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She was to marry without love, she was told love comes with time. She was beautiful on the outside, so beautiful that her to be husband thought she looked like a portrait he would only envision in his dreams.. she held nothing but good intentions and waited for love to start sprouting in her heart with time.. She was so beautiful on the outside with every detail.. but she was distorted on the inside, and he saw the deformities she held in her being.. even though she was the beautiful portrait of his dreams, they could not connect.. and love could not find a place to bring them together.. She grew up, but could not change the fact she was deformed on the inside.. and the space between her and her husband grew and grew.. space and emptiness grew between them instead of the promised love.. She’s the young girl that became a woman without ever knowing.. she’s the girl that excitedly waited for her aspirations in life to begin, but never knew how she stood at the empty train station of her life.. She’s the little perfect beauty who never enjoyed her youth.. never got to know what it’s like to be desired by her husband.. never knew what it’s like to be wanted.. to be a person with worth.. It’s almost as if her young self was blank, with nothing written in her pages as if she didn’t exist… her youth is passing her by as if in a vacuum where there’s nothing to hear and nothing to see.. as if there’s no trace of her existence except that perfect outer beauty that could only be noticed momentarily… He grew up too never knowing what it’s like to desire and enjoy his young manhood. He got lost in that vacuum space of hers and never knew why she looked so perfect in every detail, but he had no sense of taste for her “Roh”.. Could they both be saved?… could flavor be added to wake up their senses.. to know what love feels like? I couldn’t help but wonder.. could there be a door in that vacuum space where they are stuck, to let them out… By: icouldnthelpbutremember Art: fubiz, Aykut Aydogdu #unlucky#outerbeauty #writersconnection #shortstories #icouldnthelpbutwonder #icouldnthelpbutremember #shecantbeloved #writersofig #lostyouth #artlover #readersofinsta https://www.instagram.com/p/CoX7z-_JQoV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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First poem written by @icouldnthelpbutremember, and second poem written by @kellyyriddle. Follow both pages❤️ #poetrydoesntsleep #heartachepoetry #poetrylovers #griefquotes #grievingprocess #wordsofwisdom #poeticreveries #icouldnthelpbutremember #poetsandwriters #inspirationalpoetry #wordstoinspireyou https://www.instagram.com/p/CoICBtfOK8U/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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She could run first place for crying! Her tears were not ordinary.. They overflowed from her eyes like a waterfall and screamed so loud of injustice, that you had to cover your ears to not go insane.. She was “Misery Her Highness” Nobody cried like she did Nobody shrieked misfortune like she did. She was so unfortunate that she infected anyone near her with sadness.. like a black hole that could suck you in if you got too close to her. It’s a wonder how she still had such beautiful eyes with all the crying they suffered.. it’s a wonder her eye sight didn’t abandon her.. didn’t flee her crying eyes.. Oh those eyes of hers had to endure all the furry.. all the blame.. all the misery she had inside her soul.. they had to give birth over and over again to all the demons that raged inside her mind. Other than crying, she mastered inflicting guilt on all the ones she claimed she loved.. oh the guilt.. the guilt and feeling of imminent doom she cast over those tied to her… “Misery your Highness” I wish I could help you.. I wish could switch on a button for happiness for you.. but I can’t.. nobody can… And…. I must save myself.. I must not let you suck me into your black hole.. I’m sorry but I must save my soul that turns to black every time I’m near you… I promise I will visit.. but I can’t stay.. By: icouldnthelpbutremember #تشاؤم #قصص_واقعية #shortstorywriter #pessimism #artoftheday #wowwordsofwriters #intergenerationaltrauma #icouldnthelpbutremember #storiestotell #artlovers https://www.instagram.com/p/CnxHld9J5UG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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My dreams kept summoning me to that house..It was almost as if it was calling me to visit. Recurring dream of being in front of that window in the living room, and seeing myself step onto the antique marble tiles with the black border. So many nights filled with callings from that house of childhood years, so very long ago. It’s a little baffling that it was the house sending me messages to come back, not the people that used to live in it. I knew I just had to make the pilgrimage back to where my life began… and so I crossed oceans to answer the calling sent to me. Many stations of life have passed since leaving this childhood home. I stood in front of the building, took a deep breath and entered. Started walking up the large ancient stone steps and thought to myself, how did I use to skip and jump up and down these steps everyday? Stopped halfway at the landing in between floors and stood at the arched opening just like I used to as a little girl so many years ago… then continued up towards the house. Approaching the door I slid my hand against the side wall tracing art drawn so long ago for a homecoming celebration.. and remembered the exact day it took place. Finally I stood in front of the door, it looked like it belonged in a museum somewhere.. so much smaller than I recalled.. I lifted the door knocker shaped like a hand and let it knock. A strange woman greeted me and waited for an explanation of who her visitor is .. I said may I please visit this house? I used to live here… (Continued in comments) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZtI0YQgh5u/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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I long for a sidewalk lit softly by a street light. I long for a sidewalk that is lined by overflowing jasmine flowers from ground level houses.. and behind their fences I can hear whispered conversations of its residents with their late night visitors. I long for a night breeze that flutters, flows and caresses my face, my neck and my thoughts.. the breeze that is perfectly cool, gentle enough yet so moving to the soul.. I long for an open window I can see from afar, through it I get to secretly watch lovers sitting in a lazy embrace in a room lit only by their television and the moon light.. I long for soft music I hear in the distance coming from a balcony gathering… And mostly I long for his secret visits veiled by the dark of summer nights.. By: icouldnthelpbutremember Photo: Pinterest #storyteller #herstory #reminisce#memories #emotions#night#sidewalks #jasmine #whispers #latenights #moonlight #writerscommunity #writers #poets #poetrylovers #words #read #cobblestone #music #secretlove #balcony #romance #culture #olddays #icouldnthelpbutremember https://www.instagram.com/p/CbDhCYJp6Zk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Oh father.. what is this bond between parent and child..? Does blood that runs and flows in our veins become stronger than any other connection? The mother that was never there, but here is her child that just wants to run to her whenever there’s suffering.. just like a baby born from the womb, instantly knows which way to turn and find the breast to feed and soothe… The father that went missing and never even left a picture.. the child said I love you at their first hello.. and whenever this child fails, they instinctively through the tears, desire to lean onto the solid rock that the father is.. Oh father I’m falling, and for no reason at all, and with no guarantees.. I count on you being the net that will catch me.. you may be so far away, but my heart and soul are always holding on close to you. Oh mother, I’m hurting.. and with no skills at all that you possess, I want to run to your embrace. I want to find calm and safety in your arms. You may not know much, but I know you as mother. Oh father I’m falling catch me I’ve lost strength let me lean on you.. Oh mother, I’m hurting badly heal me.. I’m bleeding from pain and fear, love me. Father, mother.. I’m the child that never strayed far no matter how far away you’ve gone away from me… A million times, I forget you’re not there and I run to you. By: icouldnthelpbutremember Photo: Nicole Lafourcade #writersandpoets #poetrylovers #wordswordswords #icouldnthelpbutremember #littlegirl #fatherdaughter #motherdaughter #artoftheday #beautifulart #poemsdaily #storiestotell #shortstorywriter #writersconnection #storylover #herlife #childhoodmemories #trauma #healingquotes #healingjourney #fear #pain #struggles #lifeiscomplicated #parenthood #parentingishard #loveme #lifeisabitch #bloodline #bond #writingprompts https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf_9pCNOBlp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Oh how she loved him.. She loved him so passionately, so deeply.. so recklessly. He was young and she was a school girl. First time he saw her walking on the sidewalk, she stepped with confidence.. with a sensuality that was so strong he could smell it in the air like perfume. Their eyes met for seconds, as he slowed down, and opened his car window admiring her perfect hourglass figure. She gave him a glance and locked eyes with him just long enough.. inviting enough.. but only long enough to tease him before she picked up her steps again, her heels resuming their steady beat. From that day, he came every day same time for an unspoken rendezvous..for their eyes to meet.. and whisper silent hellos.. It didn’t take long before he invited her to a date in secret.. and she said yes as if she’s been ready for this moment all her life.. they say love is crazy.. but this amortization came like a light breeze that swept her off her feet willingly.. no, she actually dived with eyes closed into love with him.. she fell and made him follow her into all the pretty things lovers do .. they lived a love story just like the ones she read in her romance novels.. she danced for him to the sweetest songs.. every curve on her body branding him hers.. they made love slow.. for endless candlelit nights.. open windows inviting in the breeze and the moonlight.. she loved him as much as a girl could love.. He loved her too.. in a way that made her the most exotic female alive.. He grew up, she did too.. and he broke her soul.. he abandoned her eyes, and he found a wife. Oh how the years passed.. but every now and then.. the breeze comes to visit her.. the moonlight in a dark sky.. or a love song.. they bring back the memory of that first silent hello…. She sighs deeply to send him a message with her mind.. “do you still think of me too..” By: icouldnthelpbutremember Art: Alfredo Coronado #artlovers #stoylovers #writersconnection #poetsglobe #artofwriters #poetrysupportbybt #poetsgrid #writersflare #qotd #musings #writingcommunity #read #feminine #sexypoetry #lovestory #icouldnthelpbutremember #aşk #عشق https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgd0HqyuRjQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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The growing pains.. As a child you might go through them and not remember how it felt.. but as a mother you go through them all over again.. with your growing infant, growing toddler, growing preschooler, kindergartner.. before you know it you’re going through the growing pains of middle schoolers… trying to navigate through the teenage years .. hoping you didn’t fail as you lay your head down to sleep every night. Did I feed them right? Did I teach them enough ? Did I give them enough freedom to be who they are..? Did I play and laugh often with them? Should I have been more patient and more present..? And before you could think about “fixing” any mistakes they’re already growing.. and you feel the pains.. do they have friends? Were they included enough? Did they speak up or stand up if they were wronged? Did I teach them how to be themselves and love themselves enough? Oh the growing pains .. they hurt more when your heart is simply walking outside of your body.. and you have to let life toughen up the dearest pieces of you.. and just hope you did good enough.. right enough. I wish you love I wish you strength I wish you good friendships I wish you belly laughs with your best friend I wish you “reda” with yourselves I wish you “enough” I hope you will always believe enough in yourself I hope you always know you will rise after you fall I hope you don’t try to be perfect.. make mistakes and learn from them.. I hope you always say “why not”, and let your spirit be free.. I hope you do hard and scary things, because you can.. Soar my dearest daughters.. soar.. I’ll always be looking up and cheering you on. Most of all, know that you are so so precious my loves❣️ By: icouldnthelpbutremember Art: Pinterest #motherhood #motherdaughter #precious #growingpains #parenting #motherly #theygrowuptoofast #girls #daughters #strong #confidence #writers #poets #icouldnthelpbutremember#flowerphotography #floweraesthetic https://www.instagram.com/p/CjPaB0VODAw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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She was just a girl that should’ve had her whole life ahead of her.. she was a daughter lighting up her parents’ life watching her grow up.. she just turned thirteen, a teenager with her whole life ahead of her… Thirteen birthdays where she smiled so big.. big enough to make her mother’s heart overflow with love and gratitude.. big enough for her father to boast with pride.. she made his heart tender.. she was so full of life that even her hair bounced and danced to her laughter.. She was hope, happiness and innocence.. but cancer had no loyalty. It came stealthily into her body that was so full of life.. it came while she was sleeping, it came while she laughed doing cartwheels at school recess.. it spread while she sang out loud with her sister.. it spread while her mother tucked her in at night, and she dreamed of plans with her friends… She is just a little girl.. with her whole life ahead of her.. but now she couldn’t go to school everyday.. she made plans with friends she couldn’t keep.. Her dancing braids that used to bounce and giggle with her eyes, are now replaced with a bandana… it made you notice her beautiful eyes even more.. they never stopped smiling.. You would’ve thought cancer would feel ashamed touching her innocence.. you would think she could’ve bribed it with magic of childhood to spare her.. but cancer has no honor.. and it ended her life too soon.. She grew wings and flew up to heaven to share her smiles and giggles with the angels.. Little girl you made your mother’s heart full of love and your father’s heart tender and proud… you were their gift and you will be missed… Gone are the giggles and now you could only hear their hearts’ cries missing her.. I hope her eyes that never looked sad.. will soothe her parents’ broken souls.. (Continued in comments) #littleindiangirl #indianmothers #childhoodcancer #cancersucks #shortstories #storiesofindia #death #icouldnthelpbutremember #beautifulphotography #photographylovers #hereyes https://www.instagram.com/p/CnQ4mEgMePL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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What if that day she knew he wasn’t coming back, she decided to have an abortion.. what if she had realized that even carrying his own child would not make him come back.. how different would her life have been.. maybe she would have found love with a good man.. how she would have spared her child the misery of this life.. Love or not, she simply wasn’t fortunate. Her dreams were too optimistic.. she really believed he would come back for her.. for who could imagine he would be so heartless..? So heartless to leave her without honor.. like a lamb to be slaughtered.. Her young heart kept holding on to hope. Her desperate eyes cried rivers, and her lips pleaded nonstop up to the heavens.. she thought it was impossible that he would leave her behind with child.. to be condemned… branded forever with her sin.. but he did… he left and never came back. I wonder did he ever regret abandoning her.. did he ever lose sleep over his crime?.. did he ever try to imagine what his child’s face looked like.. Every year, and with every birthday.. her child wonders, “why did you keep me”.. she could have had a fair chance at a clean life, only if she decided to not keep her baby.. I couldn’t help but wonder, did she keep the baby out of love for the baby or the man.. By: icouldnthelpbutremember Art: christin Lamade @christinlamade #storiesofpakistan #shortstories #talesofarcadia #pregnant #abortion #prolife #prochoice #writer #absndoned #lostlove #childofmine #branded #shame #icouldnthelpbutremember #readingnook https://www.instagram.com/p/CjmlQi3s1CL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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He had to leave always at dawn His timing never wavered She always wished he would stay.. she wished to sleep in his arms and wake up in his arms.. but he never stayed past the dark of night.. and so she loved nights.. loved the moon and the stars that shone just enough light to keep them hidden away from the world.. she loved candles and scattered them all around.. their flames dancing to the most beautiful tunes their bodies composed together.. It was always at dawn he slipped out of her arms… and out the door.. her eyes always followed him from behind her window as he walked further and further away from her sight… all while her heart chanting spells that he may always return to her door.. Have you ever heard the silence at dawn?…. By: icouldnthelpbutremember Art: pinterest #tabooromance #littlestoriesofmylife #herlove #hestheone #secretaffair #nights #lovers #romancestories #poetryporn #wordswordswords #shewrites #artlovers #beautifulart #aşk #icouldnthelpbutremember #iwillalwaysloveyou #istanbulnights #candlelight #art #storyteller #writers #روحي https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl6ohbuJuJi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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I wonder… was she accused of being victim? Was she wrongfully sentenced to misery? That’s the deceitful tragedy with “victim”. The thing is once you fall into the fangs of misfortune, you are tainted.. first as “victim” and that makes you instantly the accused. It instantly makes you a part of the crime and you become the center of a ripple affect to pass on misfortune and misery to those nearest to you.. So I wonder, can she be blamed for all the malignant misery, fear, and worthlessness she passed on to the ones that should’ve gotten nothing but love from her.. The word unfortunate becomes very deep when I look in her heart.. I wonder if she was never “victim”, what kind of a soul could she have become? Would she have been a doctor perhaps or a fashion designer..? Would she have been deserving of the gift of “motherhood”..? The thing is, how deep could you trace this sepsis to get to the root where the seeds of failure were planted? And if you were to do that, would she be forgiven for all the souls she broke… would she be forgiven because she herself was shattered? After all the years, I still don’t know much.. but I can finally say, I know one thing… may her God give her the love she never had.. may her God rest to peace the “victim” inside of her. By: icouldnthelpbutremember Art: Anna Matykiewicz #victimmentality #victim #supportwomen #generationaltrauma #writersofinstagram #femalewriters #heal #icouldnthelpbutremember #broken #motherhood #beautifulart #artlover https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl9dpKUpIRx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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She kept looking at him His face not turned to her She kept hoping he would feel her presence.. and maybe because he did, he kept turning his gaze away.. She kept swallowing the pain.. kept extending her love.. but he kept turning his attention away.. as if he could choose to make her feel invisible.. invisible despite all her efforts to be seen.. to be felt.. to be respected.. to be……… loved. She ran and ran all her life to catch up.. catch up to her place in a family he made without her.. and for the first time, as he turned his mind away from her.. she wondered, did he always leave me standing behind a closed door?.. did he ever embrace my lost spirit? Did he ever… love me.. She pondered as her eyes searched his uncaring face.. did he just keep me running all my life while he went on with his? She finally realized.. that no matter how much love she poured into his black hole, and no matter how long she kept on running… she was never going to catch up… Because she was his sin. By: icouldnthelpbutremember Art: @florenceleeandco #artistsofinstagram #sketchartist #abandoned #unwanted #sadstories #sin #fathersanddaughters #artwork #beautifulart #icouldnthelpbutremember #poetryandart #screenwriter https://www.instagram.com/p/CmlCPbVs7GS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Why is it that we don’t ever know the last time of something… is the last time.. The last time you kiss The last time you hug The last time your baby nurses from the breast The last time baby crawls The last time your baby wakes up crying at night… The last time your baby sits in your lap The last time they say words in a funny way The last time they are babies.. before they become teenagers So many last times that happen quietly, and we don’t know they are last times of precious moments that are moving on with the current of this life… But.. we remember first times.. first time you fall in love First time your heart was broken First time you kissed on the lips First time you cried saying goodbye First time you got deathly sick First time you became a parent First time your baby moved inside the womb First time baby took to the breast First stroller walk you took First giggle.. and first crawl… First steps her little feet walked So many “firsts” engraved in our minds.. souls.. and hearts… kept in frames on the walls.. and we will hold on to them forever… Is it that we remember the “first times” because beginnings are good.. and, we were blessed to “not” know when “last times” happen.. to spare us the biggest pain humans were made to endure… letting go.. and saying goodby.. By: icouldnthelpbutremember Photo: Pinterest #fragile #lifeistooshort #lifequotes #wisdom #goodbyes #lettinggoquotes #femalewriters #poetryoflife #instareels #viralreels #soothingwords #wordstoliveby #icouldnthelpbutremember #loveandpain #tidesofmotherhood #tidesoflife #oceanlovers #oceanphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm42tBSpyLy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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She has a love story… it’s kept in a treasure chest. Many times she opens that chest to take her priceless story out and introduce to her audience, but her fingers tenderly caress the pages of her heart and decide it’s not time just yet. That love story stretches across foreign lands.. it’s as deep as the oceans and as high as the skies… oh how she wishes there were enough pages to contain the story of her great love. The stars, moon and that night breeze know it well.. they all witnessed the birth, rise and fall of this love. Her heart holds on tightly to every corner of that tale.. afraid to let it out for those who won’t know how precious it is. So for now she’ll keep that treasure safely locked away, and tell tales of that great love in little parts, maybe one day the scattered pieces will be reunited and revealed to all. By: icouldnthelpbutremember https://www.instagram.com/p/CXxVfFNMump/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=