Drunk on words

Poetry In Motion // S.J // Poet // Photographer // Nursing A Broken Heart

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To my dear followers and beyond,

With 2017 coming to an end all I have to say is.. what a year. And sadly I do not mean that in a good way. 2017 has been brutal, it has been cruel and most of all unforgiving. With people in power that frankly shouldn't even be given the power choose what they should have for breakfast are ruling countries and causing all types of hurt to good, kind individuals. With sexual assault allegations coming to light from people who are meant to bring joy to our screens have sadly never bought happiness to their own.  Not only has this year broken the spirit of everyone on this planet but personally it has been the worst of year of my so far short life. 

But with the new year approaching fast and holiday season consuming us all I want to take this moment to say that this blog will always be a safe place for all. No discrimination through race, sexual orientation or class. I do not know what 2018 holds but my blog will always be a safe place for everyone who is either going through a rough patch or just wants to chat. To everyone who doesn't have family or friends to celebrate the holidays with my message box (along with many other people’s) is open for you to stop by and have chat with should you need it.

Be safe everyone! Enjoy the holiday season and I hope 2018 treats you with kindness and whole lot of love! 

Love S xx

P.S. this ( @iinfiinte ) is my like basically shit posting blog if you want to follow me there!

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Too many lines have been left empty and not enough has been said to fill them.

s.j 

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Trivia Tag!

I was tagged by my very good friend @wolfdownwords ! Sorry it took so long ^.^

Last song listened to: Kiwi by Harry Styles 

Last movie: Justice League! (It was so good I highly recommend!) 

Top 3 TV shows: Sherlock (BBC), Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Stranger Things! 

Top 3 characters: Batman (in the Dark Knight Series), Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), James Potter (Harry Potter)

Top 3 bands: Maroon 5, One Direction, Florence and The Machine 

Book I’m currently reading: Feista: The Sun Also Rises by Hemingway 

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I am sad today. So I will write. About the ones I have lost, and the one I couldn't keep.

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From head to hand, she creates worlds effortlessly. Through words or pictures or song, she is a master of each domain. Sorrow into poem, anxiety into painting and joy into song, she has an outlet for every emotion, but forever searching for a muse.

s.j.

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cradle my soul  kiss my mind  fuck my body

s.j. 

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Drops on the window sill remind her of the way things could have been.

s.j.

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Look up to the stars; I see her. Look down to the sea; I see her.  Listen to the wind; I hear her.  Listen to the thunder; I hear her.  Feel the sun; I feel her.  Feel the icy snow; I feel her.  She is everything gentle, everything dangerous. She is the good, she is the light.  She is the qainnaat

for @thewriterthatnobodynoticed

you deserve better 

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It's morning blues. Up in the night, his mind sewing together line after line of sweet song. Asleep in the sheets his body lays to rest, only to shine with the stars. Co-exisiting with the universe, he is one of a kind.

for @wolfdownwords

For the morning blues. 

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A face that reaches over a thousand miles. It is the definition of grace, beauty and perfection Her lips gently kiss you as you swim in the seas Her ears know every word you’ve ever spoken Her eyes know every line on your feet The curves of her nose are every mountain man has climbed She cries through rains and screams through thunder She moulds life like clay She kills with a swift grace It is the definition of power, strength and love A face that reaches over a thousand miles.

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He was a tourist in my hands Wondering through the canyon that was every crease He was a traveller in my hands Admiring the tall pillars that were my fingers He was passenger in my hands Latching on to the train that was my embrace He was a tourist, a traveller, a passenger But most of all, he was temporary in my hands.

its been a while

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Governed by a face and two hands She lives a mechanical life When to eat When to sleep And When to cry Moments go by unseen Much like the attempts on her life And When the earth turns again The clock has stopped ticking And so has She.

s.j.

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let me paint you  in words, in pictures, in stills  let me paint you  every perfect curve, every freckle, every scar  let me paint you  all the day dreams, all the thoughts, all the dirty desires  let me paint you in a way that is both a virtue and a sin  in a way makes angles dance and the demons lustful   let me paint you in a way only I can.

s.j 

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I will always blame myself for us.

1:38am 

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I know I will survive, but when will I live?

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I was all art and heart, where as you were all brain and reason. You brain never understood my art and my heart never understood your reason. But my heart fell for you and your brain sided with me. Together I guess we were a happy tragedy.

s.j 

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101.  One hundred and one letters that you will never see.

s.j