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  • Vote for my next print.
  • Vote for my next print.
  • 318 21 2 days ago
  • “what the heart wants.” 🥀
  • “what the heart wants.” 🥀
  • 6239 46 2 days ago
  • gon post all her notes that are my fav - @naaveesa i basically lav u ok
  • gon post all her notes that are my fav - @naaveesa i basically lav u ok
  • 813 16 3 days ago
  • "कहूँ किससे मैं कि क्या है, शब-ए-ग़म बुरी बला है
मुझे क्या बुरा था मरना अगर एक बार होता."
—Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib

Translation:
To whom should...
  • "कहूँ किससे मैं कि क्या है, शब-ए-ग़म बुरी बला है मुझे क्या बुरा था मरना अगर एक बार होता." —Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib Translation: To whom should I say what it is, this night of grief is a distressing experience, Why would I complain of dying, if it had occurred to me only once. Photo by Steve McCurry, "Violinist in an Outdoor Market, Marrakech, Morocco, 1988"
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  • Learn to let go of what hurts you 🌹
  • Learn to let go of what hurts you 🌹
  • 21 3 2 days ago
  • If you come running every time someone crooks a finger, your life will never be about you. You’ll never know your worth and neither will anyone els...
  • If you come running every time someone crooks a finger, your life will never be about you. You’ll never know your worth and neither will anyone else. People who keep you on the hook, who have a knack for showing up right when you think you’ve figured out your shit, who make you think you’re the most important person in the world for those few minutes or hours or days, but then disappear for weeks even months at a time...those people don’t really want *you*. They want to make sure you’re still thinking about *them*. They want your undivided attention because they need to be the center of everyone’s world. And the second they get their fix, they’re gone. 🐾 Love yourself enough to set boundaries, to say no to last minute plans if you already have something else going on. Even if that something else is relaxing alone at home watching tv. Time for yourself is important. It reminds you who you are and that you’re worthy of being valued, of being loved. And when you know how valuable you are, you stop putting up with people who don’t value you at all. You get to start over, on your own terms, and nothing is more freeing, or more empowering, than that.🐾 #quote #vignette #prose #poetry #prosepoetry #poetic #poet #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writer #writing #words #wordsmith #storyteller #artist #creator #lover #fighter #dreamer #survivor #bebold #bebrave #beyou #bewild #befree
  • 4 0 2 days ago
  • Never give up 💪
  • Never give up 💪
  • 9 1 2 days ago
  • Business as Usual
Alarm goes off... List:
Wake up at 4 
Let the dogs out 
Workout 
Shower
Meditate
Let the dogs back in
Eat Breakfast 
Let the dogs...
  • Business as Usual Alarm goes off... List: Wake up at 4 Let the dogs out Workout Shower Meditate Let the dogs back in Eat Breakfast Let the dogs back out Write or Work Lunch Break Let the dogs back in Work or Write Let the dogs back out Stop to Cook Dinner Clean Eat Dinner Let the dogs back in Work or Write Go to Bed That’s business as usual, but when I get to my bed. You’ll still be there, but only in my dreams. We used to make love late into the night. I would trace your curves, kiss your neck, cuddle with you, until we could no longer resist one another. Every night wondering if we were going to break the bed. Now, my nights are in silent solace. I’m writing you letters that I just end up throwing away. All I know is I love you more and more everyday. I wish I hadn’t taken you for granted. There is no falling out of love with your best friend. Amended List: Write Let go Fall asleep Repeat Hop on the #tatsuotrain 🐉🚆 and Follow me!🔥🔥🔥 #tatsuoyousuke
  • 15 3 2 days ago
  • —in healing, from Shards.
  • —in healing, from Shards.
  • 32 1 2 days ago
  • I could have scooped it up with a spoon.
  • I could have scooped it up with a spoon.
  • 32 2 2 days ago
  • boys ⁣
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danny cries on about missing a love he hasn't even touched⁣
and all i can think is how strange the thought is⁣
a boy kissing another. ⁣
i'...
  • boys ⁣ ⁣ danny cries on about missing a love he hasn't even touched⁣ and all i can think is how strange the thought is⁣ a boy kissing another. ⁣ i'm fourteen and some of these things i know. ⁣ i've had my sex ed lessons on the last seat of the class⁣ and i've dreams of my share of beautiful boys⁣ and i read this one thing somewhere that has stuck with me since,⁣ "a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, "⁣ unless he knows how to keep his damned mouth shut. ⁣ danny isn't quiet. ⁣ he's crying. ⁣ i want to call out this act of brazenness (or dumb weakness)⁣ but dead boys never listen. ⁣ ⁣ danny goes on about the boy with the gorgeous curls. ⁣ he does this so often. ⁣ takes what he covets (what a sinner!)⁣ or pins it to the ground and calls it his - same difference. ⁣ danny forces his lips against his dear lover's but they're frozen shut ⁣ and he's frozen still⁣ and danny kisses him but he doesn't move⁣ and danny has kissed him and he hasn't moved. ⁣ ⁣ (i told you already, a boy who likes boys is a dead boy)⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ #writing #writingcommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #featuredpoems #poetsofinstagram #featured #poem #journal #writer #love #dream#wordporn #poets #poetsofig #prose #poems #writersnetwork #quotes #reading #books #wordgasm #silverleafpoetry #tmswriter #coffee #caffeine #lgbtq #pride #boys
  • 11 1 2 days ago
  • Montage of Life

I stare at the sun the way I stared at you. I felt its warmth, saw its beauty.

I lift my head to the sky and breathe the freshest...
  • Montage of Life I stare at the sun the way I stared at you. I felt its warmth, saw its beauty. I lift my head to the sky and breathe the freshest air. I remember your scent. How have I become in midst of this emotional catastrophe when I have surrounded myself with people who truly care and love me? I poured the second bottle of wine to my glass. I thought of the paths I took and it hit me.. "I learned a lot but I am also tired. I had been in so much pain, confusion and it's so hard to explain. I am always not sure of what I am doing, but in that moment of chaos, I chose myself. It wasn't easy. It was the single heaviest decision I ever made. I broke everything to pieces because I needed to. I had to be in pieces to put myself together. And I haven't recovered yet, but I am fighting." *turns off the radio ..it's late in the afternoon and I have to go home. -D. Mercine
  • 8 2 2 days ago
  • TEARS DO NOT QUANTIFY MY STRENGTH *************************************************************It was troubling,
your belief that I am weak
As you ...
  • TEARS DO NOT QUANTIFY MY STRENGTH *************************************************************It was troubling, your belief that I am weak As you pressed your hands across my chest Searching for courage that is already there Perhaps I’m damned by the way I fail to keep my heart at bay And how easy feelings muster a coup against my composed bearings Is it the deluge in my eyes that quantifies my strength? Or the face of gloom on the misty reflection? Because neither of those is an inkling To the actual battles exhausting my strength Today, there is a sense of peace, the way you came home to me Welling in clarity Mustering triumph against formidable adversaries Because you were finally shown how to appraise bravery outside of my tears And that’s all I’ve ever wanted, for something to teach you This magnitude of pain this tonnage of grief An enslaving and aching discernment A loss unequaled to this only love you could ill afford But I’m bereaved of content For you may have learned your lesson I just wish it wasn’t me... Elle Bor
  • 335 42 4:12 PM Jan 9, 2019
  • Feeling down the last couple weeks but then I remember who I am 🤷🏻‍♀️.. a character in my friend’s book, FOUR CORNERS by Richard McDonald ❤️
  • Feeling down the last couple weeks but then I remember who I am 🤷🏻‍♀️.. a character in my friend’s book, FOUR CORNERS by Richard McDonald ❤️
  • 250 22 4:11 PM Jan 9, 2019
  • FULL PIECE BELOW *******************************************
Some deaths don’t leave corpses

no indulgence of despair
It’s simply an end 
a pain n...
  • FULL PIECE BELOW ******************************************* Some deaths don’t leave corpses no indulgence of despair It’s simply an end a pain numbed from too much denial of mercy Perhaps a voice silenced by deaf ears The begging wilts the pads of her fingers Scratching doors unwilling to open So she marches in exodus to retreat deeper within herself Soon the whisper ceases Just the croak in her throat Counting sheep until sorrow blankets her in slumber Tomorrow she will not wake up at least not where the world left her They go to a place where the shadows become their mother, Her and the rest of the forgottens... ************************************************************ Layout created with @over app
  • 412 39 10:14 PM Jan 4, 2019