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  • If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation- Jiddu Krishnamurti
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  • If you begin to understand what you are without trying to change it, then what you are undergoes a transformation- Jiddu Krishnamurti
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  • //OpenLetter - Nickname//
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From your old best friend y'all have forgotten, 
You remember, whenever I meet a new person, I give them a special nickname. Sometimes a colour, sometimes an object or even an animal, or mostly I just shorten their name to make it into something cute, charming and unique. And they do the same for me. A unique name: you'd think what's so great in that. 
Oh well, you know, a unique nickname - the name by which just that one person calls you - makes you special for them. There's an emotion attached to the sweet nickname you give to them and whenever you hear it somewhere, it reminds you of them. Reminds you of them when you're friends, but even more when you're not anymore. 
It's been months, years, and even today I remember all the nicknames that I ever gave to y'all, regardless of whether you do too, and whenever I hear any of them, I do get reminded of you because, that one word, it was only our thing, just ours, once upon a time. 
It's been like years since y'all have left, and I still can't use the nickname I gave you for someone else because they are not you. If someone today calls me by the nickname that you used to call me, I get sad. I just can't allow them because memories are there in the depths of my heart, buried, but still alive, and will never be dead; and if they get unveiled, I get sad in the reminiscences of you, even if y'all don't even bother anymore. 
Condolences to every nickname that died and every name I now hate to hear just because of the people from my past.

With cold-hearted love,
Your Khubu, plumgurl, chick, kuchbhi, pumpkin, munchkin, chopi, khubsoo, bhooth buddy, sweet muffin, KhushDeep, khusukhu, BAEtichod, cherry, khargosh and KhuSa.

To,
My DeepKhush, bhooth buddy, abbbyyy, nikkiii, waferball, polar bear, BAEtichod, AppyFizzzz, My-sabse-favourite-paaltu-doggie, meenu, bitchie bitch, chopa, BhushKutta, PavBhaji, roshogulla, sweet potato and aarav. 
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  • //OpenLetter - Nickname//
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    From your old best friend y'all have forgotten,
    You remember, whenever I meet a new person, I give them a special nickname. Sometimes a colour, sometimes an object or even an animal, or mostly I just shorten their name to make it into something cute, charming and unique. And they do the same for me. A unique name: you'd think what's so great in that.
    Oh well, you know, a unique nickname - the name by which just that one person calls you - makes you special for them. There's an emotion attached to the sweet nickname you give to them and whenever you hear it somewhere, it reminds you of them. Reminds you of them when you're friends, but even more when you're not anymore.
    It's been months, years, and even today I remember all the nicknames that I ever gave to y'all, regardless of whether you do too, and whenever I hear any of them, I do get reminded of you because, that one word, it was only our thing, just ours, once upon a time.
    It's been like years since y'all have left, and I still can't use the nickname I gave you for someone else because they are not you. If someone today calls me by the nickname that you used to call me, I get sad. I just can't allow them because memories are there in the depths of my heart, buried, but still alive, and will never be dead; and if they get unveiled, I get sad in the reminiscences of you, even if y'all don't even bother anymore.
    Condolences to every nickname that died and every name I now hate to hear just because of the people from my past.

    With cold-hearted love,
    Your Khubu, plumgurl, chick, kuchbhi, pumpkin, munchkin, chopi, khubsoo, bhooth buddy, sweet muffin, KhushDeep, khusukhu, BAEtichod, cherry, khargosh and KhuSa.

    To,
    My DeepKhush, bhooth buddy, abbbyyy, nikkiii, waferball, polar bear, BAEtichod, AppyFizzzz, My-sabse-favourite-paaltu-doggie, meenu, bitchie bitch, chopa, BhushKutta, PavBhaji, roshogulla, sweet potato and aarav.
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    By the admin❤️
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  • LÁGRIMA SECA

Deslízate lágrima, aquí está tu ojo, 
como una gota de cielo. 
Nunca me atrajo el sin color, lo inanimado y amorfo que no tenía sabor y parecía invisible, me causó siempre una despreocupación exagerada que no intenté ocultar. Para mí aquello que parecía invisible no era importante. Siempre le di gran relevancia a eso que podía percibir mejor con mis sentidos hasta aquel día en que el agua se acabó toda, se agotó en el planeta, se fue de mí y también yo tuve que irme.

Solo Dios sabe cuánto sufrí, ni una sola lágrima más, ni ríos, lagunas, glaciares, mares, ni vino para la cena familiar, ni siquiera nieve en diciembre, nada. También yo desaparecí porque era más agua que cuerpo. Treinta y tres años en este mundo y nunca dimensioné que la necesitaba tanto para funcionar, para vivir, para respirar, para amar. 
Los poemas, relatos, cuentos en los que solía sumergirme—para encontrarme en este mundo—, también perdieron valor cuando ella se fue. El agua era protagonista de todo aquello que leía, así que nunca más una escena de amor romántica tuvo sentido sin la lluvia, nunca el mar pudo reaparecer en un párrafo con sentido, jamás nada volvió a fluir: No pude dar ni recibir más besos, ni siquiera una caricia, jamás pude tener hijos en mi vientre ¿en qué líquido iban a nadar y protegerse? Ya no era posible, ya no había nada en mí. La vida acabó con su extinción. 
Solo cuando la perdí pude valorarla, entonces lamenté toda la basura que había albergado en mi mente, también la que arrojé a la calle sin pensar, los árboles que nunca sembré, los que corté y dejé morir, las miles de veces que salí de mi casa dejando la llave del grifo abierta, aquellas en las que permití que una gota de agua cayera sin razón en mi ducha, esa misma gota que hoy necesitaría en mis ojos para desahogar su ausencia.

Publicado en el libro “Pasto un territorio sensible al agua.” (2018) 
Por: Andree Julieth Villota Realpe.

Obra pictórica: Boris Arteaga @arteaga_boris .
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  • LÁGRIMA SECA

    Deslízate lágrima, aquí está tu ojo,
    como una gota de cielo.
    Nunca me atrajo el sin color, lo inanimado y amorfo que no tenía sabor y parecía invisible, me causó siempre una despreocupación exagerada que no intenté ocultar. Para mí aquello que parecía invisible no era importante. Siempre le di gran relevancia a eso que podía percibir mejor con mis sentidos hasta aquel día en que el agua se acabó toda, se agotó en el planeta, se fue de mí y también yo tuve que irme.

    Solo Dios sabe cuánto sufrí, ni una sola lágrima más, ni ríos, lagunas, glaciares, mares, ni vino para la cena familiar, ni siquiera nieve en diciembre, nada. También yo desaparecí porque era más agua que cuerpo. Treinta y tres años en este mundo y nunca dimensioné que la necesitaba tanto para funcionar, para vivir, para respirar, para amar.
    Los poemas, relatos, cuentos en los que solía sumergirme—para encontrarme en este mundo—, también perdieron valor cuando ella se fue. El agua era protagonista de todo aquello que leía, así que nunca más una escena de amor romántica tuvo sentido sin la lluvia, nunca el mar pudo reaparecer en un párrafo con sentido, jamás nada volvió a fluir: No pude dar ni recibir más besos, ni siquiera una caricia, jamás pude tener hijos en mi vientre ¿en qué líquido iban a nadar y protegerse? Ya no era posible, ya no había nada en mí. La vida acabó con su extinción.
    Solo cuando la perdí pude valorarla, entonces lamenté toda la basura que había albergado en mi mente, también la que arrojé a la calle sin pensar, los árboles que nunca sembré, los que corté y dejé morir, las miles de veces que salí de mi casa dejando la llave del grifo abierta, aquellas en las que permití que una gota de agua cayera sin razón en mi ducha, esa misma gota que hoy necesitaría en mis ojos para desahogar su ausencia.

    Publicado en el libro “Pasto un territorio sensible al agua.” (2018)
    Por: Andree Julieth Villota Realpe.

    Obra pictórica: Boris Arteaga @arteaga_boris .
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    #díadelagua #22demarzodiamundialdelagua #22demarzo #aguaesvida 🌎 #agua #pasto #vidadeescritora #writers #cantoalaguamundial
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  • I've decided every Friday I'm going to try and make a artist/writer/people appreciation post or story! This first one features four WAY underappreciated and SUPER talented artists that I'd like to call my friends. They're tagged in the post and it would be much appreciated if you follow and check out their work.
  • I've decided every Friday I'm going to try and make a artist/writer/people appreciation post or story! This first one features four WAY underappreciated and SUPER talented artists that I'd like to call my friends. They're tagged in the post and it would be much appreciated if you follow and check out their work.
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  • Work on one thing which solves all others, your happiness, and everything else will fall into place 💓 | #faiqthepoet
  • Work on one thing which solves all others, your happiness, and everything else will fall into place 💓 | #faiqthepoet
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  • Why investing can be frustrating even when the cost is small or affordable?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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💣Because it’s YOUR hard earned money⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
💣The same excuse that stops GREATNESS “I can’t afford to invest or I don’t have the money right now, and my favorite when I get a client/ customer ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
💣The fear of someone taking your money & not delivering what they say or results⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
💣The fear of being played & manipulated by the seller and or coach⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
💣The fear of buying something you already know ugh I hate when this happens to me too⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
💣The fear of being told what to do but not the how and why as the why motivates you to follow through because you understand the importance of doing what is required ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
💣One of my other favorites “I already have a coach or I can google and do it myself” yet you’re still not consistently making the money you want 🤦🏽‍♀️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
💣“My partner or I need to ask my spouse” I have a better one I’ve heard before “I need to pray on it— as if God hadn’t already told you to trust him he’s got your back⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
💣Wait I have another good one “I need to ask my kids or my kids can do or teach me marketing” 🤦🏽‍♀️ you may as well ask your dog too! 😂 😂 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
💣I need to wait a couple of weeks and or save⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Okay, enough of that don’t feel too bad about all the excuses you make because I’m guilty of doing this in the past.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
🧠 What shifted my mentality was desiring more I know there’s something on the other side for me & my family! I got tired of doing everything alone...⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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Click Link in BIO to Learn & Earn in my marketing ExSELLerator⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
1000% Strategy & Actionable Steps to boost sales & target  ideal buyers & more⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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#GoodMorning #GoodAfternoon #TakeAction #NOEXCUSES #haveacupofcoffee #coffee #morningswithDDMS Follow #Business #BusinessTips #Marketing #MarketingTips #entrepreneur #mindset #mindsetshift #digitalmarketing #bossbabes #consultant #coach #directsales #smallbusiness #bloggers #writers #smallbusinessowners #growyourbusiness #inspiration #motivation #determination #sales #socialmedia #contentmarketing
  • Why investing can be frustrating even when the cost is small or affordable?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    💣Because it’s YOUR hard earned money⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    💣The same excuse that stops GREATNESS “I can’t afford to invest or I don’t have the money right now, and my favorite when I get a client/ customer ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    💣The fear of someone taking your money & not delivering what they say or results⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    💣The fear of being played & manipulated by the seller and or coach⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    💣The fear of buying something you already know ugh I hate when this happens to me too⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    💣The fear of being told what to do but not the how and why as the why motivates you to follow through because you understand the importance of doing what is required ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    💣One of my other favorites “I already have a coach or I can google and do it myself” yet you’re still not consistently making the money you want 🤦🏽‍♀️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    💣“My partner or I need to ask my spouse” I have a better one I’ve heard before “I need to pray on it— as if God hadn’t already told you to trust him he’s got your back⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    💣Wait I have another good one “I need to ask my kids or my kids can do or teach me marketing” 🤦🏽‍♀️ you may as well ask your dog too! 😂 😂 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    💣I need to wait a couple of weeks and or save⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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    Okay, enough of that don’t feel too bad about all the excuses you make because I’m guilty of doing this in the past.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    🧠 What shifted my mentality was desiring more I know there’s something on the other side for me & my family! I got tired of doing everything alone...⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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    Click Link in BIO to Learn & Earn in my marketing ExSELLerator⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    1000% Strategy & Actionable Steps to boost sales & target ideal buyers & more⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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    #GoodMorning #GoodAfternoon #TakeAction #NOEXCUSES #haveacupofcoffee #coffee #morningswithDDMS Follow #Business #BusinessTips #Marketing #MarketingTips #entrepreneur #mindset #mindsetshift #digitalmarketing #bossbabes #consultant #coach #directsales #smallbusiness #bloggers #writers #smallbusinessowners #growyourbusiness #inspiration #motivation #determination #sales #socialmedia #contentmarketing
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  • It takes a torn chest to sew all broken pieces of the world because shattered  people see destruction and want it to go away just like they want themselves to die as if that will make them leave
It takes a crippled sun to burn the world because the moon is used to being halved and quartered and It takes a thousand pieces of my ash to live like I do, to blow along the holy wind and people have learned to make bricks out of my remains because jagged parts make such grand art that pricks in the right places and people don't even realize they have been stitched together.
My father once threw a timid brown sapling into our garden saying it is of no use and while dying it heard my mother sing to her growing belly so it held on to become our biggest tree.
It was raining in the sunlight and children were happy they would get to see a rainbow Little sparrows had gathered by the window to sing and our dog bit my aunt to keep her away when my mother knew she had constructed more than a child.
There was no rainbow that day, a first born daughter feels just the same so everyone was happy to see colours on my hands but it takes heartbreak to create so much and nobody ever diagnosed the fracture in my heart that appeared in my voice because there is no happy artist and rainbows are born out of chaos my father had always wanted a beautiful garden so I knew when to cry so it rains when it is needed because it takes a shattered chest to be so vulnerable
even the clouds stop to look and listen and I learned that my mother knew she had made more than a child so I thought of calling back the sparrows who had sung at my birth and a crow cawed they had all run away and they hadn't even looked back because I could make it rain and they couldn't stand so much pain in my voice so I have been wishing to go away so the sparrows come back
and the world is pricked in the right places because it will be the greatest poem I'll ever write because my mother taught me a song I don't remember and it broke my heart and the brokenness did push me off our nest but the sparrows hadn't seen a human child fly like that.
- nidhie saini
  • It takes a torn chest to sew all broken pieces of the world because shattered people see destruction and want it to go away just like they want themselves to die as if that will make them leave
    It takes a crippled sun to burn the world because the moon is used to being halved and quartered and It takes a thousand pieces of my ash to live like I do, to blow along the holy wind and people have learned to make bricks out of my remains because jagged parts make such grand art that pricks in the right places and people don't even realize they have been stitched together.
    My father once threw a timid brown sapling into our garden saying it is of no use and while dying it heard my mother sing to her growing belly so it held on to become our biggest tree.
    It was raining in the sunlight and children were happy they would get to see a rainbow Little sparrows had gathered by the window to sing and our dog bit my aunt to keep her away when my mother knew she had constructed more than a child.
    There was no rainbow that day, a first born daughter feels just the same so everyone was happy to see colours on my hands but it takes heartbreak to create so much and nobody ever diagnosed the fracture in my heart that appeared in my voice because there is no happy artist and rainbows are born out of chaos my father had always wanted a beautiful garden so I knew when to cry so it rains when it is needed because it takes a shattered chest to be so vulnerable
    even the clouds stop to look and listen and I learned that my mother knew she had made more than a child so I thought of calling back the sparrows who had sung at my birth and a crow cawed they had all run away and they hadn't even looked back because I could make it rain and they couldn't stand so much pain in my voice so I have been wishing to go away so the sparrows come back
    and the world is pricked in the right places because it will be the greatest poem I'll ever write because my mother taught me a song I don't remember and it broke my heart and the brokenness did push me off our nest but the sparrows hadn't seen a human child fly like that.
    - nidhie saini
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  • ‪ Read more - 
The fact known yet unacknowledged ‬
We only live to die ‬
‪Leave behind the things ‬
‪We are proud of ‬
‪Worked hard for ‬
‪Chased even after  sunsets ‬
‪The fame we held up close‬
‪becomes just another name ‬
‪The love we took for granted ‬
‪will be regretted ‬
‪but will not be resurrect‬ed
All the time well spent 
in being busy , We thought 
Will haunt us 
For losing all the moments 
That mattered 
In the quest to fly 
we ignored the people 
Who could only walk 
While flipping the pages of life 
Everything inked was a thing
No moments , no people or no song to sing 
We race to win against time 
At last , no matter what 
How high we may fly 
We only live to die .

Pic credit - Pinterest
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    The fact known yet unacknowledged ‬
    We only live to die ‬
    ‪Leave behind the things ‬
    ‪We are proud of ‬
    ‪Worked hard for ‬
    ‪Chased even after sunsets ‬
    ‪The fame we held up close‬
    ‪becomes just another name ‬
    ‪The love we took for granted ‬
    ‪will be regretted ‬
    ‪but will not be resurrect‬ed
    All the time well spent
    in being busy , We thought
    Will haunt us
    For losing all the moments
    That mattered
    In the quest to fly
    we ignored the people
    Who could only walk
    While flipping the pages of life
    Everything inked was a thing
    No moments , no people or no song to sing
    We race to win against time
    At last , no matter what
    How high we may fly
    We only live to die .

    Pic credit - Pinterest
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  • "Esa mujer debió encontrar algo tan salvaje dentro de sí misma, que ahora es indomable". David Sant 💜🔥
  • "Esa mujer debió encontrar algo tan salvaje dentro de sí misma, que ahora es indomable". David Sant 💜🔥
  • 121 5 14 hours ago
  • ************************************************************* I see you,
dancing  beneath the full moon
Eyes glimmer
as if the night loaned you 
all its stars 
But I know it’s still there,
at the edges of your laughter 
The torment that urgently 
pulls you dead under 
In the moment
you sense my attendance 
It is only as I look at you 
when love rears  its two faces 
One is the reckoning force 
that moved every mountain 
so I could get to him 
And the other,
gouged a shallow crater
off the ruins 
Burying you alive
with its large debris 
And I hope someday you’ll forgive me
as I lie here in my own grave 
earning your retribution-Elle Bor
Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor . 
All rights reserved
  • ************************************************************* I see you,
    dancing beneath the full moon
    Eyes glimmer
    as if the night loaned you
    all its stars
    But I know it’s still there,
    at the edges of your laughter
    The torment that urgently
    pulls you dead under
    In the moment
    you sense my attendance
    It is only as I look at you
    when love rears its two faces
    One is the reckoning force
    that moved every mountain
    so I could get to him
    And the other,
    gouged a shallow crater
    off the ruins
    Burying you alive
    with its large debris
    And I hope someday you’ll forgive me
    as I lie here in my own grave
    earning your retribution-Elle Bor
    Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor .
    All rights reserved
  • 649 89 28 January, 2019
  • *******************************************
I’ve foreseen their arrival,
your parting words 
that make islands out of people
And even with anticipation,
death still came for me
Willing the ground to crack
below my feet
Engulfing me alive 
My hands labored in its torment
Sunburn resting along my skin
Dirt lodging inside my nails 
Collecting pain 
as if it’s a currency to ransom you back 
And I thought I was ready for this 
making certain in many ways 
That only an indelible ink
writes our history 
To remind me 
that it was real

Yet much like your dominion 
to pull me from afar,
You have a vicious way
of ruining me
without breaking skin 
Voiding my insides
in the absence of a knife 
I’m here,
on the mountain stoop
Laying flowers 
over the autopsy
of our breakage 
Chest brazen 
Drenched in deluge 
as the world watches silently 
beneath my proud bearings
Thunder roars
Lightning blinds
subduing the cries for your name

No matter my steel armor,
I’m just not strong enough 
when it comes to you 
Elle Bor
Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor . 
All rights reserved
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    I’ve foreseen their arrival,
    your parting words
    that make islands out of people
    And even with anticipation,
    death still came for me
    Willing the ground to crack
    below my feet
    Engulfing me alive
    My hands labored in its torment
    Sunburn resting along my skin
    Dirt lodging inside my nails
    Collecting pain
    as if it’s a currency to ransom you back
    And I thought I was ready for this
    making certain in many ways
    That only an indelible ink
    writes our history
    To remind me
    that it was real

    Yet much like your dominion
    to pull me from afar,
    You have a vicious way
    of ruining me
    without breaking skin
    Voiding my insides
    in the absence of a knife
    I’m here,
    on the mountain stoop
    Laying flowers
    over the autopsy
    of our breakage
    Chest brazen
    Drenched in deluge
    as the world watches silently
    beneath my proud bearings
    Thunder roars
    Lightning blinds
    subduing the cries for your name

    No matter my steel armor,
    I’m just not strong enough
    when it comes to you
    Elle Bor
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    All rights reserved
  • 598 77 22 January, 2019
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There’s a wedge between our names 
beyond the toilsome space 
that your footsteps left behind
Much more than our wails and rebellion
to return to each other,
A dire caution 
takes shape 
Days akin to this
I recognize familiar sentiments
drifting along my body 
Searching for a way back 
inside their old home
I’m always powerless 
befallen by your dominance 
Ceasing all of my efforts
to find love that isn’t yours 
But you and I,
we’re only message-bearers
To tell everyone in our path 
The value of saying how we feel
in moments when 
we could still make a difference
In a way that we can be heard 
We were always meant to tell the world 
our story 
How beautiful it was
How grim it ended 
The lesson of our ruin
was the only thing 
free for our taking 
And the love,
though great
and matchless
Belongs to no one,
not even to us...
Elle Bor
Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor . 
All rights reserved
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    There’s a wedge between our names
    beyond the toilsome space
    that your footsteps left behind
    Much more than our wails and rebellion
    to return to each other,
    A dire caution
    takes shape
    Days akin to this
    I recognize familiar sentiments
    drifting along my body
    Searching for a way back
    inside their old home
    I’m always powerless
    befallen by your dominance
    Ceasing all of my efforts
    to find love that isn’t yours
    But you and I,
    we’re only message-bearers
    To tell everyone in our path
    The value of saying how we feel
    in moments when
    we could still make a difference
    In a way that we can be heard
    We were always meant to tell the world
    our story
    How beautiful it was
    How grim it ended
    The lesson of our ruin
    was the only thing
    free for our taking
    And the love,
    though great
    and matchless
    Belongs to no one,
    not even to us...
    Elle Bor
    Copyright © 2019 Elle Bor .
    All rights reserved
  • 634 74 16 January, 2019
  • 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
  • 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
  • 669 71 9 January, 2019
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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... ************************************************************
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  • 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
  • 687 79 4 January, 2019