iamjeannieous

MaScian | Thomasian | Servant Leader Personal blog | I Write Poetry Sometimes for you to feel loved is to love. Because then you become open and vulnerable — which leaves you no choice but to receive the love you never thought were there all along.

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Grace alone ☝ #BirthdayTatt late post 😅 (at 55Tinta Tattoo)

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THE CONCRETE WIND

There's this wind

It's magical but it's real

Its breeze is so heart-warming

It can make you feel almost everything

That wind - it hugs me

Holds me dear when my thoughts haunt me

It whispers only good things

Blows away all my worries

It makes my day glow

In a way I didn't know it could go

You are the wind

With a mystical presence

Though not physically

But you are felt

Truly and concretely

                                                 —iamjeannieous

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Smashing gender stereotypes

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Take me back to 🇹🇼

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And at last I see the light ✨ And it's like the fog has lifted

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Before this Holidays gets spoiled.. Merry Christmas peeeeps! 🎄🎁🎉

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My dream place ⛅🌈 #ModernMediterranean #InteriorDesignExhibit (at The Portal Greenfield District)

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"Lumberjack meets city girl" Still admiring this piece from the PSID students' exhibit of interior design 😍 (at The Portal Greenfield District)

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MOST EXQUISITE OF HER KIND

She is a diamond

Which through its cuts

Shines brighter and bolder

The more she breaks

The more precious she gets

When you’re drowning in pain,

When nothing makes sense,

When your worth seems to fade,

Remember that diamonds

Are made under great pressure

They’re the strong ones that handled toil

With sheer exception

Do not worry for tomorrow

For it cannot break you

It can never destroy you

As your cuts will only be

A constant reminder

Of your endless twinkle

May I leave a little sparkle

Wherever I go —

Let this be your prayer

As His mighty warrior

And the world will be lit,

Glint and glimmer

At the sight of your Father

                                                 —iamjeannieous

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MY BELOVED WONDROUS FLOWER

I admire this flower that is truly ravishing

The dearest flower amidst her peers

I love to stare at her vibrant gold petals

As her stare seem to speak

A thousand words —soft and meek

Her petals embrace you

So hearty and loving

Her fragrance gives solace

Spreading mists of grace

The moment the sun touches her skin

Her warmth abounds like a tender smile

As the wind whispers your cries to her

You feel assured by that smile of hers

Oh dear flower, I say

People are in awe

Of how divine you are

You are striking as the rays

Yet gentle as the breeze

You are resilient yet delicate

As majestic as you bloom

Believe it when I say

You are breathtaking

Even your Maker Himself believes it

                                                 —iamjeannieous

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Always the best reminder ever 💖☝🙏

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We lose ourselves in books, we find ourselves there too. (at Fully Booked)

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Her eyes told me a beautiful story; in every blink was a chapter we wrote.

http://www.diveinsidemymind.com/2016/06/chapters.html

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Don't lose those flames, my friend. Your abilities are so grand that your flames could spark a dimming soul.

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If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

J.K. Rowling (via quotemadness)

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LIFE

Life is cherished by everyone

People are scared not to live one

But the world can be cruel

Vicious ploys — you’ve got to duel

Yet life grants hope

Gives faith and gives joy.

Life can be happy

At times it gets gloomy

But I admire how it make ways

To beam happiness within loneliness

It flashes light in pitch black darkness

It is full of wonderful surprises

I could admire it shining from afar

But life held me

And promised that I could live in it

A call to love

That’s what this is

I fit like a glove

In this sacrificial love

You are life

In the purest sense of it — you are life

Life which was never meant for giving up

But for living for your purpose

                                                  —iamjeannieous