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Between the slats
I see your arms reaching 
Between the synagogue tiles 
I can trace my navel on your spine 
Like between these fingers 
I see the reflection of a reflection •
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Inside the prayer book in my chest 
I see my eyelids brush between
The lines of these dusty psalms
I can hear your voice crawl to me
Like finding comfort in my bones 
As I ache to make this ribcage
Into your home •
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The betweens are the cores
Inside the apple seeds
As I turn to face the underneath
Here between your eyeballs
I see a third light of reach 
My hands have a lump 
In their throat, for it is then I know •
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Between the numbers on his arm
As his shovel took one last blow 
I hear the heavens rip like limbs coming apart •
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Between the in-between
Of heaven, hell, and morphed dream
I taste you in the way your arms drape
A love that was meant to be 
It was meant to be .
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#poem #poetry #poetrysunday #paperandpassion #creativesatwork #create #writers #writing #writings #bymepoetry #writingsonthewall #darkpoet #darkpoetry #poetsofig #deadpoetssociety #between #lovepoems #spiritual #poetrycollection #supportwriters #poetryisnotdead #originalphotography
//between// . . Between the slats I see your arms reaching Between the synagogue tiles I can trace my navel on your spine Like between these fingers I see the reflection of a reflection • • Inside the prayer book in my chest I see my eyelids brush between The lines of these dusty psalms I can hear your voice crawl to me Like finding comfort in my bones As I ache to make this ribcage Into your home • • The betweens are the cores Inside the apple seeds As I turn to face the underneath Here between your eyeballs I see a third light of reach My hands have a lump In their throat, for it is then I know • • Between the numbers on his arm As his shovel took one last blow I hear the heavens rip like limbs coming apart • • Between the in-between Of heaven, hell, and morphed dream I taste you in the way your arms drape A love that was meant to be It was meant to be . . . #poem  #poetry  #poetrysunday  #paperandpassion  #creativesatwork  #create  #writers  #writing  #writings  #bymepoetry  #writingsonthewall  #darkpoet  #darkpoetry  #poetsofig  #deadpoetssociety  #between  #lovepoems  #spiritual  #poetrycollection  #supportwriters  #poetryisnotdead  #originalphotography 
I wrote a poem in spanish months ago. It's about a woman dancing and there's serious breadcrumbs of gayness in there 😂 #poetrycommunity #poetry #poema #lamujer #poetrysunday #nerdstatus // #queer #nonbinary #trash #theme #human #shades  #instadaily #bekind #beyourself #loveyourself #doubletap #king #gypsysoul #hippieheart #athena #wanderlust
I am living. I remember you. #MarieHowe #poetrySunday #RIPGrandpa
IN THE DARK - PART XVIII: REVERIES. 🖤✨🌑
#poetrysunday #InTheDark #love #poetry #lovestories #EscapistReality #poetryblog #stars
IN THE DARK - PART XVIII: REVERIES. 🖤✨🌑
#poetrysunday #InTheDark #love #poetry #lovestories #EscapistReality #poetryblog #stars
Poetry: Love Her Wild.......
EVERYTHING
WE 
LOVE 
IS
WELL 
ARRANGED 
DUST. - ATTICUS
#loveherwild #poetrysunday #instagrampoetry #atticus #atticuspoetry #sabbathrest #love #poetryisforthesoul
Life in the Forest. 🌲 🌲Check out the latest Sunday Poetry blog post by clicking on the link in the bio 🌲
Life in the Forest. 🌲 🌲Check out the latest Sunday Poetry blog post by clicking on the link in the bio 🌲
Happy #socksunday #booklovers ❤️
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‚You said if it is meant to be, fate will bring us back together. For a second I wonder if you are really that naive. If you really believe fate works like that. As if it lives in the sky staring down at us. As if it has fingers and spends its time placing us like pieces of chess. As if it is not the choices we make. Who taught you that? Tell me who convinced you, you‘ve been given a heart and a mind that isn‘t yours to use? That your actions do not define what will become of you? I want to scream and shout „It‘s us you fool. We‘re the only one that can bring us back together.“ But instead I sit quietly, smiling softly through quivering lips, thinking isn‘t it such a tragic thing when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn‘t?!‘ - Rupi Kaur
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Heute mal etwas poetisches zum Sonntag ☺️ #poetrysunday 
Mögt ihr Gedichte oder poetische Texte? Als Teenager hab ich ganz viele geschrieben...und lese so etwas total gerne 😍😢
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Die liebe Pauline @linesbookworld hat mich vor Ewigkeiten zu #redbooks markiert, danke dir Liebes 😘
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Ich wünsche euch Lieben trotz des nass-kalten Wetters einen gemütlichen und ruhigen Sonntag 😘
#bookgram #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #book #booknerd #bookworm #bookaddict #bookaholic #booklove #booklover #bookblogger #ilovebooks #ilovereading #reading #bibliophile #booksofinstagram #readersofinstagram #igreads #igbooks #instaread #instabook #instabooks #poetry #bücherwurm #bücherliebe
Happy #socksunday  #booklovers  ❤️ . ‚You said if it is meant to be, fate will bring us back together. For a second I wonder if you are really that naive. If you really believe fate works like that. As if it lives in the sky staring down at us. As if it has fingers and spends its time placing us like pieces of chess. As if it is not the choices we make. Who taught you that? Tell me who convinced you, you‘ve been given a heart and a mind that isn‘t yours to use? That your actions do not define what will become of you? I want to scream and shout „It‘s us you fool. We‘re the only one that can bring us back together.“ But instead I sit quietly, smiling softly through quivering lips, thinking isn‘t it such a tragic thing when you can see it so clearly but the other person doesn‘t?!‘ - Rupi Kaur . Heute mal etwas poetisches zum Sonntag ☺️ #poetrysunday  Mögt ihr Gedichte oder poetische Texte? Als Teenager hab ich ganz viele geschrieben...und lese so etwas total gerne 😍😢 . Die liebe Pauline @linesbookworld hat mich vor Ewigkeiten zu #redbooks  markiert, danke dir Liebes 😘 . Ich wünsche euch Lieben trotz des nass-kalten Wetters einen gemütlichen und ruhigen Sonntag 😘 #bookgram  #bookstagram  #bookstagrammer  #book  #booknerd  #bookworm  #bookaddict  #bookaholic  #booklove  #booklover  #bookblogger  #ilovebooks  #ilovereading  #reading  #bibliophile  #booksofinstagram  #readersofinstagram  #igreads  #igbooks  #instaread  #instabook  #instabooks  #poetry  #bücherwurm  #bücherliebe 
#PoetrySunday on #tgim 🤗
"IN THE DARK - PART XVII" is up on #EscapistReality 🖤
#InTheDark #love #lovestories #poetry #poems #poetryblog
#PoetrySunday on #tgim 🤗
"IN THE DARK - PART XVII" is up on #EscapistReality 🖤
#InTheDark #love #lovestories #poetry #poems #poetryblog
Oh, love, open. Show me my country. Take me home. [Or, when your house comes with a dark red hallway and your partner embraces your chalkboard paint idea] #WendellBerry #poetrySunday
Oh, love, open. Show me my country. Take me home. [Or, when your house comes with a dark red hallway and your partner embraces your chalkboard paint idea] #WendellBerry  #poetrySunday 
Hebras

Las hebras de mi cabello no alcanzan,
Las cuento para no pensarte. 
Me faltas,
Pero me tengo. 
Me toca tejer un nuevo abrigo, 
Con tus hilos abandonados. 
Mi esencia empieza a colorear, 
Tu espesa ausencia. 
Eres un fantasma. 
Una caricatura capciosa. 
Dibujo tu sonrisa en la palma de mi mano,
Para no olvidar lo que me hacía contemplarte. 
Incluso, amarte. 
Las hebras de mi cabello no alcanzan, 
Las acaricio para reemplazarte.

Mientras nado en los ríos de mi alma, 
Alivio la sequía que dejaste al marcharte.

By: @mich_lafaurie 🌻
Link in my bio ☝🏽🔝🔝
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#poesia #poetrysunday #poetrygram #poetryofinstagram #poemaday #poemasdeamor #poemasdelalma #naked #freethenipple #mysoul
Hebras Las hebras de mi cabello no alcanzan, Las cuento para no pensarte. Me faltas, Pero me tengo. Me toca tejer un nuevo abrigo, Con tus hilos abandonados. Mi esencia empieza a colorear, Tu espesa ausencia. Eres un fantasma. Una caricatura capciosa. Dibujo tu sonrisa en la palma de mi mano, Para no olvidar lo que me hacía contemplarte. Incluso, amarte. Las hebras de mi cabello no alcanzan, Las acaricio para reemplazarte. Mientras nado en los ríos de mi alma, Alivio la sequía que dejaste al marcharte. By: @mich_lafaurie 🌻 Link in my bio ☝🏽🔝🔝 • • • • • #poesia  #poetrysunday  #poetrygram  #poetryofinstagram  #poemaday  #poemasdeamor  #poemasdelalma  #naked  #freethenipple  #mysoul 
#poem 29.05.17 |I.
talented pot head, furthermore one unfathomable enigmatican -
this one in english language (with a super greasy ball pen)

#hooch #poetry #englishpoetry #writing #poetrysunday #words #potheads #rainysundays
These are the last weeks of autumn
When the air thins and pricks my cheeks.
Chilled ankle bones from the orange-coated ground.

These are the last days of autumn
Where crispness rots to mulch, leaks
Into boot soles, and sock-toes are drowned.

These are the last hours of autumn
Whose dwarfed days darken and dampen
Into December’s relentless rain.

These are the last minutes of autumn.
What a season to abandon.
But I know she Will come again.
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#autumn
#leaves
#dog
#poetry #poetrysunday #instapoet #seasons #nature #shadow #words
These are the last weeks of autumn When the air thins and pricks my cheeks. Chilled ankle bones from the orange-coated ground. These are the last days of autumn Where crispness rots to mulch, leaks Into boot soles, and sock-toes are drowned. These are the last hours of autumn Whose dwarfed days darken and dampen Into December’s relentless rain. These are the last minutes of autumn. What a season to abandon. But I know she Will come again. . . . . #autumn  #leaves  #dog  #poetry  #poetrysunday  #instapoet  #seasons  #nature  #shadow  #words 
What the sea brought in

Brooms ,brassiers, empty bottles
of booze. The tip of my brother's 
missing forefinger. Bulbs,toothpaste caps,
instruments of grooming. Chestnuts,
carcass of coconut, crows, crabs.
Three dying fish, four dead grandparents.
Slippers of every stripe: rubber, leather, 
Rexine, felt. Rope, mollusc, baleen, foam.
Two ghost children foraging their way 
home. The Bootchie man, budgerigars,
a pack of poor poisoned dogs. Keys,
spoons, singular socks. Virginity returned
in a chastity box. Letters of love,
letters of lust, the 1980s, funeral dust.
What the sea brought in was enough 
to fill museums - decapitated marigold,
broken Nautilus, a betrayed school friend
stuck in the dunes like the legs of Ozymandias. 
Park benches, milk teeth, snake-skins,
cartwheels. Somewhere in the many years
of waking given over to sleep: a cavalcade
of cognitions, a mustard jumpsuit.
If everything we've lost were to return 
with the sea, how simply we could offer
our sun-scarred lives, our solid mattresses.
Such solace to know that barnacles house
empires, that the feral creature of love
grows from gravestones of breakers,
blooms like wildflowers in the fetch.
~Tishani Doshi

#poetry #poetrysunday #sundaymornings #coffeeandcontemplation #indianpoetry #tishanidoshi #sea #seaandthesong #readsome #travels #itsallblue
What the sea brought in Brooms ,brassiers, empty bottles of booze. The tip of my brother's missing forefinger. Bulbs,toothpaste caps, instruments of grooming. Chestnuts, carcass of coconut, crows, crabs. Three dying fish, four dead grandparents. Slippers of every stripe: rubber, leather, Rexine, felt. Rope, mollusc, baleen, foam. Two ghost children foraging their way home. The Bootchie man, budgerigars, a pack of poor poisoned dogs. Keys, spoons, singular socks. Virginity returned in a chastity box. Letters of love, letters of lust, the 1980s, funeral dust. What the sea brought in was enough to fill museums - decapitated marigold, broken Nautilus, a betrayed school friend stuck in the dunes like the legs of Ozymandias. Park benches, milk teeth, snake-skins, cartwheels. Somewhere in the many years of waking given over to sleep: a cavalcade of cognitions, a mustard jumpsuit. If everything we've lost were to return with the sea, how simply we could offer our sun-scarred lives, our solid mattresses. Such solace to know that barnacles house empires, that the feral creature of love grows from gravestones of breakers, blooms like wildflowers in the fetch. ~Tishani Doshi #poetry  #poetrysunday  #sundaymornings  #coffeeandcontemplation  #indianpoetry  #tishanidoshi  #sea  #seaandthesong  #readsome  #travels  #itsallblue 
#SpotlightSunday Poems: Sharing poetry from the greats and interpretations every Sunday! 
Today's Spotlight is on Pablo Neruda. A very underrated poet, who had such an unique ability to write words with a sense of urgency and fantasy. My favourite is Sonnet XVII - this was read in Patch Adams, by Robin Williams. I have never forgotten it. ⚘
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Sonnet XVII: 100 Love Sonnets ⚘
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
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than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep
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Spanish 
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
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Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.
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Te amo sin saber como, ni cuándo, ni de donde,
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te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,
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sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño
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📸: margodeco

#pabloneruda #neruda
#SpotlightSunday  Poems: Sharing poetry from the greats and interpretations every Sunday! Today's Spotlight is on Pablo Neruda. A very underrated poet, who had such an unique ability to write words with a sense of urgency and fantasy. My favourite is Sonnet XVII - this was read in Patch Adams, by Robin Williams. I have never forgotten it. ⚘ . . Sonnet XVII: 100 Love Sonnets ⚘ I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. ⚘ I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. ⚘ I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way ⚘ than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep ⚘ ------ ⚘ Spanish No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma. ⚘ Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores, y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra. ⚘ Te amo sin saber como, ni cuándo, ni de donde, ⚘ te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera, ⚘ sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño ⚘ 📸: margodeco #pabloneruda  #neruda 
the DownBeat 
is beyond 
communication— 
it is Communion 
and convokes the 
village ancestors.
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#DOWNBEAT
#POETRY
#POETRYSUNDAY
#POEMS
#POETS
#JAZZ
#DRUMS
#DRUMMERS
#COMMUNION
#ANCESTORS
#OFJAZZANDWATER
the DownBeat 
is the intuition 
that guides you 
when the village 
sends you on 
to other worlds

for initiation.
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#DOWNBEAT
#POETRY
#POETRYSUNDAY
#POEMS
#POETS
#JAZZ
#DRUMS
#DRUMMERS
#INITIATION
#OFJAZZANDWATER
the DownBeat 
leads you like
a trio of spirits 
versed in
rituals & rites 
of passage.
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#DOWNBEAT
#POETRY
#POETRYSUNDAY
#POEMS
#POETS
#JAZZ
#DRUMS
#DRUMMERS
#RITEOFPASSAGE
#OFJAZZANDWATER
you can try to
ban the band of
the DownBeat

but it is wild &
free, baebeh — 
the DownBeat 
cannot 
be possessed. 
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#DOWNBEAT
#POETRY
#POETRYSUNDAY
#POEMS
#POETS
#JAZZ
#DRUMS
#DRUMMERS
#OFJAZZANDWATER
we hear, they fear 
the polyphony of the people
& the polyrhythms of ritual

calling it subversion,
voodoo communication
& #liberation activity.
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#DOWNBEAT
#POETRY
#POETRYSUNDAY
#POEMS
#POETS
#JAZZ
#DRUMS
#DRUMMERS
#POLYPHONY
#OFJAZZANDWATER
Mannnn I remember they said Jay you ain't never be nothing😂 it's amazing how God can make something out of nothing huh🤔
#greatchurchday #poetrysunday #bealeadernotafollower
Rain articulates the skins of everything, 
pink of bricks from the fire they baked in, 
lizard green leaves, 
the wrinkled tongues of pine cones.
#AnneMichaels #poetrySunday
Rain articulates the skins of everything,  pink of bricks from the fire they baked in,  lizard green leaves,  the wrinkled tongues of pine cones. #AnneMichaels  #poetrySunday 
This is going to be a awesome. Don't play yourself, if you love poetry and you would be in Enugu city, keep a date with us. It will be worth every second of your time. #PoetryEvening
#RhymeAtDusk
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This is going to be a awesome. Don't play yourself, if you love poetry and you would be in Enugu city, keep a date with us. It will be worth every second of your time. #PoetryEvening  #RhymeAtDusk  #PoetryMeeting  #SpokenWord  - - - - #Poetry  #SpokenWord  #Events  #Poetry  #Spokenwordpoetry  #Spokenword  #poetrycommunity  #instapoetry  #Instagrpoetry  #igpoetry  #creativeminds  #creativity  #creativelife  #creativewords  #Creativenight  #poetryfriday  #Reformers  #Enugupoetry  #poetsinnigeria  #poetsinenugu  #OneNigeria  #poetrysunday  #poetrysociety 
#PoetrySunday is a day late but #InTheDark Part XV is here! 🌑🌊🌑
#EscapistReality #poetry #love 
www.mariasten.com/escapistreality
Since their twin youth, maybe she
had been pulling him toward her
all that time 
#mayswenson #poetrysunday
“For now our highest ambition
 was simply to bear the light of the day
 we had once been planning to seize.” #poetrysunday #poetry #bookstagram #books
We are for truth no matter who says it. Let's come and experience the liberating power of the truth. #PoetryEvening #RhymeAtDusk  we got a lot of things to say and we are #NotAfraidToSayIt #NATSI
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We are for truth no matter who says it. Let's come and experience the liberating power of the truth. #PoetryEvening  #RhymeAtDusk  we got a lot of things to say and we are #NotAfraidToSayIt  #NATSI  - - - #Poetry  #SpokenWord  #Events  #Poetry  #Spokenwordpoetry  #Spokenword  #poetrycommunity  #instapoetry  #Instagrpoetry  #igpoetry  #creativeminds  #creativity  #creativelife  #creativewords  #Creativenight  #poetryfriday  #Reformers  #Enugupoetry  #poetsinnigeria  #poetsinenugu  #OneNigeria  #poetrysunday  #poetrysociety 
Sundays...furrball in bed...pj's, rain & chubster. And books...poetry...ice cream❤️🦄🐬 🐶😘#happysunday #poetrysunday #mygoodboybarney #shihtzulove #writingsundays
From Ordinary Beast by @nicolesealey #apoemaday #poetrysunday
It can not be my spirit, for I'm still.  It can not be my mind, for it's gone mad in nature lust. 🌙🖤✨ #poetrysunday -
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The first ever poem I read in literature class remains to this day one of my favourites. As old fashioned as mulled wine for Christmas and, quoting the editor, "resembles one of the great carved heads of Mount Rushmore - half monument, half kitsch, and accessible to anyone willing to pay for parking", it was, and will continue to be, an inspiration to take the road less travelled. #poetrysunday
The first ever poem I read in literature class remains to this day one of my favourites. As old fashioned as mulled wine for Christmas and, quoting the editor, "resembles one of the great carved heads of Mount Rushmore - half monument, half kitsch, and accessible to anyone willing to pay for parking", it was, and will continue to be, an inspiration to take the road less travelled. #poetrysunday 
It's Poetry Sunday again! I'm back in the States and looking forward to a winter of productive writing and growth. This week's Poetry Sunday poem is up on my blog (link in bio) and it speaks to these ambitions. Hope all's well!
It's Poetry Sunday again! I'm back in the States and looking forward to a winter of productive writing and growth. This week's Poetry Sunday poem is up on my blog (link in bio) and it speaks to these ambitions. Hope all's well!
we only have like 20 words unpacked so far. #poetrysunday #magneticpoetry
THOSE EYES. 
New poem from #InTheDark on the blog #escapistreality 🌑 link in bio 
#poetry #poems #spokenword #PoetrySunday #writerslife #lovers #dreamers
“ah, life—
the thing
that happens
to us
while we’re off
somewhere else
blowing on
dandelions
& wishing
ourselves into
the pages of
our favorite
fairy tales.”
- Amanda Lovelace, The Princess Saves Herself in this One 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼The emotions on this book is so raw it definitely feel relatable. But it fell victim over Kate Tempest’s work that I read earlier who owns the top spot on poetry for me and sets the bar high. Simple & Straightforward! 3/5 ⭐️ #theprincesssavesherselfinthisone #bookstagram #amandalovelace #poetry #poetrysunday
“ah, life— the thing that happens to us while we’re off somewhere else blowing on dandelions & wishing ourselves into the pages of our favorite fairy tales.” - Amanda Lovelace, The Princess Saves Herself in this One 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼The emotions on this book is so raw it definitely feel relatable. But it fell victim over Kate Tempest’s work that I read earlier who owns the top spot on poetry for me and sets the bar high. Simple & Straightforward! 3/5 ⭐️ #theprincesssavesherselfinthisone  #bookstagram  #amandalovelace  #poetry  #poetrysunday 
I'd been nested deep so long / this could have been a lifetime
I'd been nested deep so long / this could have been a lifetime
🍃🍁🌿🍂 #poetrysunday #poetry