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i’m fucking nuts. 
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  • if it’s crazy to love you i’m fucking nuts. ___________________________ I HAVE CANDLES LINK IN BIO www.zachwhitman.nyc #zachwhitmanpoetry fb: @zachwhitmanlive o n a m a z o n 📚 {astoria, nyc}
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  • SWIPE FOR FULL POEM
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one of my favorite feminist pieces. i hope you enjoy ❤️
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comment your thoughts/tag somebody below 🌺
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  • SWIPE FOR FULL POEM • one of my favorite feminist pieces. i hope you enjoy ❤️ • comment your thoughts/tag somebody below 🌺 ————————————————— my upcoming collection, ‘shades of lovers,’ comes out april 2nd in both paperback and ebook. preorder through the link in my bio 🌸 my first two poetry collections, ‘the boys i’ve loved and the end of the world’ and ‘how the words come,’ are available now! get yours on amazon today 🌸 ————————————————— @catarinehancock#catarinehancock
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  • It'll always be you❤

Do follow my page @ajmahin and inspire me to write more❤
  • It'll always be you❤ Do follow my page @ajmahin and inspire me to write more❤
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  • There’s an old house with a screened in porch. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
The way the light filters inside at late afternoon unsettles me. It’s more...
  • There’s an old house with a screened in porch. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The way the light filters inside at late afternoon unsettles me. It’s more than a visual memory. That place has a feeling. Like I’ve really been there. Like it’s real. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The longer I spend on this side of the veil the quicker the details fail me. When I first wake I can taste it. I feel the wood grain from the creaky porch door beneath my fingertips like I’d just shut it. In quiet moments, like when I’m doing dishes or folding laundry, when I least expect it, I get unbelievably realistic flashes. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Usually of how it feels to sit on that screened in porch, watching the light filter inside through swirling ribbons of dust. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Sometimes it’s like that other world is more real to me than this one. Like when I fall asleep, I actually wake up. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #writersofinstagram #writer #instapoetry #writerscommunity #writersofig #poetsofinstagram #poem #poetry #poet #instawriters #infj #introvert #infjproblems #writing #writersnetwork #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #findtheothers #thirdeyeopen #quotes #spiritualgrowth #wisdom #truth #nature #growth #theelegantwill
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  • Romantic.
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  • Juke Ross
Fresh Roses

Darling, I've been trying to hold you down
Though the fear within my heart still lingers round
Darling I am hoping to see yo...
  • Juke Ross Fresh Roses Darling, I've been trying to hold you down Though the fear within my heart still lingers round Darling I am hoping to see your face Every Sunday morn in my embrace And though the fear within my heart still drives me over the edge It is you that I want to hold me in bed And should the sun shine tomorrow I'll be holding my head Cause I'll be hoping for raindrops instead Fresh roses in my garden need the rain I've been hoping for clouds, but the sun remains Fresh roses in my garden need the rain Heaven sent me your love, but it keeps me chained Darling I was searching for the light within When you came on in placed my world in a spin I was aching when you came around Funny how things work, how my world was upside down And though the fear within my heart still drives me over the edge It is you that I want to hold me in bed And should the sun shine tomorrow I'll be holding my head Cause I'll be hoping for raindrops instead Fresh roses in my garden need the rain I've been hoping for clouds, but the stars remains Fresh roses in my garden need the rain Heaven sent me your love, but it keeps me chained I'll bide my time and i will wait Patiently for the day When the cloud are dark and the skies are red To feel your love over me Fresh roses in my garden need the rain I've been hoping for clouds, but the sun remains Fresh roses in my garden need the rain Heaven sent me your love, but it keeps me chained
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  • —water everything that grows quietly in your chest, from The Sky Grew Back with Clouds.
  • —water everything that grows quietly in your chest, from The Sky Grew Back with Clouds.
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  • On my last account...@elongated_epiphany ...I wrote a poem it went like this..."if you want to be a well-liked poet, just use your first two initia...
  • On my last account...@elongated_epiphany ...I wrote a poem it went like this..."if you want to be a well-liked poet, just use your first two initials and your last name for your handle and write sappy shit all the time." This was a clever ruse...my jealousy and envy and anger towards many poets who receive acclaim that I felt were not worthy. It was not even a personal attack on one, it was mostly just a tasteless piece of shit that arose from the colon of my consciousness. I was mad that my words were not being seen. I was pissed off that It all seemed a vicious neverending circle where I post words and words and words and likes and likes and likes. So mad, but in reality...I lost complete sight of what it all means I lost sight of what people's true support means to me. I lost sight of myself, my purpose. I defamed the words....poetry. It is much easier to do than one thinks...people see me, yet they do not see all of me...good and bad....the same as I only saw the bad and overlooked the good. Overlooked what was truly important. So I abandoned the account..once again...a recluse...running. took a few months to truly center myself...to not be deterred by the instantaneous up and downs. The nature of this machine...to see through it...into the true humanity...in hopes that through truly inspiring to write for the words...for humanity, for beauty, for passion, for eloquence, for love, for sadness, for laughter, for smiles...maybe if I can finally write for this and this alone....I will finally save my soul. I am truly here and dedicated to the expression. All of those who support me and who I feel now my friends. You mean the world to me. It truly touches my heart and soul when tbh before....it hardly grazed it...because I was not truly open....I was an illusionist...well there is no magic in this piece...just a whole lot of shit....thank you for reading...thank you for being here... #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #instapoem #instapoet #instapoetry #instapoetrygram #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #writing #writersofinstagram #writers #writersofig #spilledink #spilledinkpoetry #thoughts #wordporn #words #poetryisnotdead #deadpoetssociety #wordswithkings #wordsmith
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  • YOU ARE MORE THAN JUST YOUR POTENTIAL. GO OUT AND GET IT ALL 2019 BY ANY MEANS 💯💪
  • YOU ARE MORE THAN JUST YOUR POTENTIAL. GO OUT AND GET IT ALL 2019 BY ANY MEANS 💯💪
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  • She wore shades throughout the day but expected you to be her sunshine . 
Someone that leeched on her skin but didn’t devitalize her body .
Someone...
  • She wore shades throughout the day but expected you to be her sunshine . Someone that leeched on her skin but didn’t devitalize her body . Someone that warmed her heart like heated seats in twenty degree weather. Artificial beliefs is what her past taught her . Leaving her in a room of mirrors judging her conversation . It was hard laying in a bed of actions and not feeling the words cover her body. She was vulnerable.
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  • the process.
  • the process.
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  • So many years have gone by
And age has made both of us
A lot older than we used to be,
A little wiser than we used to be.
And when the yesteryears ...
  • So many years have gone by And age has made both of us A lot older than we used to be, A little wiser than we used to be. And when the yesteryears Enter stealthily through the doors Of a veiled moon and a dark cirrus, We look back at what we used to be And what we have become today. __ So many years have gone by And I don't see a single sign of you And you see me not in who I am today. I have changed as I should have - I have built a small hut in a new village now. You still are in the city we used to live in. And maybe we'd have been so much happier now, __ But I have changed as I should have And you, you still have those grey hairs Like the rays of moonlight falling on my face now. __ And when I have changed as I should have, You still live in the city we used to live in, Looking the way you used to look, And maybe, just maybe, you haven't changed a bit, The way you should have changed. Ministry of Magic.©
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  • Sometimes, we’re just too afraid to feel...
  • Sometimes, we’re just too afraid to feel...
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  • FULL PIECE BELOW
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Here we are,
approaching the cusp 
of a new start
Our failings conced...
  • FULL PIECE BELOW ************************************************************ Here we are, approaching the cusp of a new start Our failings conceded to the idea of redemption Making certain that we relish in this rare currency Forgetting that we are at the helm of our own change It is certainly enticing, the gift of starting over But let’s not forget That the merit of beginning almost always comes in the growing... Elle Bor
  • 390 51 7:23 PM Jan 1, 2019
  • Ten things I fear:

1. Small, dark, and enclosed spaces
2. My turn on the roundabout and 4-way stops
3. Airplane turbulence 
4. The drilling sound ...
  • Ten things I fear: 1. Small, dark, and enclosed spaces 2. My turn on the roundabout and 4-way stops 3. Airplane turbulence 4. The drilling sound at the dentist 5. Being exiled to outer space 6. Never mustering enough courage to dream 7. Dying before ever knowing how you feel 8. Dying before telling you the same 9. Forgetting who I am, forgetting it all 10. And only remembering who you are /ten things I fear, from least to most/ Elle Bor
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  • I haven’t yet found a way 
to burn your nostalgia 
off my tongue
Elle Bor
  • I haven’t yet found a way to burn your nostalgia off my tongue Elle Bor
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  • *************************************************************I watch the post clock 
run its hands 
Nine fifty-nine to ten
Right before 
the ferry ...
  • *************************************************************I watch the post clock run its hands Nine fifty-nine to ten Right before the ferry horn wails Charcoal pigeons startled away from their driftwood stoop It is uncanny, without effort How time rules No matter our protests to keep it still, we permit the phenomenon in painful resolve There aren’t many things I choose to defy But the ones that are, They’re often aligned with grave impossibility Such as fate, fear love and time of course I wish I could go back to the bellies of my past Use my words first before testing them in my mind Perhaps, if nothing else You’ll know how I feel And it calls to me a faint but thriving bellow Vociferating our names amid the howls of the surf We want it, the ocean’s retort But only the ones we want to hear No wonder why I’ve been waist deep in all the answers And yet, I cannot bring myself to understand See, I’ve been waiting for the day I’ll stop loving you When what I really needed was to accept that it will never happen But that there is a beautiful life placed in front of me Still so much much more to live for... Elle Bor
  • 438 43 4:06 PM Dec 27, 2018
  • I’m always searching
for the insatiable
found only in the thrill
of the fleeting
Something similar
to the boy I once loved
who came to be the man I...
  • I’m always searching for the insatiable found only in the thrill of the fleeting Something similar to the boy I once loved who came to be the man I lost And I wonder if he spurred my addiction to the temporary or perhaps I was never made for permanence… Elle Bor
  • 346 34 3:53 PM Dec 27, 2018
  • It remains winter
in parts of you 
that have forgotten how to love me
Yet you long for my return 
Hiding it cleverly in plain sight 
with the hunge...
  • It remains winter in parts of you that have forgotten how to love me Yet you long for my return Hiding it cleverly in plain sight with the hunger of a new born volture scouring for dead things in the grave of the living Elle Bor
  • 344 18 3:53 PM Dec 27, 2018
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I held him tighter that day 
in the very same moment 
you parked your gaze at me
Her fingers weaved int...
  • ******************************************* I held him tighter that day in the very same moment you parked your gaze at me Her fingers weaved into yours my head cushioned by his shoulder And just before our elbows brushed in passing, Everything ceased but you and me Right there, we were clinging to kin sentiments imploring to the same god And we really could have Took each other’s hands and ran as fast as we could But the hourglass stopped its last grain of sand fell without warning Before courage takes another chance to pursue us And so we went, with the rest of the world Obeying the compass from the hands that held us But not before they pressed on our skin, the silent aches of our goodbye The loud rebellion told only by our eyes Our vow swept away by the roaring greeting of the monsoon I often think about it, that night we laid on the rust colored sofa deaf to the chaos within our periphery You said, “You’re the one I want to spend my life with.” How I believed it How much I felt the same And in some ways, our words remained true We will always have this thing between us a vast magnanimity wound up inside our fists The day you took her hand while I took his You see, I will always love you in this lifetime meant only to fight it.... Elle Bor
  • 556 54 3:15 PM Dec 18, 2018
  • Love,
You inspire me 
Both to make poetry 
and set the pages on fire
And love,
I cannot bring myself to 
choose one over the other...
Elle Bor
  • Love, You inspire me Both to make poetry and set the pages on fire And love, I cannot bring myself to choose one over the other... Elle Bor
  • 214 21 3:13 PM Dec 18, 2018