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  • itsgammynotgrammy 60w

    Not a new one, but remembered I had this in my books and also wanted to start getting back on here!

    Btw, HOW ARE YOU ALL DOING!? A break again, but couldn't help it. I hope you all are doing great and in good health!

    #autobiogtaphy #wod #flower #petals @writersnetwork @mirakee

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  • itsgammynotgrammy 67w

    I was born to die.
    But I only wish to sleep
    and never wake up.
    Treasure my life in dreams,
    for when you are to die,
    I can trade my eternal breaths
    To your last.
    I wish,
    I was born to die for you.

    ©Gammy

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    #birth #synonyms #eternal #wod @writersnetwork @mirakee

    Image downloaded from Google!

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  • itsgammynotgrammy 68w

    Another old one!
    Undated. (Mostly from 2017)
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    Why?

    She was different,
    She didn't want to follow the crowd
    She did what she wanted, what she aspired.
    She followed her dreams,
    Not caring what they would think of her actions,
    What they would think of her.
    She is the wrong example they said.
    Now she is soaring high
    High above their rules, restrictions and expectations.
    She proved them all wrong, she set the example.
    She broke their chains and succeeded.
    Now they told
    "I used to know her, a bright girl she was
    Be like her!"
    But wasn't she the same one?
    The one they looked down upon.
    Only now they don't judge her
    Aren't we all like her?
    With that hidden fire burning bright for something?
    Something we always wanted to do?
    Always wanted to be?
    Why is it, that they could be two-faced
    While she couldn't be herself?
    When we say 'My Life' is it really ours? Or theirs?
    Are we living how we want to or they?
    Why are we afraid to do what she did?
    To be ourselves? To live our life as just us?
    Why are we manifesting ourself
    Into something we don't want to be?
    Why are we shutting us down?
    'cause it's not the norm for them?
    Why are we living for them and not us?
    Why is all I ask!

    ©Gammy

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    #questions #wod @writersnetwork @mirakee

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  • itsgammynotgrammy 68w

    06.08.2017

    VERY Old one! Thought I could post it for today's prompt. ��
    #arspoetica

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  • itsgammynotgrammy 68w

    It was when My Head, My Home
    had risen to fame,
    I was made known of your existence.
    Then the Pandemonium made me realize
    the constant state of mayhem we live in.
    The answer I had been looking for,
    I found it in your Past, Present and Future.
    Language Barriers is what finally
    brought me to you.
    That day, I spent my time in your world
    meeting all your creations.
    A walk in the garden your wise mind grew.
    I kept coming back for more
    To bath in the beauty you created.
    Sending a silent thank you
    for letting an uninvited guest
    stay the night in your adobe
    for I never returned back home somedays,
    as I found home in your art.
    I am clueless as to what it was
    But one day I saw you
    in my crooked garden,
    admiring the tree of words I grew.
    I wondered what brought you here
    for my little garden wasn't as lush.
    Maybe the roses, but they were only a few.
    The days I left my garden untented,
    I found your encouraging notes.
    You got me to water my dying thoughts.
    Immense gratitude to you,
    I'm growing my letters into words again,
    so my garden can be lush
    with poems all could read.
    I wish I did, but I do not know you
    beyond your sign @surefire
    What I do know is your angelic soul
    creating magic with your wand of words.
    Somedays I wish you were in my life
    outside of this tiny screen.
    So I could brag about
    my talented artistic close friend.
    I wish there was a coffee shop
    we both went to,
    where we sit at the same table everyday.
    Not together, but I right after you leave
    and I find the tissues you left
    decorated with your words each day.
    One fine day I catch you as you leave,
    make a beeline to you,
    with that day's tissue in hand and go
    "Hey! I've been reading all of these.
    (shows the tissue)
    You write with such depth
    they are the wisest and most beautiful,
    I get lost in the imagery you create.
    Please never stop weaving these masterpieces.
    I'm a fan of your words!
    Oh!
    (Extends hand)
    I'm Gammy btw, and you?"

    (Instant spike of social anxiety, embarrassment and regret for not choosing better words or being coherent enough right after those words are out. SIGH.)

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    Thank you @writersbay for this beautiful prompt!
    #weekendc

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  • itsgammynotgrammy 70w

    //One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not popular - Carl Jung//

    OBITUARY TO THE DARK TWIN

    Shadow, age undetermined, of Narrow Passage in Dark Underworld, passed away on October 12, 2039 on the birth of individuality and revival of unconscious personality.

    Funeral service will be held at Conscious Mind. Self of One's Own Reality will be officiating the ceremony. Visitation will be held for all coming through their doors of shadow, breaking social mores. Burial will follow the funeral.

    Shadow, the first born, twin of Persona was a silent yet thriving personality. He was brought up in the brightest dark alleys. Although he grew up in the love and care of his parents and teachers, he was actually the product of their fears, envy, jealousy and anxiety. Persona was very dear to him since the young twin's birth. He was always with him while growing up. But they never saw or met each other. Shadow grew up unhealthy in the Dark World feeding and being uncultured with each societal norm. He was considered the best at wrecking havoc in the whole of Mind. Aggression, cunningness, addiction, criminal instincts, violence and repressed anger were his super powers. Ethical values would succumb to his evil invasion. There was no one like him. His death was welcomed rather peacefully with a sense of wholeness. He died at the hands of his dear twin Persona when the twin finally found him and realised the innate selfishness, destructive and immoral impulses.

    Shadow is survived by Potent, Creative and Powerful Individual who were previously condemned by family and peers out of sheer envy, jealousy and fear of not being acceptable. Persona would like to express love and gratitude to his deceased dark twin, Shadow, for protecting the missing pieces of his individuality even while he had to be the evil one, 'cause now, he is whole.

    ©Gammy

    #Obituary #wod #BTS #MapOfTheSoul #twin #siblings #persona #carljung #mind @writersnetwork @mirakee

    I do not know if I did justice to this. But I always wanted to write something inspired by the studies of Carl Jung ever since BTS released MOTS!

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  • itsgammynotgrammy 70w

    Of all the blooms in the world,
    a few, they shortlisted.
    Word was sent
    he would be visiting,
    still unsure
    if he was the judge or they.

    The flowers were adorned,
    with fresh blooms and blossoms
    anxious, they waited in their adobe

    He met Daffodil first,
    charming, lively and a delight.
    The spring that would end
    his eternal winter.
    But they called her too clumsy,
    tripping on her trumpet gown.

    Next was Lotus,
    dignified beauty, pure and sacred.
    The smile to ease
    his season of fire.
    But they called her hollow,
    barely there on her murky lands.

    The wait then ended for Sunflower.
    bright and confident,
    she bid a cheerful welcome.
    His cold heart melting in her warmth.
    But they called her beauty a lie,
    hiding her blemishes with the dazzles.

    He moved on to Rose.
    vibrant and prominent she stood
    with her enticing allure.
    The colour to his monotonous life.
    But they called her a flirt,
    her lovely red, an amorous advance.

    Jasmine had lost her hopes.
    But he saw her sanguine soul.
    pristine, pure and innocent.
    His dull life, light with her sweet fragrance.
    But they called her pale,
    no life just too white.

    They saw everything the girls weren't,
    filled and drilled him
    with stereotypes and expectations.

    He had to consider it all
    to crown his winner,
    to tie the knot for life.
    The pressure was too much
    for he secretly wished,
    to marry his dear willow.

    ©Gammy

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    @surefire I tried, thanks to your continuous push with the "writeeeeee" comments! Definitely not as good as you would write! The fact that you actually want to read what I write is hard to digest for me. Coz after reading what you and everybody else here writes, when I read mine, I feel like that's the dumbest shit ever! But I hope you liked this. If you didn't, sorry you had to read that! Blame the writer's block!

    #flowers #wod @writersnetwork @mirakee

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  • itsgammynotgrammy 71w

    A Conversation.

    @antarraal: Leave the dude alone, must be exhausted with so much beauty everyday.

    @gammynotgrammy: Beauty doesn't exhaust, it entices.


    Featuring: The dude (@writersnetwork)

    #wod #beauty

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    Beauty doesn't exhaust, it entices.

    ©itsgammynotgrammy

  • itsgammynotgrammy 71w

    To be read in the reader's perspective.
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    Who am I?

    I am one of a kind.
    I am a chiseled model sometimes.
    but a couch potato at times.
    I like to lay a foundation on my face
    I also leave it bare as a desert few times
    but go back to nurture it and moisturize.
    I love my bouncy curls
    even when they are straightned out.
    There's a love hate game with my curves
    and I choose to love at every chance.
    I love the wrinkles around my eyes,
    my smile and worry lines.
    I hold my scars like an achiever's pride.
    You will see my heart's glow and grief
    For I wear my heart on my sleeve
    the only cage its locked in, is the rib.
    I am worthy of the love I receive and spread
    I deserve everything my way.
    There is no perfect way to be,
    What is perfect is I am imperfect.
    I embrace my scars and lines.
    I brave through my stormy nights.
    I am happy as I am and that's my pride.
    I love however I am 'cause it's all me.
    I am everything I want to be.
    I am me.

    That's who I am
    and that's the beauty.

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    #wod #beauty @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    Random af thoughts. My brain seems to have had a power shutdown. So I wrote coz I wanted to wake it up. But seems like it's still dead. If you read the whole thing, congratulations. You survived my dead brain! Here is an affirmation that is stuck in my head:

    "I am healthy, I am wealthy, I am rich, I am that bitch
    I am gonna go get that bag and I am not gonna take your shit
    I am protected, well respected, I'm a queen, I'm a dream
    I do what I wanna do and I'm who I wanna be
    'Cause I am me"

    Thanks! Have a great day! I love you all! Hope to revive my brain soon!

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  • itsgammynotgrammy 72w

    Or maybe they don't know too. Maybe the world is just people pretending to know. Or I guess there are no rules at all.

    #epigraph #wod @writersnetwork @mirakee

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