prose/poetry/paint

[deeperthanapit]

I stared at her as she took off her hijab, getting ready to go to the pool. Her brown wavy hair was cropped till her shoulders. “I think you look better with your head covered up.” I laughed.

“I think so too.”

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Layers and layers of paint and you’ll eventually get there

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[deeperthanapit]

Cake

She saw a broken mirror And he saw (chocolate cake) something so digusting (ly sweet) as that of vanity and perishable ideas of society

She saw a broken mirror And he saw his reflection in it (Vanity)

[deeperthanapit]

(Tar) on (art)

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4,472 miles

Your dreams are colored with the pink of candy floss and filled with smiles you can't wipe off your mouth Your days are spent counting down to when the smell of coconuts and mangoes will hug you tight Your pillow stays warm at night even when the empty space next to you is colder than the dark Your heart beats half way across the world but it beats stronger because she keeps it safe And she will forever keep it safe

[thevoiceinmyheadisbritish]

#midnightpoetry 🌿 (at The City / / The 1975)

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#midnightpoetry 🍃

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Can we not do tomorrow?

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Open to interpretation 🌒🌔

[thevoiceinmyheadisbritish]

7.7.15 { the weather and religion }

[thevoiceinmyheadisbritish]

Just because it’s not happening here doesn’t mean it’s not happening. - #prayfortheworld Do your part, however small it may be. Help the lady cross the street, pick up the loose change that fell from that mans pocket and give it back to him. These little moments of light can help dispel the darkness that’s looming. Do everything to spread that light. Because that light is all we have. Don’t give up on humanity, don’t give up on yourself.

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Poetry?🌜🍪🌛 On a sidenote The Martian is a really good movie 👽

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Let them fall

Let the cherry blossoms fall Let the pink wither and die You can go but I will stay eternally immortal As dusk turns to dawn Delicate is my middle name, but strong is my first. Even as the flowers shower down I will stay. Immortally eternal As dawn turns to dusk

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Mistress

Enveloped in colours as exquisite as the jewels that adorned her Resting in the casket placed behind the hearse. Even in death she was as mesmerising as the astral bodies in the heavens above. But no one attended the burial no one mourned Because when she died she took their souls into the fires of the pit in the inferno below.

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Her own

She danced over the body of the slain Her conscience wad clear she was unclean Covered in blood of the dead She revelled in the echoes of their cries She was not yet satisfied She went back home grabbed what she needed She was going on a journey tonight The sunlight streamed in through the blinds in her room It reeked of death and ecstasy. her journey had taken her to a familiar destination only this time the blood on her clothes were all her own.