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[spunjarinodozu]

Archive Title: The Adventures of Falling Again Side Note: It still failed #poetry #poetrywriter #poetrysessions #poetryonistagram https://www.instagram.com/p/ByVBhfxJIEr/?igshid=4ezqwuk6tv0w

[slimblac]

from @brooke_jean - 🎥: “Value is Invaluable” . . . This weeks #PoetrySessions video is about nurturing your value. We pour so much into others leaving our own cups nearly empty. 💫 . . . Lyrics: ———————————————————————— Support yourself so confidently, honestly promising things beyond your scenes. Secondary secretaries separating your priorities but they’ll never truly prioritize your best interest. Incentives incentivize your senses sentences dictating your diction, delegating your opinions. Your voice matters but only if you’d listen. Enlisting nutrition as the basic nutrients for your needs, you can’t feed your body but neglect your mind... dreams don’t float on clouds compounding time... teams of people doubting your purpose, persuading persons to follow suit. A hollow truce will call on you. Testing the value of your virtue evaluating truth. So stay true to you… Gather factual information, formulate your own opinions surpass practical affirmations. There’s no limitations without some type of patience, but it only works if you’re patient. - #regrann

[doorsinfo]

The Doors Jim Morrison The Lost Paris Tapes 1971 CD #thedoors #cd #rare #poetrysessions

[girlwiththoseeyes]

move. let it move you. #poetrysessions #peacepieces #placeswevisit #soulswemeet

[thatgirlbrin-blog]

Ocean lungs

Anchor set, Parting fins, I was born under a fish. I feel it seems, I could be, Perfectly content below the sea. I'd be okay, For a day, To bounce in my own dreams. Solemn, alone, Independent, at home. I drown my face in the tub, I exhale and open up, Creatively, I am happy. Metaphorically I am not. Physically still on land, Mentally submerged in thought.

[thatgirlbrin-blog]

It stopped raining.

Creativity of a tree, 4am your brain is hungry, Fast asleep or so you think, My mind thirsty for your drink. To watch a writer live his life in pain because devotion, To stab myself with your passion is my final potion, I love your love for everything that isn't me, I love to see smile when a story is complete, Living life is simple and can become Mundane, Writing life is glorious and perhaps a bit insane.

[thatgirlbrin-blog]

Rivets.

Often, time wraps around my throat, Sometimes the passing years make me choke, Withering tree, That's you and me, Youth dripping from our glamorous teeth, My memories, a puddle, You're feet submerged within, Sometimes the empty air is my only friend, The glow ejected from hungry eyes, Once they have opened every surprise, This is routine this is our labyrinth, This is your youth before you didn't have it.