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My people are atmosphere-shifters. When we walk in the room, throats close like strep, they are autoimmune to us. No amount of penicillin numbing the effect of us. We are opioids. Addicting and destructive. We move and masses shift to avoid our gate, we open them up to worlds they wish to colonize but can’t see. That’s why they refuse to see us.
I'm under pressure, like the ink pressed in my reflections, like my glass decisions, so easily shattered. What will I be? In the glass I'm exposed by transparency, yet there's a reflection you can see. I just can't with the irony. I'm still here. I'm Still here. Here in my peace. My reflection is clear, but do you see me?
A pen and paper, what do they mean? Others take notes and immediately, I just write things. I write until my mind is empty, filling the lines with ink because a pen and paper is where l go to think. My innermost desires, my dreams and goals. Man oh man, I can’t always share what this paper holds. A collection of journals equals a collection of thoughts and no one had to give me a penny, my thoughts can’t be bought. If you had a key to my journal and could unlock the words, you’d probably deem them silly or even absurd. But the key to my journal is the key to my heart. Are you ready to know me? Ready, set, start. Start reading if you will but judge me not because I’ve got a million pages of stuff, some cold and some hot. Open if you dare and open if you must, excuse me while I blow off the dust. Some are old and some thoughts are new. Perhaps some thoughts could be about you.. here’s the key but please don’t break it, I’m giving all access, here, take it. My words, my thoughts have now become yours, because we are one and it is you I adore.
Sometimes his mind is a lofty place,
A loft with not enough space,
And way too much over head,
At what cost,
Would you struggle to find room in this bachelor,
A part man
Struggling to fit all of the pieces in,
Not knowing that You already furnished him,
Give him a new lease,
On the life that You gave him
So At least he would see,
That being grounded isn’t so bad after all
@chads_wick jeeeeeeeze bro 💯💯💯💯💯💯✏✏✏
@tifarabrown you're amazing
@calebjdeas Brother .. you should continue this piece
@poetic.emcee thank you!
How many times have i written my heart on this sheet? Have i fell more in love with where i am rather than my own self? I'm convicted that the only love i'll ever find is in my bed. I guess i'm thinking out loud. Too many things to write down, it's time for me to wind down. I'm pressured by the energy i feel around me, it's like the solar system surrounding me, it's like my world is crashing down on me. Have i lost what it is to love my true self before i can love somebody else? Or is there noone left to love besides myself? I got way too many questions that need answers.....
@poetic.emcee thanks for sharing, this is powerful!
@tifarabrown thank you for sharing this piece!
@iamkalessiac 👏🏽👏🏽 thank you for posting this!
@chads_wick awesome work! Thanks for sharing!
@kingdomwriters thank you for doing this post. I look forward.
@poetic.emcee thanks, lol well I guess I'll do that then
I’m such an optimist, but how do I process these thoughts? Looking at my life right now, everything screams “It’s all your fault!” Sometimes I struggle with the pressure, another lecture, another lesson to pen. My mind is a battlefield but I choose not to give in. I choose to win. As I compose my thoughts and try to process them as best as I can, I will remain optimistic and declare that I, too, will stand.
@redeemed_restored this is inspiring! Thanks for sharing!
Reaching for the stars only to sip the bitter woes of reality. The dark blanket of night alone crept up her spine and into her mind. How many words could she write on a page before feeling worthy enough? How many strikes of lead and blotches of ink must come forth before the bleeding trenches of a broken soul are mended?The locks and chains of dams so inhibited burst open threatening to flood the floor for faulty faiths and feelings. Everyone entreats her charm and tickles her fancy. A beautiful enigma waiting to be unwound. Questions that the two way mirror of her mind held began to seep through her eyes, betraying her soul, revealing truths that she tried to write off as lies.
I will not adult
I will open up this novel & get lost in someone else's thoughts
Gets me high
In my mind
I am the protagonist
She is me
Make terrible decisions
By the climax
Find solutions that likely can be traced to love
I will get lost and be found in the same chapters
I will upset myself and embrace laughter & my imagination will create progression for my reality.
@kingdomwritersmy neice and nephew are reading with me and they said nice job! Keep it up! ❤❤❤
“I think it’s about time I reached my breaking point. Cause I can’t do this the same way anymore.”
@iamkomplexsimplicitythis has grit! I love
@iamkomplexsimplicity thank you!
@iamkomplexsimplicity ahhh thank you so much... this means alot
@coco_bellablues thank you for sharing! Very real!
@iamkomplexsimplicityamazing work, thank you for sharing!
@angelahdulaney thanks for sharing!
@kingdomwriters ty for this free space!
I’m binding time on burrowed time
Mines well grab a pen to write a rhyme
In my comfort zone every time I stroke my pen
Still being ridiculed for the color of my skin
But I pretend
That I don’t hear it
Clutches purses I see they’re nervous
Somehow my life deemed worthless
I know my value even when the price tag reads zero
I know my worth so why can’t other people
See me as equal
I don’t get it...