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Take me back to yesteryear. When wind tangled wild flowers in my curls. When I was young. When I was untouchable. 🎵Free-Broods🎵
How does this one make you feel?
Blissful? Youthful? You tell me 🙃
Teach her to be independent
To be self-sustaining
Creative enough to earn her own income
Teach her to be versatile
And alert to grab opportunities when she sees any
Tell her that the bag and shoes must not always fit in color
And too much contour makes it look like the sun hugged her face
Tell her that she doesn't need everything to be happy
So all her properties and box of ornaments don't count actually
Tell her those old clothes could fit the poor and needy
Those shoes could save a feet from a piercing nail
So why let them lay idle when they could be useful
Tell her to always be positive
For everything positive ends well
Teach her these things
"I can almost taste the pumpkin pie on his breath, see the sticky candy corn stuck in between his teeth, I can also feel the cold coming from his shoulders. Instead of pre planning Halloween costumes and drinking cinnamon spice lattes for likes on Instagram, I'm wearing a jacket that's not his. Practicing how to wiggle five fingers goodbye because that's what you do at the end of August. Try to hide the fact that the only green around is jealousy and the leaves have already stripped itself of color because it can not be patient enough to wait until the end of summer. They're ready to reveal what is beneath the veins and skin. I too strip myself because I am not patient. I show my veins and skin in autumn colors. Red cheeks when I'm angry at you, yellow skin glowing from the sun but it actually burns, orange you glad you aren't me? I packed away the bathing suits, shorts, tank tops and dresses the way you packed away how I feel blue. Stuck them in the closet, and took out new jackets and none of them belong to you." - Stephanie Christine Mendez ✍🏼 #editing#newpoetry#newprose#gettingreadytopostonmyblogforfall#soexcited#cantstopwontstophashtagging#hahahaha#poet#poets#poetsofig#poetsofinstagram#poetsofinsta#write#poetry#writers#writersofig#writersofinsta#writersofinstagram
Love this poem, When Your Hero Falls by #tupac , a reminder as to why you should always be your own hero and have no expectations of anyone, expectations can hurt and in reality not one soul is prefect, were all just at different levels in this game of life, doing the best we can with the cards we have been dealt... #poem#tupac#poetry#oldsoul#words#writers
He never did find out her name.
In the years that followed his descent into madness he would think often of that street corner in Cartagena. He wondered if she still walked that same route every day.
Did someone else eventually have the courage to ask her name?
Did she have a family now? (Had she had one back then?) Was she out there living a perfectly ordinary life?
Where would he be now if only he'd mustered the courage to speak back then? Just one time was all it would have taken... _
Thousands of glossy, envious eyes followed his social media from the monotonous comfort of their ordinary lives; All of it overflowing with tales of daring and adventure in hundreds of cities in scores of countries around the world, all of them a world away from that little street corner in Cartagena.
He pitied them. All so ordinary. So commonplace. So very plebian.
All watching him live the life they could only ever live through his #unfiltered pictures; In between having monochrome dinners with their ordinary spouses, driving around their ordinary families in their ordinary homes. (Maybe with an ordinary pet or two thrown in for good measure.)
If only their lives could be like his, he mused as he obsessively waded through one bland profile after another.
If only they could know the intense happiness that came from never having been obstructed by something as reckless as asking her name... .
[Follow-up to July 31st's IG post:
"Preamble to a descent into Madness.]