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Words are powerful, they can't be erased once you wrote it, can't get it back once you speak it. Word is powerful.

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Sometimes, you do things and you do them not because you’re thinking but because you’re feeling. Because you’re feeling too much. And you can’t always control the things you do when you’re feeling too much.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via books-n-quotes)

[books-n-quotes]

Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.

Neil Gaiman, Coraline (via the-book-diaries)

[meanwhilepoetry]

The cruelest thing that someone can do to you is first claim to love you more than anything in the world. That they have never seen anything as exquisite as you. That you are every star in the night sky, you have a love to give sweeter than any they have ever tasted. That they will never leave you, because my goodness, look at what all you have to give, they are content, they are content, they are content. And then one day, out of the blue they do.

The cruelest thing that someone can do to you is lull you into a false sense of security. Convince you that this, this is the forever love you have been looking for. This is the kind of love you needed all this time, the kind of love you have craved and let you get comfortable in it because it will last, it will last, it will last. And then, one day, they wrap all of their love into a bundle and walk away without a second glance back at you.

The cruelest thing someone can do is convince you that you will be enough for them. That there will never be another that makes them feel this way, play with their hair, tease them, make them coffee in the morning just the way they like it, you are a language that has become their mothertongue, and one cannot forget their mothertongue. And then, one day, they forget all about you, like you never existed and you are left with this language in your mouth that no one else speaks.

The cruelest thing someone can do is simply leave without warning after promising you a life together. They take this soft heart of yours and love it until it’s so full only to throw it to the ground and crush it into a million pieces. They take everything you built together and take a hammer to it like it is nothing but a glass house that is meant to be destroyed. This is the cruelest thing that someone can do to you. Disappear without a warning when they swore they would love you.

Nikita Gill, The Cruelest Thing Someone Can Do To You

[meanwhilepoetry]

One day you will find someone who doesn’t look at you and see only the broken pieces. Instead they will see the light that shines through those cracks. They will help you grow flowers within those pieces of you that you assume will never live or breathe or grow again.

One day you will find someone who doesn’t allow you to see only the worst in yourself. Instead they will show you the same reflection in the mirror that you have come to hate so much and show you the flecks of gold that you have constantly missed seeing in your own eyes, the beauty of your soul as it resides inside your face, the softness inside your heart that glows so beautifully through.

One day you will find someone who shows you that everything that scares you can be defeated. They stand by you and hand you the weapons that will defeat your demons, never once trying to fix you, instead giving you the confidence that you can and you will fix yourself. They are the person who will cheer you on the most, never feeling insecure of your successes, instead encouraging you to grow more successful everyday.

One day you will find someone who will aid you to become the best version of yourself. They show you how brave you truly are and give you perspective on the things that have tried to destroy you. They let you fall apart when you need to and help you piece yourself back together again. Their love for you gets you through everything.

One day you will find someone who brings you healing. They take your hand and walk besides you on this path which you think you are completely alone on. They allow you to take in everything around you at your own pace and at your own time. And most importantly they help you to evolve into the person you need to be. They help you become the hero in your own story.

Nikita Gill, One Day You Will Find Someone Who Brings You Healing

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And one day you will do the same to him.

[meanwhilepoetry]

One day you will find someone who doesn’t look at you and see only the broken pieces. Instead they will see the light that shines through those cracks. They will help you grow flowers within those pieces of you that you assume will never live or breathe or grow again.

One day you will find someone who doesn’t allow you to see only the worst in yourself. Instead they will show you the same reflection in the mirror that you have come to hate so much and show you the flecks of gold that you have constantly missed seeing in your own eyes, the beauty of your soul as it resides inside your face, the softness inside your heart that glows so beautifully through.

One day you will find someone who shows you that everything that scares you can be defeated. They stand by you and hand you the weapons that will defeat your demons, never once trying to fix you, instead giving you the confidence that you can and you will fix yourself. They are the person who will cheer you on the most, never feeling insecure of your successes, instead encouraging you to grow more successful everyday.

One day you will find someone who will aid you to become the best version of yourself. They show you how brave you truly are and give you perspective on the things that have tried to destroy you. They let you fall apart when you need to and help you piece yourself back together again. Their love for you gets you through everything.

One day you will find someone who brings you healing. They take your hand and walk besides you on this path which you think you are completely alone on. They allow you to take in everything around you at your own pace and at your own time. And most importantly they help you to evolve into the person you need to be. They help you become the hero in your own story.

Nikita Gill, One Day You Will Find Someone Who Brings You Healing

[books-n-quotes]

I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.

Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland (via books-n-quotes)

[new-poets-society]

Slam Poetry - My Dear Friend Depression

My dear friend, How you have been there for me, deciding my self worth, How much i can eat and putting in your input for how long i should be on this earth. Giving me fashion advice when i was too fat for all those pretty clothes, And sticking up for me against all my friends and family whom in which you loathed. My dear friend, You being so controlling leaves me to wonder, If i am really good enough for this world or does the thunder On my thighs really matter or am i really this hideous monster, That will never be hotter, You say to me go a little while longer, But honestly i can’t, survive i cant get stronger And i’m left to wonder how long iv’e got left on this earth, As if when i see myself in a skirt all you can tell me is my body is disgusting, and i should be ashamed to live another day, I sit there knife in hand, But this time i’m not bluffing, This knife isn’t for hunting, its for the cutting of my flesh, So i beg, My dear friend, whom has been so trusting i ask, Why do you do you sit there blankly, loving nothing more than to seem me in pain. You begin to answer with all these reasons, But all i hear is the percussion, thats interrupting the inevitable repercussion of your words that have hurt me for so long so, My dear friend, I ask you, are these really all lies about my body that you have lead me to believe in, That have left me bleeding Dreaming of a way out of a prison of hell filled with demons telling me, YOUR TOO FAT My dear friend, I can’t live like this anymore, With you controlling all the things i do and say, what i eat and how i dress and i scream, My dear friend please end this cold war, For i can’t ignore the fact than this help was more than what i had asked for, You have left damage that i simply restore, so therefore i beg you My Dear Friend, Please stop the madness, please stop the voices, please end this poison, Because all the faces i have ever gotten to know are voiceless, Oh dear friend, why Iv’e been so loyal, And if your not going to let me go i will make a run for it so friend i say goodbye, i no longer adore your fiery words, or appreciate your mentor, Therefore i say goodbye. But friend why don’t you accept my wishes, Try to keep me here in this hell hole prison, I have to get out, i have to leave, I no longer believe in these words in you recommend And i really don’t mean to condescend I thought you were my friend. But there is an ‘end’ in friends’ and this is it I clench my fists, Anger pours out of my slitted wrists, these lists Of hurtful words you scream, that ruined my dream, I rip and tare until you cannot bear to look at me in the face. Disgrace, You shout and scold and tell me that i’m worthless, But My Dear Friend i never meant to hurt you, Its too late,your gone, faded away, ‘Is this it’ i begin to pray, do i no longer have to worry how large my arms are, or what i weigh, I feel many emotions in ways that i can’t convey, My airway, Is freed of all of all the lost breath and pieces of food that i couldn’t digest. But somehow, In all this happiness, a though has crossed my mind, Was i blind, I realised that all those people whom i craved to get back to, Wouldn’t want me, Because all of the mean things i said and the things that i did, I am alone, so i’ll sit here under the dead palm tree, Sipping softly at my green tea, Wondering what life would be like if i had just stayed With My Dear Friend, So i look to the knife wondering if i should take my life, Because this is no way to live, So i slowly i reach out grasp by grasp, but i don’t have enough energy I feel myself become weak I feel myself, feel defeat, I give up this is over i feel my body lower, To the floor, But i hear the opening of a door, My eyes to sore to look, I shrug, my body damaged by the drugs, i’m shook, But in this moment i am embraced into a hug, I extend, my arms into this hug, Realising that this anonymous hugger is none other than, My Dear Friend.

[zceherezade-blog]

Adieu.

[mycosmicbackyard]

How to survive when you`re a dreamer

You know, in my dreams we don`t have to be privileged slaves cause we do have a home to live in,  and we do have what we need,  and we are free, because that was  our birthright, from the moment we came here,  we were always going to be free beings trapped in unrealistic thought patterns but in my dream, you live in freedom and you smile in peace, your face  is free. From stress, from struggling from feeling exhausted because of the frames that don`t fit us, we just tried them on, and then we said: “These do not fit!” before we threw them away  and ran barefoot, laughing  with our kids beside us,  those smiles of freedom, that natural  way to look up to the skies, to the stars,  to wonder what`s out there,  because we do have everything we need down here, we are free,  free souls in a free world,  and do you know how close we are?  Do you even have an idea of how close we actually are? We are so  close to get that world to be free, too.  I dream of it every day,  in fact all the time,  because that is how to survive,  when you are free but trapped in unrealistic thought patterns and you know, you just know that we are just around the corner. 

The corner, it is there, and I can see what`s behind it.  It`s just some steps in that direction, I will run with you if you dare,  crawl if you must,  and walk alone if I have to.

But please please Look for that corner with me. 

[thepastelfog]

Carnations

The roses, they grew from my arms

Swelled up from deep in my veins

Delicate briars slit my wrists

Petals, borne from my blood

Lavender sprigs and Queen Anne’s lace

Replaced my hideous brain

Flowers out my ears

And flowers out my nose

And flowers stuffed into my mouth

Oh, of course, my chest was of dandelions

Scarred from snipping and pulling

And drenched in the noxious, the pesticides

My heart was at best, a concave

For immortal weeds to occupy

But today, I met the spring

The beginning of growing again

She planted the seeds

I let someone in

And suddenly,  I’m made of carnations

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[zceherezade-blog]

A 21st century teacher must be flexible and creative, these qualities are very important in a constant changing world, wherein needs of students are increasing. Teaching is not just mere teaching, but is also inspiring. Therefore, a teacher is not just a teacher, she/he must know how to inspire her students and be an ideal model to them. It's clear that what we study inside the school is in the ideal setting of schools or classes that we expect to teach someday, however we should be reminded of the reality that those kind of settings doesn't really exist, for there are always complications that we will be facing in the real setting. I have learned in the interview we conducted that there are big gaps and differences of what we study in school and in reality, because every school has their own way of conducting tests and their own kind of curriculum and TOS or table of specifications that they follow, with their own unique strategies. In my earlier year experiences at school, there are many instances in which our abilities are tested, hence, various assessment tests were given. As a future teachers, it is very important to us to be familiar with the approaches used in teaching and in making tests. In testing our students, there are processes that we have to administer, there are also various types of tests that a teacher can do to check certain ability, but the most important thing is to make sure that we as teachers shall be able to make and construct good tests, that will surely administer and check what our students have learned and address the things they still need to learn, tests that are valid and reliable. When we make a test, it must contain the lessons that we discussed to our students, the readings they done to really check if they have learned anything from those and also, the level of our students like Miss Dawan said in our interview with her. Language tests are not always about grammar, because most language teachers focus more on the content and the comprehension skills of the learners, and for the communicative purposes. Maybe because language teachers knew, that language is not just a language, that it is not just about grammar but is used in a wide range of purposes. Teaching is hard, but making tests is harder because there are so many things we need to consider, and look into to make a reliable and valid tests for our students, that's why it's really important too to us teachers to learn the basic principles and approaches of making language tests.

[zceherezade-blog]

witness the twinkling stars as they reveal their places in constellation, with the moon hanging low on the vast night sky.. nearer to the earth, bigger in our sight-- illuminating the clouds and shadows of the night an spectacular scenery of heavenly bodies glittering the black canvas beneath. Photo credits to the owner. #supermoon #moon #stars #cloud #stellar #illusion #sky #celestial #selenophile #words #poems #poemsonig #poetry #wordgasm #write #letters #writerofig #bard

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I opened the door, let the high walls guarding my heart break down, no more stone heart act-- the leaves already withered, as well as my heart run dry. I bottled up everything, and kept it on my own. autumn came and so you do too, I prayed not to fall.. . to just let go-- as how the leaves fall on the ground I watched my heart fall all at once. Then autumn get passed, I never saw you again.. and then fall came, now I watch everything around me fall.. including my tears contained for many days -- I wilk bottle up everything, keep it on my own. Even when autumn comeback , I won't let it fall.. . just let it go-- won't let this heart fall and crack. #poems #PoemsOnIg #words #poetry #fall #heart #autumn #seasons #charr 😂

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Open-mic 💞 Spoken word Poetry. (at Solano, Nueva Vïzaya)

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The Secret Library. An open-mic spoken word poetry. Babang Luksa: Huling Hikbi Bago Tuluyang Mawala #tula #salita #spokenwordsph #secretlibrary #hugot (at Solano, Nueva Vïzaya)

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Black Books 💓💖 #ofpoetry #prose #poems #books #poetrybooks #wordsanonymous

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#haiku #wordsandtext #wordgasm #wordporn #haikujam #writersofinstagram #jammers #write