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Happy Monday only 4.5 more days till the weekend! Since it's Monday I'll share one of my favorite quotes from Shams (the teacher of Rumi) . . . "The chemistry of mind is different from the chemistry of love. The mind is careful, suspicious, he advances little by little. He advices “Be careful, protect yourself” Whereas love says “Let yourself, go!” The mind is strong, never fells down, while love hurts itself, fells into ruins. But isn’t it in ruins that we mostly find the treasures? A broken heart hides so many treasures." ~ Shams Tabrizi . . . . . #Poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetryofinstagram #poem #poetryofig #poetryinmotion #poetrygram #poetrysociety #poetrylovers #poetryslam #poetrycommunityofinstagram #poetryislife #poetryclub #poetrylove #poetrybook #poetryhive #poetryislove #poetrycosmos #poetrychallenge #poetryisart #poetrymaykhana #poetrybooks #poetrylover #PoetryOfTheDay #poetrytribe #poetrybyme #poetrylife #poetrycorner #poetrydaily

Part 3/3 spoken word series. ‘Blackness part 3’ Suicidal tendencies and tenacity, a tendency, to go off the rails, hating myself for the blood that I’ve spilled, tears I’ve cried, and times that I’ve lied to your face. Tormented we lay, twisted souls warped through the night, crushing each other’s hearts with the blackness we hold, inside, the mind of a beholder, I hold your soul close to my own; but I don’t touch you, because you reek of all that I hate, and all that I know. Behold the twisted truth, as I bury the last photo in the garden. I can’t bear to throw you away, but I can’t stand to have you near, the fear warps me into s twisted blackness, a darkness, only you could dream of.

2/3 of spoken word series. ‘Blackness part 2’ Alive and lying, I’m trying to conquer this demon that writhes within my insides, tearing out organs and spilling my guts, across the floor, I lay scared for another day. Trying to make sense of how I came to be such a bad fucking person. Alone I live in this deviancy infested horror show. An ugly painting of my past, and it’s future is past my own control, I’m a prisoner to the bars I forged myself.