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Poachers on a downtrend in Africa
Poachers on a downtrend in Africa
Anti Poaching Unit in Kenya 905 poachers arrested in Kenya between 2007 and 2013. Africa has always been a hotspot for environmental crimes such as recovery of illegal wood, trading of animal skins and poaching bushmeat. The reason behind this is because there is many natural resources and wildlife products that are indigenous to Africa, which are also sold in the black market. The data…
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Lost in the Fog
Gasping from the pressure Grieving all I am Because nothing can make better And none can understand Some days there's rays of sunshine Emitting from my face Nobody knows that inside I'm falling down from grace
The present isn’t pleasant It’s haunted by the past Infecting all I touch …
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Fashion: Streetwear I love the concept of breaking down barriers & expectations that comes along with street wear. It is a beautiful rebellion. Opening a platform for stylists and designers alike. Nice piece. 8 more words
The fatality of dreams
The fatality of dreams
DAY DREAMS ARE:
Despair gift-wrapped in hope, And a pinch of the thing fairy-tales are made of.
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Wilting Winterrose No knocks on the windows to my soul. No door, here the winters' really cold. Though roses grow,
My Garland Is Not Enough
My Garland Is Not Enough
I would like to dress you up in my garland draped in my finest flowers. The cherry tomato red of my vivid, unrestricted and flowing love, the turquoise blues of my free spirited and adventurous companionship. The jarring luminous green of my festering and persistent pain. The sunset red-oranges of my warmth & care. The staggering tutti-frutti pinks of my tenacity, and ambition always seeking to…
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Playing Karma: The Art Of F*cking Over F*ckboys
Playing Karma: The Art Of F*cking Over F*ckboys
I will color you blind. Give me all grains of sand in your time. Just want to slip my hands into places that aren’t mine. Places undefined, places that she’ll never find. Just to spend a frozen moment, Stolen moment, Dragging my nails lightly onto hardened skin. And if they sharpen don’t be alarmed, I will blaze into you bloodstream, Listen to your silent screams And I will leave you scarred.…
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Wonders Of The Universe
Wonders Of The Universe
Painting: Tree of Wonders Artist: Josephine Wall Of many things in life I won’t enjoy, The feel of your lips on mine Purely brings me joy. My hands, Tightened grip on your midnight hair Being away from your touch, Suffocating despair. I’d like to make a vow. To love you now Til the hunger in my soul is sated, This requires: Showered butterfly kisses On the expanse of your skin Infinite times,…
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Dead Womxn Tell Tales
Trigger warning: Sexual assault, abuse.
I am tired of being dirty. I have scrubbed this skin with rubber, Raw pink goosebumps rising on the ends. In the end she was a corpse. A corpse that rose at the dead of dawn, Scent and senses stolen A tomb raid. Dragged to its grave Bathed in soil, Scrapped of all its possessions; Left destitute And buried, as purifying rain was drained by roots Dry and destitute. Dry and destitute The corpse lay…
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An Ode To Commitment Phobes: Let Sleeping Things Lie
An Ode To Commitment Phobes: Let Sleeping Things Lie
We were always just passing ones. Kind of like a spinning rack Choosing selectively Who would be the next snack, But we got comfortable. Imagining you saw beneath the soil Laid a precious stone; A celestial being, But it was not enough. Good enough to fuck, But not good enough to keep. We are a string of lies Weaved together Tied by your fear. Self seeking in the wrong corners. We are strung…
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Naive
“Your naive to believe that love will be enough” It was enough for me. When the little girl me Woke up with the morning mist Mourning life From the arrival of the first ray of light Til the rise of night When every breath seemed poisonous Every act futile Because the world envied me Punishing all my good deeds On my knees Please grant me peace in this chaotic tyrannical world Received…
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"I will blaze into you bloodstream Listen to your silent screams I will leave you scarred. Can't you see the gleam in these wicked eyes? You should be aware Beware keep that armor on" - "The Art of Fucking Over Fuckboys"
"I will colour you blind. Give me all the grains of sand in your time. Just want to slip my hands into places that aren't mine. Places undefined..." - Zee_(Winter_Rose) 🌹 [snippet from "The Art of Fucking Over Fuckboys"]
You Will Not Leave Me
You Will Not Leave Me
AudraAuclair_Purpose Print You will not leave me Like the darkness that creeps Into the sunlight You will not leave me Beautiful black shadows like the night Your essence carries through the air Permeating like rain on soil Filling my lungs Making me think I am whole You will not leave me Though I decompose like matter Breaking piece by piece Shattered You will not leave me Though I repel you…
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The Horcruxes
Title: Broken Artwork: Robert Richter I dissapate into the midnight fog I am broken into parts of 3 I am broken into parts of 3 multiplied by 3 – I am no longer me. Who will find me when I have hidden away Cast away my inner self When I am lost Who will recognize where these horcruxes belong When they are sharp, and deadly Hard formed frost Parts of me cannot be separated And for me to…
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I Need People That Are Lavendar Hues In My Life. Cool, Calm, Content & Collected. Serene 😌
Blooming From Within 🌹 A Winter Rose. An African Goddess Dipped In Sunshine. 🌅 A Paradox. Photo credit: @gabriella_adrianna (at 37 on New)