The King Protea, South Africa’s national flower
🧡💚🧡💚 Sunday morning walk in nature 😇👒🐞🐝🍁🍄 She was a galaxy
Not one planet...
She was a forest
Not one tree...
She was an ocean
Not just one river...
But the world taught her
To close and be as small as could be
Breath me in deeply get to know me use this to your advantage, Breath me out slowly get rid of all you know about me. Inhale again now listen do you hear that? That's the sound of my heart splitting down the middle, take a closer look, remain calm this is what a broken heart looks like black blood pouring out instead of red that's from all the lies that have ruined my heart. Now hold it carefully. What's wrong you already broke it, it's yours you are now the proud owner of my broken heart go ahead smash it, squeeze it, stomp on it. It really doesn't matter to me or you because I'm already dead to you. Exhale that's right everything's going to be okay now because you've done away with my heart and me, now your soul is free and you can breath I am just a girl who's heart you broke and who you ruined. ~Aurorarose~
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On the periphery,
Between kite-string hope,
And wingless fear,
And when it falls,
The ground catches
Music like fire,
For the souls of survivors
To dance on the bones
Of all those
Rib caged ghosts #unseen_unheard
Beautiful Art by the amazing talented @pride_nyasha ❤️
Late submission for #worldpoetryday after a busy week
I always loved the rain and the lightning. I pretended I was their paramour and they were reaching out of the tempestuous blue sky just for me. Stretching their arms earth-ward. Just to brush their whispers across my cheeks. Hoping that maybe I'll feel them there and return a prayer. - that scorching afternoon when I missed the rain.
It's not a piece of chocolate for you take it and walk away,
It's my heart.
A heart that swayed as the wind carried your scent to me,
A heart that fluttered like a butterfly with joy when you looked at me,
A heart that melted every time your smile begged it's pardon,
And a heart that you crushed with your selfish intentions.
Just a lil something for the broken hearts🤗💖
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“Forgive Me” 🌥
Hi, everyone. I debated a lot over whether I wanted to share this particular poem with all of you. I wrote this when I was in the darkest place I’d ever been. I held an unhealthy amount of hate in my heart for two people I once loved dearly, but that love quickly turned into disgust after I discovered I was betrayed by both of them. I lost hope. I lost faith in humanity. These were people who had claimed to love me. I no longer knew what love was meant to look like. I no longer saw the purpose in being loyal or loving or kind because I had done those things and still ended up being the one destroyed. I didn’t want to live in a world where good people always seem to lose. This event led me to counseling after I had a severe breakdown due to no longer trusting people, no longer having hope, no longer wanting to feel what I had been wrongly taught love looked like. After describing my experiences of being in a relationship with one of these people, I was told by a professional that I showed every sign of an emotional abuse victim. I was experiencing trauma from psychological abuse through manipulative tactics such as gaslighting. The other person in this story is someone I once considered my best friend of 9 years. The abuser cheated on me with this person and left me for her. This was the breaking point for me and I truly believed nearly everyone on earth had malicious intentions. I no longer believed in the good. Soon after I had those thoughts and just before I was about to give up hope, I began this Instagram account. I began to get a whole lot of love in a very short amount of time from all of you. I made the decision to move away from home. This move led me to the brightest light I’ve ever experienced. The greatest hope I’ve felt since this tragedy. I recently learned what love is meant to look like. The only people I have in my life now are people who fit the mold of genuine care that I learned through counseling. I’m learning to not give my heart to people who don’t earn it. I’m happy. I’m hopeful. God knows what He’s doing. He closes doors to open far better ones. Trust Him and trust the process. 💛