#moderndaypoet

[iwwoaa1]

They said Shakespeare was dead but I'm literally right here

[study-tips]

{MAKING FRIENDS}

Making friends as an adult is hard

Not like you can just send an invitation card

But I guess I can’t just go through life alone

Although it’s very much in my comfort zone

So I took a chance and put myself out there

And found some friends to dine with in the open air

We talked and laughed over drinks and food

And made plans to travel during Covid’s interlude

We’ve all come here during a strange time

And are all seeking new partners in crime

Maybe making friends isn’t that difficult

We’re all in this together, figuring how to be adults

[imadizzylizzie]

Today's current mood. #iwillwaitforyou #shouldifallbehindwaitforme #springsteen #whatspeakstomysoul #moderndaypoet https://www.instagram.com/p/Bng3s7tnpUK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1o7aitnx57far

[blackdocs]

Wise words for nourishing mind body and soul @daniellelaporte is speaking at the Melbourne Convention Centre this Thursday, with support from @clarebowditch. #foodforthesoul #takecareofyourself #mindbodysoul #selfcare #moderndaypoet #wordsofwisdom #truthbombs #cantwait #daniellelaporte #clarebowditch

[johnnydundies]

Can't wait to dig into this! #humblebeast #iambecoming #propaganda #moderndaypoet

[hrv2014-blog]

09/09/2012 - "F"

Figure it out tell me what's wrong find a way to stop my life from draining away from me.

Feet finally touching the ground, fell fast, scattered like dandelions in the wind. Whirling spinning lost.

Firmly planted? Till the next big wind or the next rain floods the ground and washes all I am away, all I am.

Fighting with God. Bargaining for all my disasters to end. Holding my chest -trying to breathe- begging for

forgiveness, as unworthy as I am. One more day. Till then, I'll beg for you to put out my

fire, and then recant.

Flailing like a child I am- with death and life. How to choose as if I had a choice as if I knew anything at all.

Fairly certain I have 

found many

friends that could've loved me as the best of friends, who I never cared for as carefully as I've cared

for the words that I selfishly attempt to use to engage a well formed list of my

failures. On a good day Heaven is the warmth of the sun or laughing with the

friends I've never let get too close. Many days heaven is the cold covered coffin and dark solitude beneath the soil. Perhaps,

finding heaven means

finally

feeling nothing at all. Having never to lose or be lost or hurt for anyone even yourself.  To sleep

for good to not worry about meaning or reason or how.

Forgetting life and sunsets and beauty and never have to see ugly or hurtful or

fistfuls of anger or concern ourselves with ourselves or our after. thought.

Find me there. Or so I say and then remember

fire. The warmth of your hand the taste of a good beer.

Fireworks in the distance in every distance in every direction I told myself they were for us.

Find what's good in this day and all the other days seem so much more worth the struggle we put

forth. Thought I wanted silence in my ear until I tasted

fear.  And saw that light was good and

flaws were natural and the

future is what I let it be, fight for it to be, want it to be.

[kassandra]

KassieLovesKendrick.