Undraping

This lovely post was actually a comment made by Poet of the Light under my post I found a typewriter! I was so amazed and overwhelmed with this that I just wanted to share it with all of you. It really got to me because it includes my story of coming home and finding this typewriter… Poet of the Light just hit the nail on the head. I honestly hope Poet of the Light isn’t upset I’m publishing this.

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Here it goes:

She secretly wore doubts of her choice to return the home of her mother the way any battle ridden warrior does when going back to familiar landscape, the touch of yesterday’s long missed memories and even the conversation over a home cooked meal by Mama. Life can be funny that way, with its secret ingredients found nowhere else. It had been nearly a month when her eyes finally caught site of that- most peculiar contraption sitting off to the side. It was as if the universe rippled in correction, the kind most don’t even notice. One could pose the argument; it was as if destiny was at play here, and that typewriter had been waiting- in silence all this time like a shooting star waiting to be infused with life, life that could only be bestowed from Luna’s fingerprint. Much the way small young girl dreams of being saved by a handsome prince and kissing her back to life; that typewriter certainly could be said to have played the same role, as her dashing prince, except she was the savior and the lost soul and sleeping heart- was her own…damaged by an unwritten travesty. All she had to do was remove the undersize cloth somewhat protecting it from ghostly cobweb collection.

After cleaning it up and preparing it for the test, transformion of old dry stale air into a flow of beautiful inked words- suddenly permeated the surroundings of her essence as she began pouring out her heart, her subdued feelings and long hidden dreams. Only she could read her words on invisible paper taking down all she stroked. Every torn scar on her heart slowly disappearing from her divine heart and her memory as time was erasing her unwanted pain. The sounds of the key strokes striking parchment was a symphony written an eon before her birth and even time itself had to wait until that angelic touch from the soul of Luna infused life and color to each phrase, each word- every single letter. Every typed mistake was planned as part of this written marvel, as too was every tearful correction, making it her life renewed in fluid motion.

Luna was meant to find that antiquated collection of steel that collected dust of past darken hours, that still worked like some enchanted time machine taking Luna herself back to the old Luna of yesteryear, that same Luna born with mystery and magical hope alive and well in her eyes as her heart pumped out love that like the ink scent adrift in the room where she can be heard clacking away secrets for the universe to bequest and unfold at the promise of every new dawn morning like every virginal flower bursting in a bathe of dew. The kind of secret love recipes Mam’s cook, that changes the world for the betterment. Oh- how I dream to be reborn as her parchment and flooded with the love of…Luna’s ink.

Thank you 2018

A few days ago I wrote a post about gratefulness and asked all of you lovely people to write in the comment what you are grateful for in the past year. I thought it would be a nice gesture and a positive way to end this year and start a new one. Also, being grateful benefits our mental health and it creates a positive atmosphere. Here are the comments and e-mails I received:

I am grateful that many of the experiences I’ve had this year are behind me, and I’m in a much better and more peaceful place now
– Myster Hyde

 

I am grateful for my niece being born into this world 6 months ago and I am grateful for the support from all the wonderful poets on WordPress including Luna.
Casey Jarrell from Mirror Gate

 

 I’m grateful I’ve made it through another year! Have been in and out of hibernation since returning from little blisters place south of the inkwell hq. Hope you have a wonderful new year
Inkdrop

 

I am grateful that I am alive……
I am also grateful of people around me
Also grateful of God, that He gave me everything in my life that I even never asked for.
I am also grateful of your poetrybar initiative
The only thing I expect from my self next year is hardwork, dedication, determination and discipline. Also will try myself to be more humble, truthful and honest.
May God give you guidance and good health and also hope that you will pray for me as well.
Salman Wani

 

I’m grateful to still be alive and share it with people like yourself and to write
Poet of the Light

 

I’m grateful that out of the millions of years the Earth has been alive, I’m a part of a time where thoughts can be shared freely and modern medicine does not include maggots
Poohgblog

 

Having a gratitude attitude and I’m grateful to be breathing. I’m so Happy and grateful to share my feelings.
fromglam2islam

 

2018! This is the wonderful year when I discovered wordpress.com. My blog is a creative place for my art soul. I am grateful, joyful and I am delighted that I met many interesting people who share and publish poetry, photos, paintings, drawings, motivating lectures and thoughts.
Creative inspiration, happy, successful and peaceful New Year to all authors!
Vasil Georgiev

I’m running a mile

I’m running a mile

I’m running a mile for every stupid thing you said.
Guess I will be running forever. The ground under me
are all the lies, regrets and memories, the air surrounding me
is healing the wounds and erasing the misery…

Running a mile

Lately I started to think about running again. Back in high school I loved running, especially morning runs and when I moved to Zadar my first apartment was near the beach so I ran a few times there. It was my big passion because it gave me clarity and eased my mind so I think I’ll probably come back to this habit.

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Quote

Give yourself perimission to live a big life. Step into who you are meant to be. Stop playing small. You’re meant for great things.

Here’s some morning inspiration for all of you. I’ve been reading some inspirational quotes and listened to some inspirational songs just to get the strenght to sit down and study but it’s not helping. I just need to grab my book, grab some coffee and a kleenex for my tears and get this party started. #iwanttodie

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Procaffeinating

Procaffeinating

coffee

Morning guys! So I woke up, had some oat meal and now I’m drinking my too strong for other people-no sugar-black as my soul coffee and literally I’m panicking over here. My last semester didn’t go as I planned and I still have three more exams to take and I’m freaking out because no matter how much I study I just constantly have the feeling I’ve done nothing.

I hope this feeling will go away with time because it’s making a terrible influence on my concentration and will power to study. I seriously hope you’re having a better Monday than me and if you have some advices on increasing my concentration level or generally some study tips feel free to share them with me! Have a great week!

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New Years

New Years

Happy New Year everyone. Hope your year will be the best, filled with joy, laughter, love and success. Let go of everything bad and embrace the life that awaits for you. Try to be the best that you can be every day and always put in that extra efford to get what you want. I love you all 😘😘😘