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As we descend into the trenches of tradition, we lose our heart, our soul, our expression.
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Strength. Focus


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Yesterday, 
I decided that today would be worth waiting for. 
Today, 
I accept that I lie unconvincingly. 
Yesterday, 
I told myself to try harder. 
Today, 
I was rewarded with everything getting worse. 
Yesterday, 
I promised myself it wouldn't hurt much longer. 
Today, 
I break promises too. 
Yesterday, 
I prayed for tomorrow to be better. 
Today, 
I wonder why I bother. 
Today I find no hope for tomorrow improving. 
Yesterdays' hope proved useless. 
The harder I try, 
the worse things get. 
I don't want to let today get to me, 
so I'll forget yesterday existed. 
Yesterday, 
I decided if I went the distance this would change.
Today, 
I'm reminded how things stay the same. 
Yesterday, 
I set goals. 
Today, I dig holes. 
Yesterday, I tried to smile. 
Today, I let go.
#milesoutwest #today I #letgo of the notion that things will get better. The harder I try, the worse things get. I'm #cursed #lost #brokenhearted #forgotten #leftbehind #thankyou #poetrylovers for being the only ones who are there in the end. #liveforlove #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #instapoet #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #poetryofig #poetryhive #poetrytribe #notmylife #poetrycommunity #igpoetry #deadpoetssociety #wordsmith


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aw 💞


#deadpoetssociety


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É isso! .
Faça o correto, o que seu coração diz que é o certo, muito embora, não obstante, ainda que, em detrimento a... “mesmo que todos forem embora” .
Espero que a maioria fique... 💕 .
#sociedadedospoetasmortos #deadpoetssociety #gratidão


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羅賓.威廉斯所主演的電影真的都是能完整衝擊觀眾心靈並能徹底給予思想的作品。
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今天終於把 Dead Poet Society 在小時候的片段記憶給拼湊回來,回味之後對於這部的配樂也是深感佩服,獲獎當之無愧。
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《春風化雨》在1989年的那個年代奪下奧斯卡最佳原創劇本,更令多少家長反思自身教育的核心與意義?如此震撼的劇情張力及結局與多名角色的強烈對比,絲毫不給該被時代淘汰的舊思維任何一點台階,帥!#deadpoetssociety #robinwilliams #imdb91 #春風化雨


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“Forget Hager! No! Who’s in?”


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“Open tryouts — open tryouts!”
“So?”
“So! I’m gonna act!” 🎭


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Tell them, "I owe you nothing // You did not bleed for me." 🥀🍃 .
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Visual artist. Writer. Author. Poet. ©️ Abirami P. Kurukkal ❤️🌻 (@abirami_pkurukkal)


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Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.
#omgpage


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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry.


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you're the bloody sea 🌊❤️


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You are home 🌻 // Letters to my sister 💜


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I saw the moon on my skin; the stars were hidden.
I heard my own cry: “Never again.”
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[ stand up for your soul. excerpt. ]
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What is your soul whispering to you lately?
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This snippet is dedicated to the beautiful @forestnoir. (Give her a follow!) Thank you for sharing my work, darling. I adore you!
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I dedicate new poems to people who share my work. 🖤🌿


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Paying for my patience. 
Cutting out my argumentative vein. 
Tracing broken wings. 
Trading painful stories,
blunt poetry and history lessons . . .
cutting out the conversationalist in me. 
Craving open arms, 
facing closure as I retrace my steps, 
looking for all that was lost, 
finding that there's nothing left. 
Straying from my ancients;
Paying for my patience, 
watching as time slays dreams, 
tracing broken wings. 
Cutting out my argumentative vein. 
Trading grace for painful poetry, 
history lessons and being lonely, 
wondering if I'll ever know why I've waited . . .
praying for real changes, 
paying for my patience, 
facing the truth and 
straying from my ancients . . .
the weightlessness of butterflies 
in my stomach was worth chasing, 
in the end I'm tracing broken wings, 
cutting out my argumentative vein, 
ripping out my heart to make an opening for 
more painful stories, 
history lessons and blunt poetry 
trying to take a stab at me. 
Paying for my patience . . . tracing broken wings.
#milesoutwest #interpretive #poetry #historylesson #poetrylovers #whatgoesaround doesn't always come back around. #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #artilixirpoetry @artlixirpoetry #bymepoetry @bymepoetry #bymepoetryamerica @bymepoetryamerica #instapoet #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #poetryofig #poetryhive #poetrytribe #globalpoetcult @globalpoetcult #poetrycommunity #igpoetry #deadpoetssociety #wordsmith


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"मुझसे गुज़रती हर राह कहती हैं ,
तू मेरे से अलग सही पर बिलकुल उसके जैसी हैं ।"
-Sehaj Anand
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There is nothing left inside just the nothingness yet the intense pain. I am not of this world, I never was and never will be..... I
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Amazing art: iammonochrome

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FULL POEM BELOW 🍃🌓🍂✨🛩️ Airplanes cruise through nearly vacant night sky
Though it’s dotted with stars, there’s no moon out tonight
No mother to hold us, no maiden to chase
No crone to inspire an end to this race
The dark down below, invaded by light
Thought it fell down so heavy and put up the good fight
Dusk to dawn lights are buzzing, a lord to the flies
Clouds and men’s poison hold down fuzzy light
If only to spite it’s a deadly surprise
A cruel brutal end to the darkness’ demise
But the wind keeps on blowing and planes still take flight
I could go anywhere from here.
If the years show a thing it’s that I have no fear
Of uprooting myself, I’m much like an orchid
Just replace all the beauty with things far more sordid
My heart never feels happy, my soul burns to move on
I can’t stay on repeat, I’ll play every last song
But I’m here for five months, a guaranteed feat
It’s not my decision but the length of the meet
But don’t get to dreaming, kid, pull up a seat
The horses are quietly mowing through hay
They’re unconcerned about the length of their stay
Quiet your thoughts for it is only May
The same moon hangs above us come whatever may. ~CJC~

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Those never ending nights.
Those serene nights in the company of emptiness.
Those beautiful nights where you are incredibly peaceful to even think.
Those lonely nights with unfamiliar music in much familiar places.
Those sleepless nights where memories cried to sleep.
Those bizarre nights when cigarettes and smoke took over the conversations.
Those rainy nights when happiness slyly smiled through the blues.
Those anticipated nights with that one song and dreams which were left untouched till then.
These never ending nights, life thrives here each moment.
Poorna

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Hepimiz sınırlı sayıda ilkbahar, yaz ve sonbahar yaşayacağız. Bir gün, inanması zor olsa da, hepimiz nefes alıp vermez olacak, soğuyacak ve öleceğiz!

Ormanda yol ikiye ayrıldı ve ben hep daha az kullanılanı seçtim. Bu hayatımdaki tüm farkı yarattı. —N.H.Kleinbaum

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I'd love to be a full time artist and writer,
I'm a full time survivor instead. 
I've worked hard, and never asked to be carried, 
I've buried the hatchet, and cared so much 
about those whom I love deeply . . .
yet, I never get ahead;
I've said my piece, 
lived as I preach, 
as life teaches me to let go . . .
what's left to know about being alone?
I'd love to be a full time artist and writer, 
but I don't know how I'm going to survive this fall. 
I've worked hard, and never asked to be carried . . .
maybe I should have, instead of being buried 
under inescapable pain and loneliness, 
holding this dream close, as everyone lets go. 
I'd love to try again, but not if I'm alone . . .
I'll just let go too, like the good ones who have gone,
like all of the ones who truly loved me long ago. 
I've said my piece, yet my piece was wrong. 
It doesn't matter what I do, 
if I'm fighting for you and you don't want me. 
I'd love to be a full time artist and writer, 
but first I'd have to belong by somebody.
I'm nobody alone . . . at least until I can go home.

#milesoutwest #artist #writer #survivor #fighting, I just don't know for what, or who, or why . . . I've long ago peaked alone in this life; if I'm only going to be alone, I'd rather not show myself, try so hard, or give my time to anything but what I want, my art and writing. #imtired of working so hard for nothing, and getting nowhere here. #movingon #anothertime #anotherlife #poetrylovers #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #instapoet #instapoetry #poetryofinstagram #poetryofig #poetryhive #poetrytribe #notmylife #poetrycommunity #igpoetry #deadpoetssociety #wordsmith


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I liked your hand-walking act; that got me hotter than hell…. everything you do gets me hotter than hell…. throwing clay against the ceiling… you bitch, you red hot shrew, you lovely lovely woman…. you have put new poems and new hope and new joy and new tricks into an old dog, I love you, your pussy hairs I felt with my fingers, the inside of your pussy, wet, hot, I felt with my fingers; you, up against the refrigerator, you have such a wonderful refrigerator, your hair dangling down, wild, you there, the wild bird of you the wild thing of you, hot, lewd, miraculous…. twisting after your head, trying to grab your tongue with my mouth, with my tongue…. we were in Burbank and I was in love, ultramarine love, my good god damned godess, my goad, my bitch, my my my my beating breathing hair-lined cunt of Paradise, I love you… and your refrigerator, and as we grabbed and wrestled, that sculpted head watching us with his little lyrical cynical love-smile, burning…
I want you,
I want you,
I want YOU
YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU!”
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//Letter from Charles Bukowski to Linda King//


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Dead Poets Society 🥀
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