#writeyourheartout

[jaggedjawjosh]

Embrace your fears; courage blooms when you step forward despite the shadows. Your heart knows the path. Keep moving; you are braver than you believe.

[okaythisisstupid]

I stare at your hand

Mesmerized by the vibrant shade of purple running down your fingers

I smile thinking to myself

He’s so messy and he doesn’t even care

He’s so messy it’s childlike

He’s so messy and my God I love him

You apologize for the mess

I laugh and say I don’t mind one bit

War paint streaks your face in jewel toned droplets

He’s so messy and I love him

I laugh without a care in the world at your utter disregard

And watch as you lean over to invite me into your mess

Your hand reaches across and paints me too

And now suddenly

I am a mess and I don’t even care

I am a mess and it’s childlike

I am a mess and my God I love him

You said “now we match

Just two blueberry messes

Huh that sounds like a poem”

And I wonder if you knew

That was the moment I fell in love

The moment that you brought me into your mess

And welcomed me with open arms

I wonder if you know

That blueberry juice is stained on my soul

With the patterns of your finger print

He’s so messy and my God I love him

[zeithforge]

The Sound Of Spring

Beneath the frost, the earth holds dreams, Of tender shoots and flowing streams. A whispered breath, a warming breeze, Stirs life from slumber, wakes the trees.

The skies stretch wide, a softer blue, As sunbeams kiss the morning dew. Each petal bright, each blade of grass, A quiet hymn to seasons pass.

The birds return on gentle wings, And all the world begins to sing. From buds that break and flowers born, Spring paints the earth with colors warm.

The air is thick with scents of rain, And laughter spills from hearts unfeigned. In every corner, hope takes root, As nature hums its sweet pursuit.

So let us walk with lighter feet, And let our spirits feel the beat. For spring is here, and in its glow, In all its beaut, new life says hello.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* Here is a new poem for a new season. :)

[maluzinhat008]

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[amazonbooksauthor]

"Write your dreams on every page!" "A notebook that sparks creativity." "Where your thoughts come to life." "Perfect for notes, ideas, and inspiration!" "Your ideas deserve a beautiful space." "A stylish notebook for every occasion." "The perfect place to jot, doodle, and dream."

[maxwelllennox]

📖✨ New blog post up! Talking about following your dreams, even when no one’s watching or cheering you on. 💪 It’s not always easy, but each step forward is a victory. If you're chasing a passion, this one's for you! 🖤💫

Read here: Chasing Your Dreams When No One is Watching)

#FollowYourDreams #KeepGoing #PassionProject #SelfBelief #Dreamers #Motivation #TumblrWriters #IndieAuthor #WriteYourHeartOut #CreativeJourney #MondayMotivation

[our9ball]

#typography #WriteYourHeartOut

Thursday, October 19.

Typography.

It appears that #typography is trending today. We know not how, or why. But we won't argue. What is clear is that there are a whole lot of y'all—millions, even—who understand that it is not just what you say that matters, but how it is said. So say it. Say it well, and say it with style. White space is your weapon. Be exact in your spacing. Choose your font wisely.

[jaggedjawjosh]

In her journey, she finds that positivity lights the path, healing mends her wings, and vision guides her towards the horizon she dreams of.

[manivillie]

Reflecting on Canada day and owning my responsibility as a settler. ⠀ Reconciliation begins at the individual level- looking at how we contribute, perpetuate and benefit from an existing colonial system of oppression. ⠀ I am still learning and a lot of times it’s not comfortable. ⠀ #poembymanivillie #mypoeticheart #poemsbymanivillie #igpoet #spilledthoughts #poemcommunity #writeyourheartout #poetrytoronto #torontopoet #canadaday #canadaandreconilation #reconciliation https://www.instagram.com/p/CQwDc1ehAq4/?utm_medium=tumblr

[goldfishkid]

Quote 31

It was incredibly lonely getting to know the world when you left.

But, darling, as the days went on I found that the moment you left was the moment my life started.

[not-so-grown-up-kid]

Of Roses and Thorns

An Except from the Chronicles of Mr. J

(A letter to Mr. J from Ms. J)

Written by: Ms. J

I still feel this “kilig” feeling even if I know you are already taken. I wonder why there is really a hormone surge whenever you like, react to my posts, and chat. Boy, oh boy, you were the man I wanted to date. I kept my hopes up knowing that somehow all I will ever be is  just your friend. The way you made me feel is the way I want you to feel for me. 

The way you made me feel is the way you treated me. Was it all really just a friendly gesture? Or... maybe...just maybe... somehow...there is something beneath those gestures. We had a unique set of pet name! You were even the one who formulated it. It was a unique pet name suitable for a couple (or for a couple of people who have mutual understanding at least). We had moments and conversations of almost....almost...being...being there. 

I remembered the times, I constantly ignored my pursuers. I chatted with them but not the way I chatted with you! We conversed, chewed the fat, that even sleep was not a matter for sacrifice. 

When you came, my focus was entirely just set unto you that I forgot how to flirt with others. 

Somehow, I may have misread your intentions and gestures. I remember the times when people ask me, do I have a boyfriend? Gosh I waited for the time to tell them it is you. Yet here I am, telling them I never had one, ever since birth. Still wishing that I would proudly tell them you are my one and only man. 

Sometimes, I would just lie out there and wonder what if I just became this coquettish woman and flirted away just like I did before I met you. More like before I knew I was already into you. What if I said yes to those suitors and just welcomed them in! What if, I agreed to become the girlfriend of those who I flirted before. There is a part of me that questioned that whenever I think of you. A part of me that feels regret. A past I can no longer rewrite.

Along the lines, I realized though, that this is my karma. Because I was exactly this flirtatious being before I met you. Yes, I never had a boyfriend, but I had people who I just constantly flirt with and spend time with. People would often wonder if at that time I already had a boyfriend and, I would say no because all I ever did was to prolong the courting phase and tease my suitors.  

If I could talk to my past self, I would have told her to just say yes to those suitors. Say yes! Because, maybe along the way, you will truly like someone... truly like someone just like how you truly liked and loved *****. 

You know, I want to be happy for you. I want to be happy that you already have someone who would make your day lovely and great. Someone you will always look forward to be with. But, I just can’t lie to myself. Whenever the truth is slapped right into my face, I feel this bitterness deep inside of me. The one I don’t want to feel because I like you and I don’t want to be selfish just because we did not end up together. But it is there. And it stings whenever I am confronted with the truth. 

The way I still feel the “kilig” is still really profound and intense. Yet when that sting starts to prick, it penetrates and an excruciating pain follows succeeding with sleepless nights of weeping and tears. 

[writeyourownwords]

I don't know who needs to hear this💚 #quotes #quotestagram #quoteoftheday #quotesdaily #quotestoliveby #itsokaytonotbeokay #justwriteitaway #devyanisharma #writersofinstagram #writer #writerscommunity #writings #musings #writeyourheartout #writerslife https://www.instagram.com/p/CDEJy47lXrt/?igshid=1w8xjbija3o2v

[mahoganysilverrain]

Repost for @author_mskeiya 💘99 CENT SALE STARTING ON V-DAY💘 Meet my Cupid, who tries to be quite the opposite. 🏍🏍🏍🏍THE BLACK ACES MC🏍🏍🏍🏍 Aleister: The only woman I loved is dead Not for lack of trying I tried... But it wasn't enough So why would I go through that sh*t again? Love is a four letter word And so is f*** and I'd rather f*** my way through life than lose at love again. My club keeps me occupied and the bunnies keep me drained That's enough for me Lyric: That f***er is going to pay! Leaving me abandoned in this hell hole To think I loved him If I see him again I am going to castrate him lengthwise! I let my dreams cloud my judgment Now look where I am Middle of f*****g no where New Mexico I just need to save so I can get out of here This bar is filled with jerk offs but it brings me closer to my goal That is until... I meet the local motorcycle club, The Black Aces You’ll love this angsty, hard tale of a hard core MC biker and the down-on-her-luck bartender whose worlds collide in a small New Mexico town, because who doesn’t love rugged men and a waitress in distress. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08PC731GP . . . . . #bookcommunity #booksarelife #booknerdigan #bookpassion #romancereaders #currentlyreading #epicreads #writersofinstagram #writerslife #bookporn #bookwhore #bookaddict #booksofinstagram #bookoftheday #romancebooks #romancenovel #romancenovels #contemporaryromance #realinglife #writeyourheartout #bookish #ilovebooks #bookstagram #booksofinsta https://www.instagram.com/p/CLNYKb8AYlj/?igshid=18rf0fjbrm2s1

[ekroop30]

He did exactly what I thought and feared

the bruise he gave

is still visible.

I was ready

and mentally prepared

but it still hurt my heart

and made my body ache.

Funny, I still hope

everything he said

wasn’t a lie,

In the middle of the night

Oh heart, why you cry?

Let him go

he wants to flee

He can’t handle your love

or your dreams.

Oh, my love

just let him leave.