poetry

11/2 Inspo

 

most importantly love
like it’s the only thing you know how
at the end of the day all this
means nothing
this page
where you’re sitting
your degree
your job
the money
nothing even matters
except love and human connection
who you loved
and how deeply you loved them
how you touched the people around you
and how much you gave them

Rupi Kaur, milk and honey

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Three Words

this is why i didn’t want to say it

once it leaves my lips it’s there
in the air
twisting in the wind for eternity
and i feel it everywhere
i’m swimming in it
drowning rather

i let it get me
i let it take me under
and i hate it

i hate you on my mind all the time
its exhausting and i have insomnia
i told you it would come
i told you it would end this way
self sabotage is my best friend
and she never lets me down

a.absi

img via tumblr.

I Found Peace.

I found peace in the crisp Autumn air
in the birds chirping over there
in the sun melting into my skin
in the small tingle of the wind.

I found peace in your stare
in knowing that you were there
in your efflorescent laugh when it’s tangled with mine
in the way that your fingertips fall down my spine.

I found peace in you
like I found peace in mother nature
in everything that’s true.

That’s a gift that no one could have given to me
but you.

a.absi

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Falling in Love…

I do this really awful thing, called falling in love…

And I don’t do it casually. I do it madly, deeply, to an extreme; to the point my heart is spilled out on the floor and I’m dragging it wherever I go.

You see, I do this really awful thing, called falling in love… I engulf myself into the lives of others and make it mine, because why would they not love me more that way, involved in what they love? Why would I not love what they love, solely because such a beautiful person loves it? I get lost in the swirling sea of their life.

You see, I do this really awful thing, called falling in love… Their single glance, their tone, their actions towards me dictate my emotions and drowns my days. I take my dragging heart through woods, puddles, let it get stomped on by boots, and yet it still holds on and loves just the same. Maybe stronger because it was so weak.

And that’s why it’s such an awful thing, falling in love. I let my heart fall so brutally to the floor and leave a hole in my chest, with none left for me. It falls so quickly that it has no time to breathe, decide, realize…

Maybe one day, I’ll be a little wiser, softer, lovelier… Maybe one day, it won’t be such an awful thing, falling in love…

 

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.  

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xo 

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