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zibethrose · 3 days
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Happy Tuesday you beautiful souls. Make love your daily bread.
Stepping back from situations where you feel disrespected is selfcare. Claim ownership of who you are, have been and will be. Be proud of the way you survived without compromising your truth, no matter what happens.Recognize that sovereign means to own all your colors that shade you bright, innerstanding that the interplay of dark and light is complementary forces you keep in harmony. Become so confident in yourself that no one's opinion, rejection or behavior can negate your sense of self. Work on being the best version of yourself, for that's all that really matters.Find solace, inspiration, and a renewed sense of purpose in the quiet sanctuary of your heart actively choosing to evolve into higher consciousness. Get in touch with your higher Self through spiritual practice innerstanding that the highest priority is to be loving to yourself and others.
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thehappiliysadgirl · 14 days
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I would love to be loved by you
as much as I LOVE you.
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lihimlihamtinta · 1 month
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Masyado lang akong mayabang pero nakakatakot pala talaga mag isa.
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inadvertently-writing · 8 months
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Am I
I smell the strife that no one smells…
I taste the fragments of fear and loathing
I yell the gripe that no one hears
as it echos in my mind..releasing a deluge
of anger from the remains of yesteryear
I dont mind not minding
I don't smell the odiferous stagnation of a societal
meltdown as it drips like candle wax on a warm night…
I can taste the metalic flavor of a long lost episodic
occurence as it replays itself again and again
I can reach into the past and bring it to the present;
I often taste the taste(s) of yesteryear
as they drench my saliva with thoughts
I am the destiny of myself;
destined to be the me that i was meant to be
to be
to not be
the me
the (not) me
to see
to not(sea)
to me,
or not to me…
To whom it may concern,
I am alone...
not alone but lone(ly)
I am
By@inadvertently-writing ©
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insides-plus-skin · 2 months
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I hate taking deep breaths.
I hate taking deep breaths because I feel the emptiness of my body most then. It is not a refreshing of sorts - as I'm certain it should be - but a sinking, deeper, and deeper into the most broken parts of myself.
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paradoxicalpenman · 29 days
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Perturbed by my inhibitions,
Too comfortable in the drape of depression,
He was on a road with no fellow traveller,
Coz whenever in company,
He missed his lonesome,
Fool, when did loneliness become your beloved companion?
I suck at sharing my sorrows,
Too timid to share my blunt opinion,
Alleviating the plight of everyone I associate with,
I may burn myself to complete exhaustion,
I also owe an apology to all my loved ones,
Unreachable often I am these days,
Let me reiterate the same cliche,
ITS NOT YOU, ITS ME...
Bewildered by the paradox in me,
I am battling with the Gemini,
When I can't even stand myself,
I feel too much of a bother,
To talk to anyone...
Alas! or Hurray! Let me figure it out,
Why has loneliness become my beloved companion?
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instruth · 1 year
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Tiny Droplets Of Rain
I wake up today
to my not unusual breakfast
I usually consume, unconsciously
simple small things slip my mind
they’re very easy to forget
I go about my day
enchanted by the surroundings
I compose, I write my poems
people passing by, they grin
and my soul cheers from within
providence comes from within
reflecting onto the environment
subtly but surely, small things pop up
often, they get subdued by the big ones
these tiny droplets of rain fill the ocean
©Johnny J P Lee
03 March 2023
A Gogyoshiren Poem (15)
Photos: J. P. Lee
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deepjams4 · 1 month
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thatpoemguy · 4 months
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---No Empathy---
No empathy for empty teeth biting down with tongue in cheek
your jealousy a coward's wreath costumed clown with no technique
such density that you bequeath golden crown with blood that's weak
no clemency sword unsheathed depart this town with out a shriek
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[ This road, the crowd and its never-knowing. ]
I brush too many shoulders and their stares are never-seeing. The unfamiliarity makes the stranger in me at home. And even though this mountain doesn't know my name; this is where the spirit meets my bones.
ps.
If moving out and starting fresh is as easy as counting 1-2-3, Baguio is the place I'd pick. And if I could leave, I would've already left.
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thespaceinmybed · 19 days
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The nightmares haven’t stopped
But you somehow wake up
And hold me
And tell me everything is going to be ok
It’s nice
But
I’d rather not be touched
The guilt and the shame still live in my bones
They are buried too deep to sunder
Is your love temporary?
There’s a price
I just wish I knew what it was
Before I decide
I can be happy
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thehappiliysadgirl · 4 months
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Even though you know that you don't have a future together with them, sometimes you can't help but love them genuinely, loyally and with all your heart . That's the most beautiful and saddest part of being in love with someone who'll never be yours.
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poems-n-shite · 3 months
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I'll Be There
And isn't it strange?
That the time, the place, the people,
The circumstance
Can all change,
But inside remains the same?
Same old feeling,
Same old pain,
Same old emptiness.
It greets you like an old friend,
It wraps its icy hands around your neck
As though that were some kind of handshake,
It laughs that you thought it would ever leave you.
'I'll always be here,'
It says
'I'll always hold you and love you,
I'll be there when you close your eyes and
When you think it's safe to let go.'
Always?
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the human element
the calm before the storm...
wait for it...
I can feel it...
come on...
it's been calm too long...
where the hell is the storm?
by @inadvertently-writing©
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insides-plus-skin · 3 months
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Love isn't the most important thing you'll come across in life. But it will be the most painful.
-insides-plus-skin
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sarah-irura · 7 months
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"Plqce for my head"
Is there an actual safe haven? A place to unwind, be free from criticism.... A place to utilize our uniqueness in such a manner that outweighs our flaws, a place where our regrets are no longer a thing, where missteps are only viewed as way to gain wisdom in this vast reality...maybe it's not really a place but rather a community that actually chooses to extend grace to self and others, an act of gratitude from the One whom all life emanates from, if only people can distance themselves from 'self preservation' to a 'thriving community' since walking together, as one, for another, would bring about more positive changes than any segregation based on myriads of human based distinctions.
Sarah. Irura
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