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From "CONTRAST" (from the chapter "Strength is the Daughter of Weakness") written by Ani Shahverdyan. The book can be found on Amazon.com. The link is in my bio.💜
Artist Dr. SaxLove
I’ve seen the ugliest pretty people....
I’m thankful I grew up an ugly duckling. I hated when girls would say “You have pretty eyes!”
I didn’t understand why they were saying “pretty” because I thought men were supposed to be “handsome.”
But I guess “handsome” eyes is a little weird lol.
A kind soul makes anyone beautiful and a mean soul makes the prettiest people the ugliest.
Follow a simple rule. Treat everybody like their somebody.
I remember looking at you the first time and your look was.. soft. Just four brown eyes getting lost into each other. Melting magnets. I held my breath, afraid of what it might say to you.
You held my hand because I was running too fast. Walking too recklessly. Laughing too hard. Having a panic attack. You caught me when my heels were too high, and I reached to your heart. When I got back on my own you still held me and let me hold it.
You know how to calm my anxiety. It's something I've looked in someone for so long. I like the way you touch my cheek softly and look me in the eye to tell me you're here. And smile.
The eye love making. I never thought I'd be that flustered when you'd hold my waist and take me home. Home. I think I blush whenever you look at me. Or smile. Or joke. Or bite your lips. There's no hurry when you look at me. There's no rush when you touch me.
The way you smile at me softly. It's like time has slowed down. I can feel my heart beating in my chest. I can't put it down. There is no rush. There's no anxiety. Nothing to worry when you look at me.
Feather touches and soft kisses. On nose, eyes, fingers, forehead. Lips, not yet. It's soft. Like cotton candy. Sweet. You're sweet. I think I really like you. And I'm scared. I think you know it. And I hope you won't let me down.
I grew up with Dad’s beautiful poetry, and “Fábula del Montañista y el Buho” is one his most recent. It’s difficult to capture the beauty and rhyme of the original text, but I’ve tried my best to preserve the meaning of his words in the following non-literal translation. Since I was little, these poems would mean a lot to me and to my family, and many of them I still carry with me through life. This one is no different, and I hope you enjoy it, or at least my attempt at presenting it through this translation. My mother, impressionist oil painter @roldandemoras created the beautiful visuals. Gracias por compartir esto, Papá. :)🙏🏽
Exhausted and discouraged, the mountain climber gasped in frustration upon seeing that two other climbers were by now far ahead of him. And try as he might, he could not shake the discouragement this brought to his heart.
He cried out in desperation, “Why am I so far behind, I should be in first place by now!!” And a wise old owl, wise more for his age than for any other reason, responded: “Listen, weary child, to the wisdom I know well: • “Don’t fix your sights on the backs of those two, who, today, are ahead of you. They may most certainly reach the top before you, and for their efforts be rewarded by others. Glance instead behind you, however, and you will see all those who’ve yet to even reach the spot you now claim! Several hundreds have yet to reach it! And if you do not win today, you will live to climb again.” • And so goes the old wisdom, which I impart to you now. Whether on the mountain or in life, it’s not always the winner who’s best. Keep going! Take heart, see all you’ve accomplished, and never give up on your dream. Give thanks for where you’ve arrived in this moment, and let that spur you on.
When I see the Sea I see You..
It is So Big as Much as I Love You..
It drowned me once I survived..
But you keep on drowning me ever since I said ' I Love You'..
But I doubt I will survive without your 'I Love You too'..
You comments are appreciated 🌷😊
It isn’t a mystery,
this fact of life
That has my feet
against the curb
Forgiveness is not a well
without a bottom
Yet you squander away
the last of my crumbs
Drawing a hacksaw
at my every limb
Thinning out my faith in every god
Thickening the scars in my chest
For every time you
get on your knees
and beg for mercy
You need my tongue
to lick your wounds
While we both ignore
gushing out of my wrists
It takes something out of me,
when I forgive
a pound of flesh
a piece of bone
And I here I am again
running to the wilderness
to bury this bag of pain
Hoping I’ll forget about them
to never return
with a shovel in my hand (And is it possible for a heart
to be wrung out of love?
Because I feel depleted.) Elle Bor
There would have been a million ways
to wreck love
But ours was inflicted
Hands still warm from being held
as the imprint of your touch
burrows deep into my flesh
My lips remain parted
stained with the taste of yours
Our hearts gnaw beneath
an insatiable hunger
like a curse of the undead
The bed wasn’t made
Water pouring out of the tub
Burning embers crackle
inside the fireplace
Someone banged the gavel
and I watched my whole world
slip away under my feet
It’s hard to quell
the irony of it all
How we revolt against the end
as if it isn’t an old friend
who promised to return
from the very beginning
And maybe we wouldn’t
shudder so much
when we finally meet its face
If only we stop searching for truths
from a mirror that always lies
everything was meant to die
🌺Poem🌺《The Flower In The Crack 》/ By Kaori 🌺
The flower in the crack
Swaying in the breeze
Don't ask me where I am coming from
I am glad to meet you here
You are the sunshine
that I have been waiting for in my life
Activated my soul
Let me have color in an instant
But after you return
Why are you became the cold wind of Siberia
I heard the helpless sigh from the wind
Please forgive me for shaked your roods
Go find the earth
Time will restore everything
I am waiting in the time tunnel
Not for the earth
Because no need
I don't lack of anything else
Can grow stubborn and independent
I'm still waiting for my sunshine.
Even if you are too far away
Can't shine into the crack
My intuitions also can feel you
Thanks for the time
It reflects the shadow in the wind
I confirmed the existence of the sunshine
I see that I am slowly blooming
No matter where you are
No matter where I am
Hope will in the sunshine
Who knows how much flower soul is drowned by dust
I am in the crack
Persistently singing for you