William Shakespeare - The Merchant of Venice. “The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.”
Part 5 : End
'Wait up,’ the following text read back.
All this while since her arrival, Ved was there across the street, securely hidden in the dark corner of a tea stall, smoking a cigarette, telling himself again,“Just one cigarette, just one night.” He was able to make out her silhouette behind the glass window of the cafe.
He didn't want to make her wait anymore. He knew, she hated to wait.
He crossed the street and was about to enter the cafe, but instead he stood there gripping the door handle tightly. ‘What the fuck are you doing Ved?’ he asked himself.
He gave himself a moment and went through all that ever happened between Ved and her. ‘Where was the love?’ he questioned.
He fished out his phone and typed a quick text, 'I don't want this, or you or even an us anymore.’ Just that, he only typed it but was unable to send it then.
Nothing else needed to make anymore sense. Ved knew, if he stepped inside the cafe, she'll have him back. So, he chose to save himself now. He contemplated on what he might lose, what he might regret...but instead relief washed over him.
For an instant Ved was mad at himself when all he felt for her was close to zilch. Or maybe this was the push he needed to succumb to the demons in his head and they were all calling him home.
He let go. He stepped around and walked on the opposite direction, without bothering to let her know. She could wait, or she could not, but he gotta be home.
And she waited. Until she was the last person in the cafe, while she received that message and read it over and over again. The tears were silent but the closure was loud and clear.
Much love. ❤️
Tell me how the story was in comments. I will try to reply.
You will read the horoscopes, believe your Friends, smile at the fortune cookie, watch the stars, count the petals, look for hints, cut the hair, skip the 'specials', delete the songs, throw the bills, colour the room, dust off the desk, hang a dreamcatcher, read non fiction, spit a familiar, avoid that lane
But still you won't ask yourself why you have coloured dreams for only some memories
Life will never go the way you want it to go it's a tipsy curvy road and when you finally realise everything is perfect is exactly the moment everything begins to fall apart. You could have an amazing family but a horrible social life or maybe you have an Incredible boyfriend but a terrible brother, all of our glasses are half full(notice I say half full and not half empty)
How often have you heard that the grass is always greener on the other side, well o say it's greener cause it's fake. All of us portray ourselves as someone we aren't, you do it and so do I and so does my neighbor. We're always not happy with what we've got in life. You'll always want something or someone you don't have and that way all you do is lose on something you already have.
So the next time you see someone on your Instagram feed, know it that it's fake and probably made up.. .
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NEW BLOG POST: 3 Practices to Forgive the Masculine & Embrace Brothers (LINK IN BIO) 💚 •
Excerpt: “Any individual who has grown up within a patriarchal culture, has a healing journey to embark upon when it comes to forgiving and embracing the masculine. The masculine has been incredibly distorted in our society and therefore must be remembered, reclaimed and reintegrated...." •
Excited to share these practices and reflections of my own journey with forgiving the masculine and embracing brothers. Featuring tangible tools to inspire shift, personal story, and inspiring resources/humans that are propelling divine masculine reclamation: @chris_dub_kundalini@firstname.lastname@example.org @inside_circle
Sobre el amor... Un secreto del alma que los ojos no saben ocultar y que para mi en lo personal es algo que puede llegar a ser mas que eso, solo que no lo sabemos aún. Amar, entregarte, dejar tus sentimientos en los brazos de alguien. Querer quedarse viviendo en abrazos que duran ratos, pero de esos ratos que duran toda la vida. El amor se puede disfrazar de muchas cosas por nosotros mismos, depende de la persona si decide o no creer en ello. El amor siempre sera amor. Ames a quien ames no cambia quien eres, el amor nunca vino con reglas. Un amor sin juzgar, un amor que tienes desde que naces, un amor que siempre vivirá en nosotros. El amor puede llegar a doler pero algo que me ha enseñado la vida siempre es que del dolor siempre viene lo mejor. El amor es difícil y te puede llegar a romper pero siempre llegara esa persona para recorger los pedazos perdidos y encontrarlos por ti o juntos. También esta el amarte a ti mismo... Es el amor más difícil que podrás tener en tu vida pero siempre llega el punto en el que te aceptas. Siempre ama, entrega todo de ti porque sino ¿Cuando? Y si te rompen el corazón, el amor nunca acaba... Siempre te quedan esas personas que te seguirán amando hasta el final de todo. Dicen que hay belleza en las cenizas de un corazón que ardió por amar hasta el final.
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Posted at: 2019-05-22 19:32:42
Day 10 ~5/22/19
Authors think of their readers. I've never thought about it. I am a reader. Not necessarily an author just a writer. I think about what I read, what I need to hear, or what I wish people would have said to me when I needed that word. I'm not sure if others need my words. They need Gods words and if God is my words then they may find it. I know who my readers would be...if they would read it. I know that if my words are meant to be read God will make it all work out. If God is the only one to ever know my words and He is proud of me. That to me is all that truly matters. Following Him and doing His will. I'm going to start thinking more about the readers and the ones who need to read. I'm not sure if I could ever take the big steps like an email list, as to be honest I dont read the emails because the people send way too many that it just overwhelms me. I want simplicity. Not overwhelming. So...I may never have readers. However, I will always write.
When we see a problem, we are to become the solution that we could so easily complain about. Strategy and insight are about to bombard those with the ability to receive what the Lord plans on giving out—in order to advance His kingdom in uncharted areas, creatively. ⠀⠀
Buckle up! Enjoy the journey. Allow Him to process you, Joseph. The goal is for us to have the character to sustain the promise. It would suck for Him to give specific promises before the fullness of time or maturity because what we don’t handle mentally, physically and emotionally in infancy can disqualify us. ⠀⠀
But first and most importantly SEEK (aim at, strive after) His kingdom AND His righteousness [His way of doing and being right—the attitude and character of God], and all these things will be given to you also (Matthew 6:33). ⠀⠀
This is a whoever has the faith to receive it, after surrendering their will and getting into the presence of the Lord, Now word. It’s time to do the soul work. Strategies are coming that will change the generations for the better. Will you be one who advances the kingdom?
تو مثل نمك ميمونى
شايد خيلى زندگيت شور باشه
شايد فقط كنار گوجه سبز رفاقت بچسبى
مزاجت گرم باشه و
خالى خالى راهى بيمارستانم كنى يا هرچى...
ميتونم تا صبح هزار تا بدى ازت رديف كنم و اون غرغروئه بشم
ولى الان فقط ميخوام يه چيز بگم،
"مزه ى اين زندگى بدون تو نمى چسبه"
هر چقدرم كه همه چيش ترش و شيرين باشه،
بدون تو نميچسبه.
و ميدونى راستش،
هر لحظه جاى اون وجود شور و گند اخلاقت،
وسط مزه ى هر روزم تو ذوق ميزنه!
ولى تو هر روز صبح بيدار ميشى،
تو هر روز صبح اون شورى و احساس ميكنى و
نميدونى كه چقدر ممكنه مهم باشى...
پ ن:شوريتون به حساب مهم بودنتون!
پ ن٢:اوضاع احوال؟
Posted at: 2019-05-22 19:24:19
#wedwipaesthetic || side character
Meet Thomas, or Tommy as most people call him. He is the MC's older brother and the "mother bear" of the family. He loves to bake and design, and is always ready with a hug and a hot chocolate waiting for his sisters.
My contribution to the #wedwipaesthetic challenge this week!!
I feel I don't really have many side characters in my WIP (apart from two) but Tommy is such a huge part of my MC's life and journey through the book, I feel he deserved an aesthetic.
(Translation: I know Tommy better than the two official "side characters")
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I always find pause in nature. I’m always awed by how much transferability of meaning there is between the earth at our feet and the unseen deeper world within. I’m in awe at the grace, and humility in the seed that grows in the wild, how it weathers the storms, and eventually becomes fruitful. In the natural world, everything just is, there’s no need to hold on to intangible elements. I’m utterly, floored and inspired by the elegance of this world. I hope to live, like nature. Grow, weathered, but fruitful. Be bold today, and may you be en route to the life of your dreams. As always, good luck 🌞😊#naturalgarden#nature#depth#life
Posted at: 2019-05-22 19:23:14
| Warm embrace.🤗
Posted at: 2019-05-22 19:22:53
I disagree with the quote simply because I have seen too many people around me, including your very own journalistic warrior, struggle with the idea of leaving a relationship that has eventually turned toxic. It's far too idealistic because it presupposes a kind of confidence, self respect, self love & a position of psychological empowerment which not everyone possess.
To borrow a metaphor, you can take a rose. The sweet fragrance of this flower & the imagery of the same permeates our senses, is romanticised too as a symbol of love & I think, becoming love in itself. You look at the rose, not taking cognisance of the thorns that lie beneath it, thorns that can creep into dyad of the two & eventually germinating & spreading into the self, making the task of dissociating the self from the other a damaging process, specially when the level of investment goes from twofold to an individual pursuit.
The language used around love needs re modification not just in terms of our perception but the language & imagery used around it as well. Roses have thorns that can prick.Candles eventually collapse themselves into a puddle of wax. Too much of chocolates can be unhealthy & teddy bears, if not taken care of turn dull with a perpetual coating of dust, symbolic of the dust that can settle in the heart of the heartbroken.
It may all sound too pessimistic but can you imagine an Archie's store that has cards which celebrate & congratulate dissociations & exits from a toxic relationship? Maybe, that can be an entry point.
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