That feeling when you’ve been…
carrying traumatic memories for almost two decades, not sure how to understand or explain them, and then you finally see a therapist and she changes your life but not because she fixed you but because she taught you how to listen to yourself first.
Yeah, that feeling.
"Hum aise log hain jinka sukuun se Waasta kam hai,
Hamare saath rehne ki Aziyat kaun kaatega.."
1 12 minutes ago
Boek 11 van 2020: Rose Blanche van Roberto Innocenti
Deze graphic novel las ik vorige week en vertelt het indrukwekkende verhaal van een jong meisje tijdens het Tweede Wereldoorlog. We zien de wereld van toen door haar ogen en lezen hoe onschuld kan leiden tot verschrikkelijke dingen.
Prachtige platen! De tekst is kort en eenvoudig. De illustraties vertellen het hele verhaal en passen perfect in het thema 'vrijheid' op school dat veel scholen nu hebben, vanwege 75 jaar vrijheid. Mooie uitgave @clavis_uitgeverij!
✨Perhaps this is just me, but i used to care so deeply for others and how they felt that it was hard for me not to exhaust all of my time and energy so that they would basically acknowledge my existence. (I still deeply care for others don’t worry lol). There’s always a breaking point that comes to you internally where you have to ask yourself, “am I giving to others because I genuinely care for their well being ? Or am I giving to others so that they return the same to me?” And this is something I had to ask myself daily while on this journey of self realization. But what helped me and can help so many other giving souls out there is to only exhaust what you can provide at any given moment which takes practice being conscious and listening to your heart and knowing yourself. We cannot give to others with which we don’t posses.
I say this with love because we all deserve what we need and desire, but it all starts from within when we learn about ourselves on the deepest level. It is a process, but one day it’ll pay off, I promise✨ (credit to the Radiant Rider-Waite Tarot Deck)
Poetic adaptation of an existing musical rhythm, derived from the “siguiriya”, a 12-count flamenco rhythm in which the beats are divided into 5 groups, and is traditionally “counted” in 5s
1 2 1 and
1 2 2 and
1 2 3 OR 3 and a
1 2 3 4 and a
1 2 5 and
Rhyme is optional, though a little bit of it may help emphasize rhythm if needed
How to Write in This Form: < OPTION 1 (see Stanza 1) >
Compose a 5-line stanza, which replicates the basic “sig” rhythm”: the 1st line has two 1-syllable words
the 2nd line has two 1-syllable words
the 3rd line has three 1-syllable words
the 4th line has three 1-syllable words
the 5th line has two 1-syllable words < OPTION 2 (see Stanza 2) >
Compose a 5-line stanza, which: (1) replicates the basic “sig” rhythm, AND (2) matches the number of syllables in each word to the ordinal number of that word in that line:
the 1st word in each line has 1 syllable
the 2nd word in each line has 2 syllables
the 3rd word in the 3rd/4th lines has 3 syllables “carmine sermon”
beat burnt bled
shed shred spread
rust crimson vermilion
charmed charging carnelian
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Silver @christinakaylenhart wins & @zjarime Bronze. Thank you to @poetryflowsthrough for judging the Totem Poetry Contest and the Mini Poetry Olympics. Link in bio
Awesome stuff come from creativity mixed with passion. Without these ingredients, you're writing a new recipe for mediocrity. What do you seek? Are you passionate about it? Did you know happiness comes from creating (that's exercising creativity)? 🖤
It has been just over a week since the new feature was added to the LIV app. I poured so much love into this app, and seeing so many people love the outcome makes my heart feel full. If you haven't seen the new LIV circles, download the app from the link in my bio to explore a new level of accountability.
I seek the water
I seek the trees
I seek the heavens
I'm brought down to my knees
Yeah, I know anger
I know peace
Yeah, I know darkness
Mmm, and it knows me
I've felt the fire
I've held the sword
I've fought desire
Mmm, but I lost that war
Crying out in shame
Oh, for goodness sake
I tried to disagree
Oh, but it knows me
Rest my soul, grace set me free
I know my sins and they know me
I have been reflecting a lot lately. Sometimes we need that space- to be alone and understand ourselves and why we do certain thing or react a certain way to situations. Many people talk about healing and self love (including me) and it’s easier said than done. But what some might not tell you it’s that it’s a constant journey of self-realization and growth. Sometimes I feel that I got it down packed to a T. I got this! I know this! But then something triggers me and I’m like fuckkkk I’m back to square one- but I’m not. Because the reality is that we are not perfect and we would never be. I honestly don’t strive to reach perfection and I wouldn’t want someone who wants that from me either. Because life is all about forgiving and learning. If we can’t forgive and be kind to ourselves, how do we expect others to do the same for us? -
There will be triggers and situations that will make you feel powerless and will bring you down- but we can’t control how others treat us, how they choose to handle a situation, or how they choose to learn from it and move forward. We however, can control how we react and how to move forward from there. We have the choice. We always do. The choice to use negative experiences as lessons, as a catalyst for growth and expansion. We can choose to expand our consciousness and do things differently the next time around. -
During this reflection period I learned that I am triggered by fears of abandonment because I have dealt with people who ran at the first sign of trouble. So when something feels too good to be true for me, I self sabotage because maybe I’m already expecting for things to go wrong. I’m expecting the worst. So I close myself off instead of seeing people as different individuals and not as a category. This is something I’m learning to overcome and NO I’m not perfect, but everyday I’m learning and choosing to be a better person. Because that’s what makes me human. Today I’m choosing to let go of fears and open myself up to the possibilities. Today I’m choosing to move forward and be a better individual. So, if you’re feeling down, or going through something, hang in there a little longer. You got this! Xoxo- Yaz 💗
خواندن و نوشتن دو تا مهارت جداگانه اما مکمل هستند!
در بین کسانی که مطالعه میکنند هم نویسنده هست و هم صرفا خواننده .
اما در میان کسانی که هیچ مطالعهای ندارن هیچ نویسندهای پیدا نمیشود!
مطالعه مثل پرورش الهام در مغز مستعد نویسندست؛ شما با مطالعه به گسترهای از دنیای لغات و جملات برمیخورید، آنها در ناخودآگاه شما ذخیره میشوند و به مرور زمان وقتی تصمیم به نوشتن میگیرید، تاثیر بسزای آن را کاملا حس میکنید!
یکی از تمرینهای مهم نوشتن، خواندن است.✔️
حتی نویسندگان بزرگ هم برای افزایش تاثیر محتواهاشون به سراغ کتابها و اثرات مشابه خود میروند.
Here it goes again; the hopelessness creeps in and stings and takes all of me. It's not what a depressive episode looks like on most people, but it does on me. This is a tightrope and I'm pretty good at keeping my balance; I never show any warning signs, because I notice them and know how to hold them down. You won’t find me sleeping the day away in a dark room even if that’s the only thing I want to do. Because I can’t let it win. I will live with it, because I can’t let it stop me from living.
When I'm unwell, I'm as perfectly curated as ever. When I'm unwell, I'm a fighter. I make plans I do not want to show up for, but I do anyway. I do my best to be the person I would be if I wasn't ill, because depression has already taken enough of me. So I'll wish myself on a rooftop, then make plans with friends for the following week. I'll buy myself a new summer dress for a season I don't believe I will live to see. Because when I don't see a reason to stay, I will give myself one. I will give myself hundreds of little ones.
I've done all this so many times; showed up as a ghost and acted like I was a person until I became one again. So I’ll be here for now. If this is where I am, I will not complain about the clouds but learn how to live underneath them until they are gone again. Because I can’t change the weather, but I can remind myself every morning to bring an umbrella, to maybe wear a warmer sweater. And if the wind still makes me shiver, I guess that’s just what it does sometimes.
I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do; to just accept that you’re depressed. To feel it and look at it like a demon on your back and just learn how to carry it; I don’t know if I should have to. All I know is it gets it’s hands on me sometimes and I refuse to let it win. So I wear fake smiles and show up anyway and laugh when my friends do, even if I don’t find anything funny, until I can feel it again. Because the one thing I do know is it does not last forever. It will be back, yes, but so will the happiness. And if the tides are not in my favor, I will just have to keep myself above the water as best as I can. If it washes over me, I’ll sigh and say “here it goes again”.
Yes, ok. I’m a drama queen👸🏻
So sue me💁🏻♀️
I’m an actor. It’s in the job description.
My full name, Rasarani, is Sanskrit.
Rasa can be translated to mean moods, or mellows.
Rani means queen☝️👑
Yeah, my parents kinda set me up for that one.
We were really hungry though, and by the fifth day we had pretty much run out of supplies. We made calls and were given some management jargon about nonfunctional cars, distance bla bla bla…
So there we were, day six, driving back from a highly successful show, a van full of very hyped up (from the show) very hungry (from days of starvation) girls.
We looked at the road that we were on, we looked at our driver, and we said, hell no. We bullied the poor guy (a monk actually😅) who was just volunteering to help us out, and told him to give us food or we’d get out and walk till we found the nearest restaurant.
A little determination gets you places👌
It got us to the most amazing pizza in Brazil🍕🤤❤️ We had a competition. Among the ladies, yours truly emerged victorious 💪
Actually not many of the guys beat me. Only our sound technician truly outstripped my 15 with a whopping 25 slices!
Ah, what a night😍
This was actually one of the least extreme things that happened in Brazil, believe it or not. Stick around for more stories and adventures.
And tell me in the comments if you could ever beat my record😏
Je kunt in dit leven alles al hebben uitgestippeld, de eindbestemming wisselt constant. Laat je leiden door het universum en doorloop deze reis vol vertrouwen!♥️
1 320 minutes ago
Why is the simple act of remembering feminine? Cousins’ birthdays, thank you notes. It’s been six months since your last cleaning, right? I always felt there must be something wrong with my brain. No matter how I tried, I could never remember as much about daily life as my friends. Friends being raised to be Women.
Sure, it could just be an extension of the life facilitation women are expected to provide for men, but I think it’s more than that. Because it’s not just that women are better at remembering. It seems that men are better at forgetting.
The link between memory and emotion runs deep. In many instances, they’re controlled in the same regions of the brain, involve the same neurotransmitters. Plenty of scholarly work has been done on the role of strong emotional reaction in memory formation. And anecdotally, you probably have an easier time remembering the highly emotional moments in your life. In the best case, it help you remember your child’s wedding day. In the worst: PTSD.
By shutting down men’s ability to feel their feelings, are we doing even more damage than we thought? If nothing is allowed to matter to you emotionally, if you’re never allowed to care, do the memories we form become less important too? For the most part, our memories aren’t just lists of actions we performed. They cause us pleasure, shame, nostalgia. And if you’ve always been trained to shut these feelings down, is there any point in remembering at all?
Taken from my new book "XIII". I once spent a night helping a young man who had attempted to kill himself after hearing voices telling him to kill his parents. When the voices became unbearable he slit his own throat to stop them. That night I spent with him inspired me to write "the voices". I think of him from time to time, I hope he got the help he desperately needed... .
Working on a blog post today for @blogdowntownalpena and realizing how much of my life revolves around the practice and idea of storytelling. From creating social media campaigns and marketing videos to tell stories about @downtownalpena—to working on the fantasy novels I’ve been trying to write for years—to joining @thunderbaytheatre’s board to support the theater in creating a space where people can come together to share their own stories and experience the stories of others on stage—to interviewing business owners and community members and sharing their stories and perspectives—to sharing my own stories in these tiny squares... I’m so thankful that my journey in life so far has allowed one of my greatest passions to permeate every aspect of my life.
1 624 minutes ago
CONVERSATION?//based on true events//
I'm frightened so much sometimes
of people who talk too loud and don't apologize,
I hate bad cooked food
and my plate always has leftover roti edges- raw and cold.
Starless night skies upset me.
These are the things I don't speak about
Because,honestly whenever I'm about to speak
my mind comes up with the doubt -
What if these are not frightening or upsetting enough to interest you in a conversation?!
But it's alright;
Because the all time low economy
is upsetting enough,
for us to talk with exasperation.
The 'Nation on fire' headlines
are frightening enough
for you to finally see the bluff
put up by those in power.
Government fucking our generation over
and their inhumane deeds aginst students
cause enough hatred
for me to speak my mind
and interest you in a conversation.
So, can I interest you in a conversation?
Wait, those still aren't the things you speak about,
Instead,you ask me what I think about
the new milkshake place or
the expensive coffee you bought me the other day,
You speak about the weather and heartfelt lyrics that you remember,
You speak about Trump's hair and college fest
and I've no clue
because I don't know how to go from there
to asking whether you're still blindfolded
Or just ignorant of the fact
that you're own nation is burning?
WE are the ones who's supposed to act.
But when your privileged ass asks,
Why is the whole nation getting worked up
over a stupid act of law?
I just reply, Don't wanna talk about it,
wanna have dessert tonight?
-j.s @thepenwielders @silverleafpoetry @globalagepoetry @poemsindia
I had no clue about we getting so close when we met first but your smile melted me that moment itself. I remember me spending the entire daydreaming about it and always hoped that i could get to see you again. Years later, I'll still melt for that damn smile every moment i get to see you. Follow my personal blog @evenfaaall for more ☔
84 8,9302 hours ago
Things just begin right there when you have a thought of ending everything. We all have bad times in life. What matters and makes it different is the way we handle it. We face hurdles at different stages, of course, life isn't that easy to live by. Challenges come at regular intervals in different forms, sometimes there's a series of bad things happening. But make sure that you don't give up, just keep trying my friend. There is a long way to go. Somewhere something just needs to click and there are a whole different story and a life to live by. I know many of us may be facing things where you just think of ending everything or just ran away. When you have these thoughts just remember, there's a lot of good things waiting for you. It's just the bad time that you're going through, it will soon fade away. Have faith and trust the process, make sure that you decide things wisely so that you don't regret later. Don't hurry into anything if you want it to stay permanent. Finally, have self-belief. It's you who gonna rise tomorrow and I believe in you - @evenfallpoetry
95 15,47725 February, 2020
How do you say moon in your language or any other language you know? 🌜
We often tend to forget that each one of us is different and unique. Our life is different compared to the rest, each one of face different situations in life. We often ignore it and try to fit or make adjustments to keep someone or others happy. Live the life you are been blessed with - @evenfallpoetry