carriedbythewind
only when I truly feel, do I truly write ▪ 24 yrs old and my feet don't touch the ground ▪ #poetry
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“Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself.”
— Coco Chanel
“Don’t just learn, experience. Don’t just read, absorb. Don’t just change, transform. Don’t just relate, advocate. Don’t just promise, prove. Don’t just criticize, encourage. Don’t just think, ponder. Don’t just take, give. Don’t just see, feel. Don’t just dream, do. Don’t just hear, listen. Don’t just talk, act. Don’t just tell, show. Don’t just exist, live.”
— Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
“I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, to help them reveal the greatest version of himself.”
— Steve Maraboli
“No capacity to hate. It’s either love or I don’t care.”
— lieinlove
Happy to announce that since I am not longer running on fight or flight I can do fun things with magic which no longer just include small morning and night routines! For on the agenda is revenge.🌷🫂🪄🦋🩵🎉🩷🫶🤌✨💫🪐🔥☀️🌦️
I wish I could be a cloud, floating freely in the sky, painting beauty on mountains, crying when my heart's heavy, and shading children as they play in the sun.
— @ZaydAlix
“(…) for many a long day loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.”
— Bram Stoker, from Dracula
“I would paint a portrait which would bring the tears, had I canvass for it, and the scene should be - solitude, and the figures - solitude - and the lights and shades, each a solitude. I could fill a chamber with landscapes so lone, men should pause and weep there; then haste grateful home, for a loved one left.”
— Emily Dickinson, from To Susan Gilbert, 27 November-3 December 1854 in “Letters Of Emily Dickinson”
Everything
by Mary Oliver
I want to make poems that say right out, plainly what I mean, that don’t go looking for the laces of elaboration, puffed sleeves. I want to keep close and use often words like heavy, heart, joy, soon, and to cherish the question mark and her bold sister
the dash. I want to write with quiet hands. I want to write while crossing the fields that are fresh with daisies and everlasting and the ordinary grass. I want to make poems while thinking of the bread of heaven and the cup of astonishment; let them be
songs in which nothing is neglected, not a hope, not a promise. I want to make poems that look into the earth and the heavens and see the unseeable. I want them to honor both the heart of faith, and the light of the world; the gladness that says, without any words, everything.
“May we raise children who love the unloved things”
by Nicolette Sowder
May we raise children who love the unloved things–the dandelion, the worms and spiderlings. Children who sense the rose needs the thorn
& run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards sun…
And when they’re grown & someone has to speak for those who have no voice
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things
and be the ones.
“The thing you are most afraid to write. Write that.”
— Nayyirah Waheed
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” - Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan
To love someone sad
How much love does one need,
need to have,
to love someone sad?
Enough for oneself
and more for another,
when things go bad.
With tested patience,
I presume, they themselves are blue.
Hoping for sunshine even in the gloom.
What do they see in those dim eyes?
Like black holes that suck out life.
In their melancholic spirits that sap,
joy and mischief, out like a tap.
Both waiting for the end,
Drained and void of hope,
to mend the broken soul that's all out of sorts.
-pb
“He ate and drank the precious words...”
by Emily Dickinson
He ate and drank the precious words, His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust. He danced along the dingy days, And this bequest of wings Was but a book. What liberty A loosened spirit brings!
Found this on pinterest. Gonna make this my life's motto .
“I found the darkness comforting.”
— Louise Glück, from Faithful And Virtuous Night in “Faithful And Virtuous Night”
Feeling a little lost at the moment. I haven't been able to communicate for the longest time. I am very used to being by myself and not letting anyone in. But lately, I feel too lonely, like life is too monotonous without the hustle and bustle of people around. I want to connect with people, especially be able to talk to my existing friends itself. I know they won't be able to understand how I feel or relate to my problems and so I have kept it all to myself. In this way, I have become boring with absolutely nothing to say. I wonder how I should break out of this dullness in my life. Any tips on how to start?
13 things i learned in 2020
nothing stays the same. without a moment's notice, everything can change and leave you wondering what the hell happened. living in the present and appreciating the small things is important because nothing else is guaranteed or permanent.
we humans are not as important as we believe ourselves to be. when the bee dies so do the flowers. when we die the flowers grow back. if we are to build a better future, we must give back to the planet by changing the ways we live on it.
time is not real. there is nothing in the laws of physics that can prove it is anything other than a human construct.
power of the people will always outweigh the people in power. the 1% are scared of us realising this and acting upon it.
home is more of a person than a place. the way i see my family has changed. all that other stuff i thought i wanted when the true treasure was here all along.
distance does not lessen the value or strength of true friendship.
self-care is by far the most important skill to learn in life. being aware of my needs, how things effect me, and eliminating harmful inputs has gone a long way in improving my physical and mental health.
social media does not offer an honest or healthy way in which to view the world. like a toxic friend, it uses our desires and insecurities in all sorts of manipulative ways. being able to take a step back and reconnect with the real physical world can be both invigorating and revelatory.
simple acts of kindness cost nothing but are as precious as gold dust.
eye contact has become a new form of communication. with masks hiding half of our faces we have no choice but to look at each other's souls. we see each other more now and we offer strangers in the street smiles from our eyes rather than our mouths.
being lonely doesn't mean we're alone. everyone is going through something. even if they don't show it.
laughter is the closest thing there is to magic. watery eyes, burning chests and aching ribs from laughing too much are the most wonderful feelings in the world.
i am much more resilient and capable than i thought i was.