#poeticconversation

[womanunderconstruction]

Let your imagination paint a way...there are endless possibilities! . . #poeticmind #poetrylanguage #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #poeticconversation #instapoem #instapoetry #poetsofig #writerserite #writerslife #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poems #poethic #poetryisnotdead #poetrysociety #wordswithqueens #writersofinstagram #authorsofig #poeticjustice #writersofig #poetsofinstagram #buttonpoetry #wordsmith #writersuniverse #poemsofig #poetrylife #soulsearching #creativewriting

[womanunderconstruction]

Looking back at good times can bring such joy, cheers to the memories we will always hold dear🍾🍷 . . . #poeticmind #poetrylanguage #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #poeticconversation #instapoem #instapoetry #poetsofig #writerserite #writerslife #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poems #poethic #poetryisnotdead #poetrysociety #poethic #writersofinstagram #authorsofig #poeticjustice #writersofig #poetsofinstagram #buttonpoetry #wordsmith #writers #authors #nostalgia #lookingback

[wittymeanb]

Love yourself ❤ ~ Bhakti Gadiyar @wittymeanb #bhaktigadiyarquotes #writersofinstagram #writersofinstagramindianwriters #penningdownmymind ✍❤ #writersofig #writersunite #instawriter #writercommunity #womenwhowrite #writers #writings #writerscommunity #writings #writingsociety #writingsocietyofinstagram #poetsofindia #poetsofinstagram #instapoet #instapoem #poemsporn #poems #poets #writers #writings #poetcommunity #poeticconversation #poetscorner #loveyourself #wittymeanb

[poementary]

"You smell like rain to me." "How can you freakin' smell rain?" "No, for real. It's like longing for the back of someone you once loved, knowing that the touch of their fleeting presence change your wholeness. You come out fresh." "That’s sad." "Can't you tell? Rain is the conundrum of sadness. Sadness is valid. Rapid. Stupid. Livid." "So sudden like unknowingly missing out on happiness, right?" "Right. The chance of having it all." #poeticconversation #conversatiin #thoughts #prose #poetry #poem #words #writings (at Taman Sari Water Castle, Yogyakarta)

[likewedream]

I keep telling myself that love wasn't enough, but what if it was? What if it was enough to love? What if we both walked away changed? What if we both learned something big and worthy from this to move forward into the rest of our lives? What if feeling that sort of love was a blessing, a gentle reminder of the force of that power? When we love, it has the capacity to alter the way we view the rest of the world.  Love WAS enough. It IS enough. It just doesn't mean that we have to continue to stay together and hurt each other any more.

[likewedream]

I've learned that we don't control when people leave our lives. I've learned what we can control is how we act, feel, smile anyways after they do.

[likewedream]

Maybe he came into your life to teach you that you don't need closure from every person you've ever loved. You don't need to hear an "I'm sorry." You don't need an explanation as to why. Maybe he came to you to teach you that you can find closure all on your own. Maybe he came to teach you that there are not always answers to things.. just things that happen to us at the perfect time for reasons unknown to us yet.

[likewedream]

I'm trying to write out what I feel but all I can muster up is a pounding chest and a deep longing for you that I am certain I will take to my grave. This love is real. So real. In fact it makes all of the others I have met along the way seem utterly insignificant. You feel like coming home again. You feel like lavender tea and warm showers. Your smile is radiant. So, so, radiant. ------------------------------ Flashback, two lovers. 16 years old. Three hand squeezes in a crowded room. " I love you," you scream silently. Four hand squeezes back. "I love you too." Always.