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  • Becky Hemsley Poetry
    https://www.facebook.com/talkingtothewild
    July 24 at 11:19 AM ·

    When I invite you over, you always ask “what should I bring?”
    And I always say “just bring yourself.”
    But what I really mean is...
    Bring your woes and your worries.
    Let us talk them out if you want to.
    Bring your sadness and your sorrows and
    let me hold you whilst you cry, if you need to.
    Bring your heaviness and heartache and
    let me lighten your load a little if I’m able to.
    Bring your achievements and accomplishments and
    let me celebrate your successes with you.
    Bring your happiness and hope and
    let me share your joy and listen to your dreams.
    Bring your flaws and your failures and
    let me accept you regardless.
    Yes, when I say “just bring yourself,” what I really mean
    is that I want you to feel so comfortably yourself with me that you can bring your smiles and frowns, laughter and tears, joy and grief, highs and lows.
    So just bring yourself; your whole self.
    And be yourself.
    Because your whole self is welcome here.
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    Becky Hemsley 2024
    Lovely artwork by B. Joyful Illustrations
    Becky Hemsley Poetry https://www.facebook.com/talkingtothewild July 24 at 11:19 AM · When I invite you over, you always ask “what should I bring?” And I always say “just bring yourself.” But what I really mean is... Bring your woes and your worries. Let us talk them out if you want to. Bring your sadness and your sorrows and let me hold you whilst you cry, if you need to. Bring your heaviness and heartache and let me lighten your load a little if I’m able to. Bring your achievements and accomplishments and let me celebrate your successes with you. Bring your happiness and hope and let me share your joy and listen to your dreams. Bring your flaws and your failures and let me accept you regardless. Yes, when I say “just bring yourself,” what I really mean is that I want you to feel so comfortably yourself with me that you can bring your smiles and frowns, laughter and tears, joy and grief, highs and lows. So just bring yourself; your whole self. And be yourself. Because your whole self is welcome here. ***** Becky Hemsley 2024 Lovely artwork by B. Joyful Illustrations
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  • Treading water in a sea of retarded sexuality and bad poetry!
    Treading water in a sea of retarded sexuality and bad poetry!
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  • #dark_academia #Eva_Palmer_Sikelianos #Ancient_Greece #poetry

    https://greekreporter.com/2024/06/07/eva-palmer-sikelianos-american-lived-like-ancient-greek/
    #dark_academia #Eva_Palmer_Sikelianos #Ancient_Greece #poetry https://greekreporter.com/2024/06/07/eva-palmer-sikelianos-american-lived-like-ancient-greek/
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    Eva Palmer Sikelianos: The American Who Lived Like an Ancient Greek - GreekReporter.com
    Eva Palmer Sikelianos was a prominent figure in the movement toward reviving ancient Greek artistic and cultural practices.
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  • Whenever I see the tapestry, your blessed hands that wove for me. The poetry, the misery, it all meant so, so much to me.
    Whenever I see the tapestry, your blessed hands that wove for me. The poetry, the misery, it all meant so, so much to me.
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  • My poetry from freshman year. This is called the ghost and is published on fanfiction.net. Please do not steal my writings as they are mine.

    "Eleven thirty my alarm rings. I wake up to the puddle of blood next to my head. I try to stand but as I do there is a rush to my head. Hearing the screams of my bloody valentine, I fight the urge to run in the other room and cover her sweet mouth. All I can hear is the screams in the next room over. Finally I race over to the room only to see my girl tied in spread eagle. I do not see the man by the closet. But he can see me. He stares and mumbles something. I cannot tell exactly what he is saying. All I know is I call to her. She does not respond the man smiles and walks over to where she lay. She screams with pleasure as the man pulls out a whip and glides it over her body. I run over yelling for her to stop. She does not respond. The man looks at me with those lustrous eyes and continues. Trying to punch him in the face, my hand goes through his flesh. I examine my hands they look normal but somehow they are not. The man looks at me and smiles as I realize I am dead."
    My poetry from freshman year. This is called the ghost and is published on fanfiction.net. Please do not steal my writings as they are mine. "Eleven thirty my alarm rings. I wake up to the puddle of blood next to my head. I try to stand but as I do there is a rush to my head. Hearing the screams of my bloody valentine, I fight the urge to run in the other room and cover her sweet mouth. All I can hear is the screams in the next room over. Finally I race over to the room only to see my girl tied in spread eagle. I do not see the man by the closet. But he can see me. He stares and mumbles something. I cannot tell exactly what he is saying. All I know is I call to her. She does not respond the man smiles and walks over to where she lay. She screams with pleasure as the man pulls out a whip and glides it over her body. I run over yelling for her to stop. She does not respond. The man looks at me with those lustrous eyes and continues. Trying to punch him in the face, my hand goes through his flesh. I examine my hands they look normal but somehow they are not. The man looks at me and smiles as I realize I am dead."
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  • I woke up this morning very sad. Thinking of the recent changes with my mother. She has always been difficult, but she has never disowned me. Being that she lives with me it makes it extra difficult. I’ve been supporting her for over 20 years. Today, this morning we have our first meeting with a social worker. We’re going to get her into a home. She wants nothing to do with me. She never wants to see me again. It hurts so much.

    If you would like to see more of my poetry, you can check it out at linktree.com/xzanthiapoetry I would love if you left in the comments there 🫶
    I woke up this morning very sad. Thinking of the recent changes with my mother. She has always been difficult, but she has never disowned me. Being that she lives with me it makes it extra difficult. I’ve been supporting her for over 20 years. Today, this morning we have our first meeting with a social worker. We’re going to get her into a home. She wants nothing to do with me. She never wants to see me again. It hurts so much. 💔 If you would like to see more of my poetry, you can check it out at linktree.com/xzanthiapoetry I would love if you left in the comments there 🫶
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  • I just made a linktree for my poetry.
    If u are into that kinda thing here u go!!
    I’d love your comments there 🫶
    Linktree.com/XZanthiaPOETRY
    linktree.com/XZanthia

    #victorian #steampunks #cyberpunk #steampunktendencies #steam #steampunkjewelry #dieselpunk #artist
    I just made a linktree for my poetry. If u are into that kinda thing here u go!! I’d love your comments there 🫶 Linktree.com/XZanthiaPOETRY linktree.com/XZanthia💋💫​💕 #victorian #steampunks #cyberpunk #steampunktendencies #steam #steampunkjewelry #dieselpunk #artist
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  • Maybe you can't sleep, listen to my spoken word poetry a long time ago.
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    Please subscribe to my Youtube Channel.
    https://www.youtube.com/c/XZanthiaOctoshroom
    And please follow me on my social media account.
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    https://www.facebook.com/XZanthiaOctoshroom
    https://twitter.com/XZanthiaDOTcom
    https://www.instagram.com/xzanthiaadventure/
    Thank you sooooooooooooooo much!⭐️


    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKvQ_syWG0Y&list=PLQp1EWBcWS8a_Nq2w9WkVsl1Eeq-sJR-
    Maybe you can't sleep, listen to my spoken word poetry a long time ago. . . . Please subscribe to my Youtube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/c/XZanthiaOctoshroom And please follow me on my social media account. https://linktr.ee/xzanthiaadventure https://www.tiktok.com/@xzanthia.octoshroom?lang=en https://www.facebook.com/XZanthiaOctoshroom https://twitter.com/XZanthiaDOTcom https://www.instagram.com/xzanthiaadventure/ Thank you sooooooooooooooo much!🌸💕😁💜☺️⭐️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKvQ_syWG0Y&list=PLQp1EWBcWS8a_Nq2w9WkVsl1Eeq-sJR-
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  • Nature’s first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf’s a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.

    #poetry #yardwork
    Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. #poetry #yardwork
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