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If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
Edgar Allan Poe (via wordsnquotes)
Colour-me crazy
The Landscapes Within
There was a wilderness beneath birch brown eyes that captured the beauty of wolves.
She demolished all perceptions of ordinary and scattered wildfire with each step.
Máel Robins (via www.maelrobins.com)
If you've lived your whole life within your comfort zone, you're doing it wrong. Venture out, explore, and make a living out of your life.
Seconds Well Spent
If time was our currency we would be wealthy in years of scuffed shoes and dirt beneath our nails but penniless from hours of solitude, glued to artificial lives. Via www.maelrobins.com
On Moving Up
Layer your dreams Atop my own And together We will tear the world apart Thread by thread. Via www.maelrobins.com
Reeds on the Riverbed
Reeds on the Riverbed Paint-flaked planks of wood creak beneath our toes while waves lap softly at their underbellies, echoing subtleties with the wind in harmony with the crackling embers that flicker among firewood and mingle with treetops as a soothing melody emanates from the strings of your guitar and discreetly latches on To the evening of our breaths. Via www.maelrobins.com
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The Greenery at our Core
Once upon a peony I sat within your eyes And as we synchronised our breaths To the rhythmic lull of nearby waves, I felt my fertile heart burrow through the soil And plant a seed called home.
This is my untitled mini poem of the day, share it and enjoy! Via www.maelrobins.com Also don't forget to check out my series on channillo as I'll be posting a new original poem every Saturday that can't be seen anywhere else! http://channillo.com/series/sipping-on-soliloquies/table-of-contents/ #short #poem #poetry #word #art #spilledink #be #happy #smile #live #laugh #love #forever #write #writing #beautiful #poetsofinstagram #potd #qotd #poet #maelrobins
Courage is not come by easily but is formed of fear, sacrifice, and strong will. It is not how we've come to experience these aspects but what we do with them that determines our bravery. One cannot be fearless without an intimate knowledge of fear.
Máel Robins (via www.maelrobins.com)
Bloodthirsty (a haiku) Via www.maelrobins.com
Just a little food for thought for you today.
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Where the Mangos Grow
Where the Mangos Grow It's strange to think that we found the nectar of gods within those chlorine bleached days, our red solo cups brimming with laughter and Jack, and sunscreen infusing our noses. we were momentarily immune to the black shawls and covered faces that would soon pile into pews for one last sip of immortality as we commit your eternal grin to the archives of our memories. Via www.maelrobins.com