking for love, you dig for it from within.

bookmarks in my life  (via yesdarlingido)

[thegabdonwrites]

my alone is both comfort zone and torture chamber - some days it is warm tea and good music, writing and movies. breathing. dancing. healing - balance. while others it is piercing silence and thunderous heart, questions; no answers, slowly sinking and falling apart - lonely. my alone is both my best friend and worst enemy.

- alone, f.gabdon (via thegabdonwrites)

[poetinside]

There is a niche called Leatherfoot and bongo dread Barefoot on hot tar streets Roasted breadfruit and corned beef The sound of trade winds In royal palm trees There is a niche called Manufactured nostalgia For a stand pipe I never bathed in For food I never ate For Bridgetown Market on Saturday…

[psych-facts]

Expectation is the root of all heartaches.

Shakespeare (via psych-facts)