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It starts with brokenness, being married to a silent wail, having all the words at your disposal, and no ears to receive them, being so melodic, that heaven yearns for you, and yet so detached from everything and everyone, that you'd never be missed. I see that, more so, I feel it. I ache to connect to it, to let it know, that I know, and yet it remains, forbidden fruit. I'm not at all inspired, by people that have no room, for being empty, people that flee from broken heartedness, people that don't know, watching you grow and rebuild, is what is most beautiful about you. W.E. #poetry #writing #brokenheart #quotes #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #write #writer #spilledink #consciousness #words #broken #loneliness #brokenness #people #igwriters #lonely #sufi #heartbroken #introverts #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #introvert #quiet #poets #happiness #forbidden #love

The style of all styles, is no style. Kinda Bruce Lee-esque in philosophy, but deep rooted in ancient mystic comprehension of the reality of coming to understand your nature. To be conscious of how ugly it is to be holding yourself to this petty standard is akin to asceticm in our age, where as it was the layman practise of yesteryear. If you were to flagrantly be so absorbed in yourself that your very existence depended on being noticed for your fashion sense, it leaves no doubt as to your inward state, you've left no room for judgement not to be passed on you and reserve no right defending yourself. The mantra of 'If you got it, flaunt it' that has become the yardstick of measuring humans today will soon break under the weight of its ugliness. Imagine Oscar was living today to see his quote full fledged and out in the open. #poetry #writing #psychology #quotes #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #write #writer #spilledink #consciousness #words #prose #wanderlust #fashion #people #igwriters #sufi #reationships #theworld #introverts #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #introvert #quiet #poets #god #faith #consumerism

Dear God, I refused to lay in my pit of wallowing, because of Your promise. I've used brokenness and defeat, to fuel everything beautiful I can learn, and always relied on my hands, to guide me to the truth. The truth that all beauty, is an indication of one's inclinations, and ability to recognise it, and to remain downtrodden, is a reflection of one's low opinion, of You and Your promise. This is how I carry myself, defeat after defeat, sin after sin, finding trinkets of beauty, even in my most despicable state. I'm never ashamed, because I know, there's far more beauty yet. W.E. #poetry #writing #psychology #quotes #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #write #writer #spilledink #consciousness #words #prose #religion #qotd #people #igwriters #lonely #alone #loner #introverts #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #introvert #quiet #poets #god #faith #beauty

-connection I often question my aversion to groups, and distrust in closeness, and then I remember, it's rejection, that's built my walls so high, made my tongue fancy with wit, my hand flowing with writ. The reluctance to vulnerability, has furnished my soul with all the excuses, of why I crave to be close enough to catch your scent, yet distant enough for you to long for mine. This connection I crave, is nothing more than a muse on crack. Wesam El dahabi #poetry #writing #psychology #quotes #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #write #writer #spilledink #consciousness #words #prose #ego #desire #people #igwriters #lonely #alone #passion #introverts #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #introvert #quiet #poets #intimacy #relationships #love

That old foe, that stare back, the mirror of you looking into you, I'll never escape this nemesis, the fragrant and pungent all in one. It's hard to beat a man, who beats himself down to a pulp, leaves no trace for you to efface, brokenness is a handy staple, if it means it repels others, and offers you peace. W.E. Revisiting an oldie. Old poem: https://tinyurl.com/ycx57rc #poetry #writing #psychology #quotes #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #write #writer #spilledink #consciousness #words #prose #loneliness #mind #people #igwriters #sufi #islam #loner #introverts #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #introvert #quiet #poets #god #faith #ego

-rainfall The heart can dry up, even the most moist tongue, uttering litanies of thanks, uttering wanton prose of need, is quietly begging rainfall, to stir the seeds that lay dormant, because we have a desire to be content, and we know we can't get it with stuff. I've thus found it easier, fought myself at both ends of my wit and found, it's not hard to be wet with contentment, when you're bathing in gratitude, when you're drowning in gratitude, Alhamdullillah, wa shukr lillah W.E. #poetry #writing #psychology #quotes #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity #write #writer #spilledink #consciousness #words #prose #loneliness #gratitude #people #igwriters #lonely #alhamdullillah #islam #introverts #poet #poem #poetrycommunity #introvert #quiet #poets #god #faith #sufi

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Posted on November 30, 2015November 30, 2015Author lonerloanerCategories writingTags beauty, faith, God, love, Mercy, sin, spirituality

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