taylor price
trying on a metaphor
Not today Justin
YOU ARE THE REASON
$LAYYYTER
we're not kids anymore.
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@fatimanaseem
Wait for it
Why won’t you? Wait for it
Hold yourself tight, and wait for it to happen
As the nature waits, and the people wait
For the grass, to turn green again
For your hands, to be held again
For your eyes, to dream again
For your heart, to feel again
So tell me, why won’t you? Wait for it
@aubriestar
RED.
#writerscreed #poemporn #poetry #poetryhub writerscommunity #creativeminds #poetryporn #red #happypoem
Literally just say 'I love you' to the beach and mean it. . . . . . #igersworldwide #dawndotcom #etribune #everydaypakistan #beachofinstagram #instagood #silhouette_creative #creativecommune #thecreatorclass #visualart #creativeminds #everydayeverywhere #beach #cityscape #beachwaves #sky_brilliance #sky #sunset_hub #karachiscape #karachi #karachibeach #beachlife #beachday #beachphotography #beaches #samsungphone #iphone #reflection #reflectionphotography #reflectionphoto (at Turtle Beach Karachi) https://www.instagram.com/justfatimanaseem/p/BwzuoWNnhGU/?igshid=jomud9luo2td
I think beautiful things are about to happen.
I trust that.
Lots of green on the paved path I didn't take. #roadtrip (at ᗩᒪTIT ᖴOᖇT) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqWsw80nNjGWhfsxWfm2-JE0V_hfNSfxOk_LiA0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pettkhiqgb7g
Grey November. (at Karachi, Pakistan) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqPiTNvn5iANzBOXyTPp9F9r6LohvNHDJsp5hA0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=asetcslj36la
Walking path? #roadtrip (at ᗩᒪTIT ᖴOᖇT) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqKEAT6nNZPiAwNk9KD8lcnKVKd_vgG8uEmK600/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=110e1juiav4fd
vacant ink
tell me more about it
It was dawn time. Yes, it almost was.
She could see blood dripping. It was blood. Dripping blood being soaked into the fluffy white rug. She was lying there in the corner. He was right beside her, lifeless.
She took his hand and held his fingers with hers. Leading his fingers into her womanhood – a bit more passionately now. It wasn’t working for her. She looked around and grabbed the rusted paper cutter. Still holding his fingers, with a jerk she separated his finger from his hand. His body still lifeless, next to her, a little bloodier now.
The sole finger went inside her, and the room was filled with echoes of her moans.
. REVENGE. MADNESS. HOME. SEX. LOVE.
A piece of poetry that I wrote for the city that I still love 🖤
Mai Kolachi
From dawn to dusk, she sat there She saw it all or maybe she saw none She saw the sea or maybe she saw none She saw violence or maybe she saw none She saw tyranny or maybe she saw none She saw injustice or maybe she saw none She saw change or maybe she saw none All she saw, you’ve seen it too From dawn to dusk, she sat there Sat there and breathed in the dusk, the dust. Did she see the lights? The lights everyone talks about Kolachi – the city of lights Or did she see the darkness behind the lights? the darkness where the homeless hide the darkness where the rapists hide the darkness where the demons hide Or maybe the darkness, where we all hide But she has seen it all, and you have too This is Kolachi, and you know it too. This is Kolachi, where we all grew. This is Mai Kolachi, and you know her too.
watch humans but not be one of them
Inuit
He finally left with nothing remaining but petals in her hand and frost in her heart. She knew she’ll forget about him when the moon turns to ashes and the birds sing no more. But her heart still felt heavy. As if something in there was not coming out. What was it?
That was pain there. The sort of pain she wanted to ignore. She wanted to cry but something inside wasn’t letting her. Maybe that something thought crying made her weak. But she knew she wasn’t weak.
What was there in her heart?
Longing? Maybe.
She knew she wasn’t supposed to expect. She has told herself that before.
That there shouldn’t be any expectations. She didn’t want to hurt herself, yet again.
But the expectations still creep in.
Expected what?
For things to be the same when he comes back?
It seemed unreal. But she liked the idea of it.
What else could she do?
Hope?
After all, the one thing that keeps everyone going is only ‘Hope’.
Inuit, a feeling of edgy anticipation that makes one keep on looking out of the window to see if an expected visitor is coming up the path.
~i miss~
art therapy
Fabric
Those creases
Those folds
The lines unkept
giving its ethnic hint.
It was all there
Right there..in a mere blot of cloth.
I didn't touch it
not that I couldn't
not that I didn't want to.
But it was just there.
Untouched..but still so touched and used.
Like all of us.
All of us in here and out there
Untouched..but still so touched and used.
♣
