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Mar 2020 · 224
Growth
SilentMetanoia Mar 2020
How beautiful you bloom
when you nurture your roots
Self-care can be hard to master but when it is practiced, you begin to learn that it is a stepping stone to your wholesomeness. It is the key ingredient that combines balance and unity to your soul that makes you who you are.
Grow, Evolve, Transform
Jan 2017 · 846
Water
SilentMetanoia Jan 2017
When they ask you why you love the rain, the ocean, the river, tell them it is because unlike the people who should  have  loved  you better, the water was never  afraid to touch  you; even when you were at your most damaged and broken.
Oct 2016 · 926
October
SilentMetanoia Oct 2016
There is something beautiful and revitalizing about October. When the leaves fall the world is surrendering. Letting go of the pieces and parts that can no longer serve in a positive way. Trees hold strong to their core and survive the storms; but every good tree knows that as time goes by, the leaves will come back and we all get to start again.
October is so lovely
A new beginning every year
Oct 2016 · 1.8k
Your Intense Love
SilentMetanoia Oct 2016
You have been told
that you love  too  much,
too  many  times
and it should have taught you
that the way people  receive  love
is their problem  not  yours.
It is not that you need to love in moderation.
It is that they  need to learn
how to receive  love  more  graciously.
Remember, your love is a gift and those who accept it graciously will know how to love you in return - there are people out there who appreciate your intensity. Save your passion for them.
Oct 2016 · 575
Another Flower
SilentMetanoia Oct 2016
I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I  will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
Be Strong
Aug 2016 · 10.2k
Wolf And Flame
SilentMetanoia Aug 2016
The people
who consider you weak
have not yet noticed
the wolf  hiding
behind  your eyes,
nor the flames
inside your soul.

Let them think
you are weak
and do what
wolves and fire
do best.

Surprise them
when they least expect it.
Stay Fierce
Aug 2016 · 537
Gold
SilentMetanoia Aug 2016
She wears all black
just like her soul
yet her heart is made of gold.
Short but so meaningful
Aug 2016 · 1.2k
Believe me
SilentMetanoia Aug 2016
Believe me, you're not the only one
who's broken, because If you look close
enough at all those around  you, you'll
only see remnants of scars and wounds from
past experiences that make up quarters and halves
where there had once been wholes.
Everyone has a story
Jul 2016 · 4.5k
Pretty isn't a Pretty Word
SilentMetanoia Jul 2016
She's a supernova
that trails stardust in her wake,
a constellation of contradictions
plucked from outer space.

And all you can think
to call her is
"pretty".
Basically ^.^
Jun 2016 · 874
The Poetry Of You
SilentMetanoia Jun 2016
You* are not small
You are not unworthy.
You are not insignificant.

The universe wove you from a constellation
just so atom, every fibre in you comes
from a different star.

Together, you are bound by stardust altogether
spectacularly created from the energy of the universe
itself.
And that, my darling,
is the poetry of physics,
the poetry of you.
Jun 2016 · 1.8k
Girls Like her
SilentMetanoia Jun 2016
Girls like her
were born in a storm.
They have lightning in their souls,
Thunder in their hearts,
and chaos in their bones.
Jun 2016 · 4.6k
Why She Stayed
SilentMetanoia Jun 2016
He is a storm
and storms devastate,
but every time he hurts you,
you hold your breath
and bear the hurricane;
repeating to yourself
One more chance
One more breath
just one more,
and you'll fix him

Until one day you can't
hold your breath anymore,
and you are half a stormy evening,
one tear stained night,
two minutes and five seconds
away from breaking down,

And you realize,
you cannot fix  anyone,
not until you fix  yourself.
Don't become broken glass just to be someone else's mosaic
Jun 2016 · 10.6k
A Child Of The Universe
SilentMetanoia Jun 2016
You are a child of the universe.
And they say the universe works
In mysterious ways.
And about you,
My darling,
there is such a marvellous
Magical mysterious way.
Jun 2016 · 4.7k
The Dreamcatcher
SilentMetanoia Jun 2016
Some people are like
beautiful dreamcatchers,
absorbing the most terrible things
for those they love
and leaving them
only the softest, gentlest
thoughts behind.
Hope you like :)
Jun 2016 · 1.6k
Different Souls
SilentMetanoia Jun 2016
Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives,
but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.
Jun 2016 · 361
Touch of the Heart
SilentMetanoia Jun 2016
Poetry doesn't have to ryhme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn't.
Jun 2016 · 1.3k
Flowers In Her Hair
SilentMetanoia Jun 2016
She slept with flowers in her hair,
enclosing starlight in weary eyes;
Dreaming of yesteryear
and all she once left behind.
Jun 2016 · 3.7k
Ink Paths
SilentMetanoia Jun 2016
For life is continuous as long as they wait to be read
these inked paths opening into the future, page after page,
every book Its own receding horizon. And I hold them, one in each hand,
a curious ballast weighting me here to the earth.
May 2016 · 4.0k
Journal Aesthetic
SilentMetanoia May 2016
If you close this book,
one page will touch the page across,
a word will touch another word.
Just think that kiss across the page,
how clenched It is and all we say is,
and deep,
What you say, and I say, x-ray remarks jumbled at once.
We don't mean things just by one,
but give and take.
Your eyes, my lips, your ears, my heart.
This book takes them, to press to, to keep.
Now start.
May 2016 · 1.4k
Decorate Your Own Soul
SilentMetanoia May 2016
So Plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
May 2016 · 850
Ablaze
SilentMetanoia May 2016
I'll bring the gasoline
You bring the flame
I'm a Pyromanic, baby
So set my heart ablaze.
May 2016 · 357
Raise your Words
SilentMetanoia May 2016
Raise your words, not voice.
It is rain that grows flowers,
Not thunder.
#flowers #rain #thunder #wise
May 2016 · 3.0k
July Campfire
SilentMetanoia May 2016
You are a July campfire
And you, baby hands stretched out in warmth,
calloused fingers plucking metal strings
moments of laughter I'd echo for hours

I am the forest, and I sit in awe of you
Frayed blankets over the leaves,
calf's and feet intertwined
other initials carved into my skin.
May 2016 · 601
Chalkboard Love
SilentMetanoia May 2016
This is chalkboard love                  
You're on my skin, powdered out  
In sketched skeletons

Find me blank once more
Fill in the empty spaces
Time and time again

Hide the eraser
Let's lose ourselves in our hands
Residue and all.
#love #chalkboard
May 2016 · 530
Spoken Feelings
SilentMetanoia May 2016
Why are you sad?
Because you speak to me in words
and I look at you with feelings.
#feelings #words #honesty #hurt #frustration
May 2016 · 1.6k
Colorful Mind
SilentMetanoia May 2016
You dress in all black
But have the most colorful mind.
May 2016 · 673
Sun And Moon
SilentMetanoia May 2016
And like the moon,
She had a side of her so dark,
That even the stars couldn't shine on it
She had a side of her so cold,
That even the sun couldn't burn on it.
#sun #moon #dark #light
May 2016 · 963
Secret
SilentMetanoia May 2016
She became a secret, never opening up
to anyone, and she wore the years like a diary,
no one ever wanted to read.
May 2016 · 582
Teardrops
SilentMetanoia May 2016
If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you collect them like rain
Store them in jars,
That are labelled with "Pain"
Would you follow their tracks,
From my eyes down my cheeks,
As they write all the stories,
I'm too scared to speak,
Would you stop them with kisses,
Bring their flow to a halt,
As you teach me that pain
Isn't always my fault,
Would you hold my face gently,
As you dry both my eyes,
And whisper the words,
"You're too precious to cry"
If I showed you my teardrops,
Would you show me your own,
And learn though we're lonely,
We're never alone.
May 2016 · 488
Change is Beautiful
SilentMetanoia May 2016
Some days when I feel like a bruise of blues and violets
I look at old memories.
I was the color of yellow,freedom and happiness.
Rosy pinks when I was too shy to talk.
But now, I'm a deep red, passionate
Evolving into something beautiful.

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