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  Always Loved. Never Forgotten. Forever Missed.  

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Spring To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness…

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“Apollon, deity of light unconstrained, accept our praise and adoration.

Golden visage, who maketh the clouds his chariot and sunbeams his reignment, we beseech Thee to bestow mercy upon creation”

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On the Grasshopper & Cricket The Poetry of earth is never dead:   When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,

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This is for us

This is for us

“… so this is for us. This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and love and this is for doing it even if no one will ever know because the beauty is in the act of doing it. Not what it can lead to. This is for the times I lose myself while writing, singing, playing and no one is around and they will never know but I will forever remember and that shines brighter than any praise or…

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There She Is When I go into the garden, there she is. The specter holds up her arms to show…

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The Heart of a Woman

The Heart of a Woman

The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn, As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on, Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam In the wake of those echoes, the heart calls home. The heart of a woman falls back with the night, And enters some alien cage in its plight, And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars. – Georgia…

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Tragedy

fall in love with a tragedy

and you’ll taste salt and honey together

you can taste the edge of the universe

like all the flowers turning into venom

it is a misfortune

to love with so much passion

that it burns to when you decide not to

  you know your love well

you know how the ichor flows in

in his flesh-less veins

you are familiar with his skin

how it feels like a thousand

meteors came together

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I thank myself.

A year ago, I was one cut away from ending my life. According to my doctors, I was having a severe episode of a major depressive disorder. I didn’t go to any classes, didn’t take shower for days and just ate as little as one peanut butter sandwich. I didn’t have a job back then and as the result, the only thing I actually did was watch Netflix & sleep. Believe this or not, but sometimes I slept…

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O, Captain! My Captain! - Poem of the Day

O, Captain! My Captain! – Poem of the Day

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;                          But O heart! heart! heart!                             O the bleeding drops of red,                                Where on the deck my…

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Modern Love And what is love? It is a doll dress’d up For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;

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Warm Days in January

Warm Days in January

It has never been so easy to cry openly or to acknowledge children. Never before could I walk directly to the center of an island city feeling the automatism of millions drawing one pious breath, shouldering the sunset, holding it up in the oily tree-line a while longer. Years ago, I was never sad enough and nothing but a hotel that I could tear to pieces and reconstruct inside a shoebox felt…

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Rose

Have you ever loved a rose,

and watched her slowly bloom;

and as her petals would unfold,

you grew drunk on her perfume.

Have you seen her dance,

her leaves all wet with dew;

and quivered with a new romance–

the wind, he loved her too.

Have you ever longer for her,

on nights that go on and on;

for now, her face is all a blur,

like a memory kept too long.

Have you ever loved a rose,

and bled…

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. There’s chaos inside me As I sit in this calm coffeehouse With a bittersweet coffee Trying to calm myself My fingers tremble As I write this Trying to figure out what I feel My eyes twitch aggressively Like a fly shuddering under a tube light I feel lost, sick and alone The grief in my heart The storm inside me Is eating me up This pain is becoming physical now I am seeing red now As I sit in this peaceful place Trying to calm myself This thunder inside me Is becoming uncontrollable now I need peace I need help I need solace The world keeps on moving As I try to get ahold of it As I try to find myself In its movements I sit here while they look at me A girl lost, lonely and sick With blazing red eyes And trembling fingers Trying not to fall apart among this chaos. -Smit 15.36 11.14.17 #art #positivevibes #poetryofig #poetsofinstagram#poetry #poet #poem #poemsofinstagram #indie#photographysouls #photography#nationalpoetrymonth#photographer#photooftheday #quotes #classics#theneighbourhood #thepicart #brooklynheights#newyork @quotesndnotes @poetryporm@poemhunter @weheartit @pinterest @tumblr@e__m__p__t__y @mediocrethingy @aest@aestheticvisions #madelinemiller #patroclus#achilles #patroclusandachilles #thesongofachilles #worldmentalhealthday (at Burnet Woods) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoxTb9ug8Tl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qyu1zqsrq2ar

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. I find no peace, and all my war is done. I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice. I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise; I desire to perish, and yet I ask for health. I love another, and thus I hate myself. I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain; Likewise displeaseth me both life and death, And my delight is causer of this strife. - Sir Thomas Wyatt #art #positivevibes #poetryofig #poetsofinstagram#poetry #poet #poem #poemsofinstagram #indie#photographysouls #photography#nationalpoetrymonth#photographer#photooftheday #quotes #classics#theneighbourhood #thepicart #brooklynheights#newyork @quotesndnotes @poetryporm@poemhunter @weheartit @pinterest @tumblr@e__m__p__t__y @mediocrethingy @aest@aestheticvisions #madelinemiller #patroclus#achilles #patroclusandachilles #thesongofachilles (at Burnet Woods) https://www.instagram.com/p/BoA9DBkgOaJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=4ia2p11250q8

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You were meant to be here.

The universe worked for billions of years to create you.

Whole stars lived and died for you to exist.

They sacrificed themselves so that you could rise from their ashes.

Their dust is in your bones, their light in your thoughts.

You see beauty where they could only shine.

You feel warmth where they could only burn.

What a miracle you are, you living, breathing thing.

You have a place in this universe.

You were meant to see, to feel, to know, to love.

You were meant to be here.

-Xan Oku

Smit.

9.10.18

20.35

#worldsuicidepreventionday

World Suicide Prevention Day You were meant to be here. The universe worked for billions of years to create you.

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It’s 15th of August. Last day as a 17 year old girl. Last day as a girl who thought she still has time to figure out who she is and where she belongs. Last day to figure out myself, for tomorrow – tomorrow I’ll be 18 and I will be obliged to have my life figured out, my plans, my goals everything.

This is the first time I am trying to plan how to spend my birthday. I don’t know why though. Is it because I am turning 18? I am not excited for the day, just hopeful to fulfill it the way I have been planning right now. Today though, a day before turning 18 seems to be more important than tomorrow itself. It feels as if I am obliged to leave who I am as a 17 years old girl and become someone else tomorrow. It just feels weird. It feels as if, turning 18 would change me, make me a normal human with a settled life and fixed plans for her life. Its weird.

Anyway, for today though, I found these two pictures that describe me how I feel about today as well as tomorrow:

15.8.18

18.19

Smit.

Last Day It's 15th of August. Last day as a 17 year old girl. Last day as a girl who thought she still has time to figure out who she is and where she belongs.

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Burn - 8.3.18

Burn – 8.3.18

holy water

cannot help you now

a thousand armies

couldn’t keep me out

i don’t want your money

i don’t want your crown

see i have come to burn

your kingdom down

– Anonymous

19.14

8.3.18

Smit.

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