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My writing, lifestyle, and favorite poetry.

Deeper Than Words Blog…

After some long thought, I have decided to make another blog! This one in particular is just for my writing. Poetry, creative writing, short stories, photography and inspiration from other writers, it will all be there. The title The Style Studies just didn’t suit my creative writing style 😛 so therefore, I’m introducing Deeper Than Words.  

Check it out and if you like what you see, follow subscribe & share! 

xo 

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Invincible…

It’s a funny thing

How  when we’re out of love and all alone,

Our hearts feel like they

Can never be broken again,

And what an invincible feeling that is.

But

It’s a funny thing

How when we’re falling in love and are treasured,

Our hearts feel like they

Are finally full,

And what an invincible feeling that is.

 

-a.a.

 

 

image via Alexandra Absi… See more photography by me @ vsco.com/alexandraabsi

 

 

Lovely Words: All About You

I’ve been having to make a lot of life decisions lately. I’m young, I have time, I have chances to make mistakes and grow, but I’m finding my way and trying to make it along my path as bump free as possibly. I’ve been increasingly looking and taking steps to be more present in my own life rather than just in others. Making yourself a priority is the most important and best thing you can do. Do little things for yourself – get your nails done, go see a movie, read a book, get a massage, go to a fashion show. Always look for the next thing you can do to excite yourself and delight yourself. Here are some of my favourite quotes that are the perfect daily reminders to make your life about YOU. And to always stay optimistic. Happiness and optimism are a mindset.

Make yourself a priority. At the end of the day, you’re your longest commitment.”

You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, although in honesty, having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world.” -Emery Allen

An entire sea of water can’t sink a ship unless it gets inside the ship. Similarly, the negativity of the world can’t put you down unless you allow it to get inside you.” -Goi Nasu

Ten years from now, make sure you can say that you chose your life, you didn’t settle for it.” -Mandy Hale

To those who stay put, the world is but an imaginary place. But to the movers, the makers, and the shakers, the world is all around them, an endless invitation.”

“There’s nothing more exhausting then trying to make the wrong person happy. Make you happy, first. Then eliminate all else that doesn’t.” -Reyna Biddy

Enjoy your weekend.

XO,

A

Lovely Words: Rebeka Anne

I haven’t done one of these LW posts in awhile, but have been drooling over Rebeka Anne’s poetry these past few weeks. She gets to the depths of the soul and really expresses love in a beautiful way! Im such a sucker for poetry, and she has by far became one of the best poets I’ve came across. I discovered her on tumblr. You can visit her tumblr page @AnneIsRestless and see more of her poetry here… Now here are a few of my favourite pieces by her… Enjoy!

soul mates

“I’m leaving you. After months of
waking up loving you just as much
if not more than the night before,
I’ve realized you’re the one. My
soul mate. So I’m leaving you
because as it is, this will never
work. I saw the light at the end
of the tunnel in you – heaven in
the palm of your hand – and I
knew I wasn’t ready. We’re not
ready. My insides are still too
twisted, you haven’t ticked
enough boxes on your bucket
list and I’m not willing to lose
you over bad timing. I’m leaving
you, and I hope you never delete
my number from your phone,
and I hope one day when I call
you will be waiting.”

morning

“Dear lover. Dear songbird. Dear
sweet sign that something good
is coming, I’m writing to tell you
that nothing has felt as warm as
you smiling at me. I’m writing 
to tell you that sometimes you
hear the birds before you can 
see the sun rising and that my
night has been so long. Long and
deep. Deep and dark. Dear 
morning, I’m writing to tell you
I heard you and I’m running to 
you and I don’t know what’s coming but it’s good.” 

I’d still choose your cold over anything else

“I could be writing a poem
about hurt, about how it’s
disappointing to open the
windows on a sunny day and
have it be cold. All I can say
is that you are daylight and
that it’s always enough, even
if the bitterness stings.”

the crazy things we do

“So instead of saying I love you
just to hear you say it back, I tie
myself up on a railroad. I lock
myself up in a tower, I fall
asleep and promise you there
is no way to wake me other
than to push your stubborn
mouth against mine. And you
do. A thousand times, and then
a thousand times more after
that and you wonder why I
can’t ever seem to save myself.
And I wonder why you can’t
just tell me you love me so I can
stop making excuses for you to
show it.”

XO,

A

p.s. don’t forget to check out her page please…. there’s so much more beauty to see….

Lovely Words: Shingles…

I do not know if I am the roof, warn and rusted and broken

in more places than I am whole, and you are the light,

shining through and making those gaps seem beautiful…

or, If I am the light, and you are the roof that is too scared to

toss aside the shingles, cast away the nails, and be bathed in

my warmth until you forget you were ever broken at all.

I do not know, and I do not know if I ever will. 

poems from the typewriter series, Tyler Knott Gregson

Poem & Picture Source: Tyler Knott

xo,

A

Lovely Words: Chasers of the Light 

My friend had this amazing book of poems at her house and I fell deeply in love with the beautiful words. I haven’t made a lovely words post in awhile – my time has been invaded lately, but in the best way 🙂 

From now until I finish the book I’ll be sharing with you some of my favourite pieces. Here’s to many more XO
“Oh my heart, how you flee from me to rest in

other homes, to beat softly in other chests. 

Have we lived if we have never been loved

unconditionally, can we die once we have, or is 

immortality there, in the constant love we 

receive long after our breath is no more?”

Chasers of the Light: Poems from a Typewriter Series, Tyler Knott Gregson 


Xo,

A

Lovely Words : What Love Really Is

I found this post on Tumblr a long time ago and wrote it down. The real post has pictures of the written notes from the actual children. It’s one worth sharing…

4-8 Year Olds Describe Love

Rebecca, Age 8: When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.

Danny, Age 7: Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure it tastes ok.

Terri, Age 4: Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.

Nikka, Age 6: If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.

Elaine, Age 5: Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.

Chris, Age 7: Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he’s handsomer than Robert Radford.

Mary Ann, Age 4: Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.

 

(I’m not sure why I put the picture of the dog, but he’s just so darn cute!!)

Happy Valentines Day!

Enjoy.

XO, A

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Truffles

Hey Everyone!

Baking has always been one of my favourite hobbies, so I am always up for exploring my latest Pintrest finds, and seeing if the creative recipes I find can actually come out like the pictures. This is one of those.

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Here’s what it calls for…

3/4 cup Brown Sugar

12 oz Chocolate melting pieces

1 cup Flour

1/4 Kosher Salt

1 cup Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips

1 tsp Vanilla Extract

1/2 cup Butter

4 oz Cream Cheese

So here’s what you do…

1. Beat cream cheese and butter until creamy. Add sugar and vanilla. Beat in flour and salt. Fold in chocolate morsels. Scoop (about 1-2 Tbsp) onto a parchment lined baking sheet (or two plates, like I did). Freeze for about 2 hours (or overnight). <– (I froze mine for about a half an hour, their texture and taste was still amazing!! xo)

2. Once frozen, use hands to soften a little into a nicely shaped ball. Using a toothpick, dip into melted chocolate coating and return to parchment (I just threw them in the bowl and rolled them around with a spoon, they pulled them out with the spoon). Drizzle with melted vanilla if wanted. Refrigerate and enjoy.

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Enjoy 🙂

xo, A

(P.S… see more delicious Pintrest ideas on my page :))

Questions I Never Asked My Grandpa

My grandfather passed away last weekend, and I’ve had quite the hard time coming to acceptance with it. He was always such a quiet man. Always deep in concentration, full of knowledge, serious in tone – until it came to sports of course. He knew everything and anything and was always willing to discuss the matters of any current game (and I mean any – soccer, football, tennis, baseball, basketball, swim, etc. – you mentioned it, he knew it). His home was my second home, and still is. As a child I spent my weekends running through the yard chasing the dogs, smashing my feet into the fallen blackberries, and then jumping into the pool, my toes covered in black. I could hear my grandpa yelling from the stoop, “damnit Alex, use the hose!”

I loved him so dearly and I was his baby. He taught me how to whistle, shuffle cards and play endless games of solitaire. Make homemade macaronis.
That’s always what he was to me. My beloved grandfather who never had much to say, loved sports, playing cards, his Sunday softball games, Italian cold cuts and pasta, and hanging with his pals at the local convenient store. And I always thought for sure that that’s who he was. And unconditionally I loved every bit of him.

When he passed, old pictures came out, stories, memories. While flipping through the box of 200 pictures he took at about age 24 during his time stationed in Germany in the 50s, I got to thinking that the man with the huge grin in those pictures wasn’t the one I ever knew. He was laughing, dancing with friends, taking in the sun at a camp on station. My grandmother gave me his uniform from war with “Absi” sewn at the pocket. The same exact shirt he was wearing in the pictures. I held that uniform so tight and all I could do was weep. I breathed it in, rubbed it against my face. It’s been sitting in the closet for nearly 50 years, but I still wanted to feel like I was feeling the man in those pictures; I was feeling my grandpa’s soul. I loved everything he was so much, but everything I knew he was for the past 20 years I was alive was not even half of what he ever was. All those times we spoke on the phone and never knew quite what to say, the silence during Family Fued. I only knew the last twenty years of his life and I let the 60 others get away. I wanted to hear his stories; what the sun felt like on his face in Germany, what his friends were like, if they still spoke, what life was like for him at my age in his time.

I’ve carried those pictures with their sweet inscriptions on the back with me everywhere since I’ve had them, and can’t let them go. Because believe it or not I feel like I’ve met a new man that I’ve never known in those pictures and their writing, and I’ve grown to love my grandpa even more than I thought I could.
But it’s too late. And my heart breaks. And losing him hurts even more now than I imagined possible. I didn’t just lose my grandpa, I lost the man in those pictures. I lost the adventure, the lifetime, and all of those silent moments while sitting next to his hospital bed to ever know what his whole life was really like.

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So if your grandparents are still around, always try and remember that they had a life before you were born. I know that that sounds so ignorant and mean to think that we as people only can think of others living in the time that they were involved in our lives, but it isn’t. And it isn’t that I, or anyone else who never knew their 15-30 year old aged grandparents lives weren’t interested, or are too busy with our own lives, it’s just sometimes, in the heat of our current society, we never think to ask, or realize to learn the history that is within the people in our very own homes. So don’t ever forget to ask them. Their wisdom and experiences can warm your soul.

Now granpy, I know you aren’t technologically savvy, and you haven’t used a computer in most likely 5 years, but here are my questions for you (I’ll read them out loud – maybe you will hear me from heaven):

-What meal that your mom/dad cooked when you were a kid was your favorite?
-What was the neighborhood like when you first built the house?
-I love the 50s. What was your favorite song from then?
-Did you play baseball in high school?
-Why did you join the army?
-What’s your favorite memory from your time enlisted?
-I’ve seen all of your beautiful pictures. Did you want to be a photographer?
-How was Germany? What was it like after Hitler?
-Did you ever think about leaving RI?
-Who taught you how to whistle?
-What kind of car did you drive in the 50s?
-you lived in the time of Audrey Hepburn, JFK and Marilyn Monroe. What did you think of them?
-What smell reminds you of home?
-what’s your favorite memory?

I know you can’t answer me, but just know that I wanted to know.

And lastly granps,
I love you more than you ever knew. You were a fighter.

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Xo
A

Lovely Words: Gorgeously Human

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I found this post on Khloe Kardashian’s Instagram and had to repost it. It by far is one of my favourite pieces of writing. You are flawed and fabulous, you’re all gorgeously human.

“Dear Human: You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you will return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering.”

Enjoy.

XO, A