#fortheloveofwords

A winter night, extra pillow, cold bed. The lingering voice of a mate. A heart in turmoil. Satiated and thirsting at the same time.
If you're wondering what I do when not with you, this is the only agreeable company. For my fingertips feel all wrong touching anything else

#missingyou #nowreading #nosleep #dearkafka #books #nighttime #want #mood #underthecovers #inbed #writersofig #writergram #fortheloveofwords

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Story time, thanks to the illustrations/ writing prompts from @something.i.did

Everyday I have to remind myself that this is now my life.
I once shared a room with four other women just like me. Taken without a thought of who we were and the families that were left behind. I was somebody’s daughter, somebody’s sister-I was loved.
Then the bad men came. I was thirteen.
I went to gather water at the local well. I was grabbed, beaten then forced to sit day after day in a factory without light, without ventilation, sewing waves upon waves of material for clothes that the women of my country never wore.
Then one day, I had enough. I was tired of sewing until my fingers bled. I was tired of watching women fall down exhausted, dehydrated. Tired of having the bad men force themselves on us. Most of all, I was tired of not having a voice.
I was nineteen and a day.

I ran. I ran until my feet ached. I ran so fast because every moment, every step meant I was farther away. I was terrified. I hid in caves, slept under the leaves, hoping-praying, that I would not be caught. I ran until I saw a train and made the decision to jump. I almost did not make the leap-almost lost my footing, almost crushed to death.
That was five years ago-I am now twenty-four, six days, five months-and I am free.
I am sitting in a room alone, surrounded by delicate flowers, surrounded by hope. Blessed, grateful and free. •
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#sidspromptstowriteto #storyoftheday #creativewriting #creativelife #awriterslife #words #storytime #fortheloveofwords #writersofig #writingpropmts #spilledink #runawaywriters #globalwordsmiths #fortheloveofwriting #writeeverydamnday

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If you arrived here knowing me as vcondez, you know poems are a big part of how I stay open to my vulnerability and growth. I probably follow you for yours.
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My sarcasm and sense of humor came through in the other account almost exclusively through the comments I left in your posts ...and the ramblings in mine.
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Now, it seems like I pushed all of that forward, visible and in full color through the illustrated lists, and you see all of my creativity in this account - unapologetically and loud.
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And yet, I am still a person of words and I want to honor that sentimentality, still... without dividing myself into pieces or separate accounts. It's just not who I am.
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So here it is. I'll post my motivational lists and my poems, intertwined, and can only hope that neither seem too intrusive if you are following me just for one or the other.
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and thanks for being here. really. let's keep it fun! xx
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#comfortzone #heat #blanketscarf #poetrycommunity #unreliable #fearless
#asabovesobelow #bodymindspirit #bohemian #innerwork #intuitiveliving #knowthyself #magictribe #modermystic #personalgrowth #selfexploration #soulwork #spirituality #wildwoman #fortheloveofwords #womenwhowrite #womenwhodraw #writeyourselfalive #becomingwild #iamhertribe #cultivatewhatmatters #inspiremyinstagram

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• Advice from the moon. 🌗🌾

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• I pulled this card a few days ago but have been keeping it out on my table since. This badass bear mother is one of my favorite depictions of the Queen of Pentacles out of all the decks I own. The thing for me about the QoP is that during the times I am able to embody her generosity and practicality, it’s made possible only when I’m in tune with my own power and strength. Only when the spirit of the bear is strong in me. The meek or gentle portrayals of the Queen of Pentacles always make me bristle, but this bear queen, she is my type of queen. Strong and secure in her cave, making sure her needs are met first before she meets anyone else’s. 🐻

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I think I've posted this before🤔
#jironword #word #instapoet #fortheloveofwords

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• I really want to start sharing other people’s work more. Feeling a pull towards cultivating community lately. Here are four #fridayfavorites (it’s hard to pick only four but moderation!):
1. @itsliamryan
2. @brendancolley
3. @emmakatehanson_
4. @knowitallnori
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• I mentioned the other day how individual words are a large part of my practice. I work with them sort of the same way I work with certain tarot cards — in phases, when I receive them, and intertwining their layers of meaning with the rest of the journey. When I journal and one of the Words pops up, I circle it with a little cloud. I carry them around in my head like little totems.
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Last night I thought it might be fun to keep track of the Words and their messages on my feed. So here’s one I’m working with during Sagittarius season: Allow.
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Last night Allow told me to take risks. So I did (in a small way) — I tried handwriting the Word, which is something the Virgo perfectionist in me sees as a risk. Potentially sloppy work? No thanks. :P But then, I allowed myself to experiment, and I quite like the results. It’s loopy and charming, like me! Ha. ✍🏼➰ | #wordtotems

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Through my keen powers of observation and deduction, I have come to realise that the IG writing/poetry community is basically one giant cannibalistic orgy. It's a select population of IG writers, "poets", and pseudo-artists bouncing from DM to DM and from bed to bed feeding off each other’s egos- married men and women keeping extramarital IG paramours in various cities, feeding each of them the same lines. These are people who keep their real lives, their real personalities and true selves very separate from their IG personas. IG allows people to pretend to be whomever they want to be. More often than not, the character people portray on IG is either only a minuscule fraction of who they really are or a fictitious person entirely.
These are not real, lasting relationships. These are merely digital pen pals who meet somewhere in the middle for one night every few months to fuck and then write about it for likes and followers. They'll never evolve into real, every day, normal relationships, yet the impact these sordid dalliances have on the people who share lives with them is devastating and very real. These ignoble liaisons ruin real lives, hurt the real people who really love them and with whom they share real, day-to-day lives. They either prevent or end real, lasting love with people who aren't just a DM booty call painted as long-distance love. You should all be ashamed of yourselves, you know who you are. Wake up to reality outside of an IG square; It's not love, it’s only Instagram.
#prose #tbt #fortheloveofwords #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #poem #poet #writer #thoughts #musings #poetryisnotdead #writersofinstagram #instapoetry #instapoet #instamood #igpoet #spilledink #spilledthoughts #poetrycommunity #words #love #lovers #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #poets #poetry #wordporn #drunkpoetsociety #poetshit #instagood

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I'm having so much fun with this list! The title alone makes me giggle!.... explaining how someone is being rude through the use of metaphors is so refreshing. 🎈

I have more ideas but since the last list worked so well by omission of the last slide, I wanted to ask you for more ideas: Who are the assholes in your life? -No. Don't answer that! 😄 What's their most annoying habit? Maybe I can make something cute out of your annoyance 🤷
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#todolists #howtolive #rudepeople
#metaphors #cat #mouse #kite #parrot
#asabovesobelow #bodymindspirit #bohemian #innerwork #intuitiveliving #knowthyself #magictribe #modermystic #personalgrowth #selfexploration #soulwork #spirituality #wildwoman #fortheloveofwords #womenwhowrite #womenwhodraw #writeyourselfalive #becomingwild #iamhertribe #cultivatewhatmatters #inspiremyinstagram

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mostly I aim to
lift people up,
carry their hurts
on my back,
swallow their poisons
myself, and
you might call this gifted, or
cursed.

sometimes I want to
rip them apart,
like an animal,
like wild,
all teeth and claws,
and I wonder,
is this a threat, darling?
or just a fact?
It's both sides of real -
wanting to heal you
and bring you down
at the same time,
at the same goddamn time.
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#poetsofig #instapoetry #prosepoetry #creativewriting #writersofig #womenwhowrite #galaxyofwriters #writeyourselfalive #poetryisnotdead #fortheloveofwords #spilledink #writeitout #relationships #healing #wild

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When you're in so deep on a poetry streak, you start rapping a recipe. #fortheloveofwords #spokenword

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• {an invitation to slow down} I’ve been super productive and focused lately in the areas of creativity and long-term projects, and it absolutely fills my heart with a sense of joy and purpose, but other parts of my life call to me for now. The more “mundane” parts. The dishes in the sink and the toys on the floor. The clutter on the coffee table and the hair on the bathroom tiles and the laundry piling up. The unpretty but still strangely beautiful parts. The parts that are proof that I’ve been living life, moving things around, utilizing my tangible resources, creating shifts with my body and environment. ▫️ The Queen of Pentacles was my card for the day. She’s here to bring me back to the practical matters. They aren’t as “fun” to nurture as my projects, but nurturing them in fact makes the space for things like imagination and expression and creativity — the things that really matter to me — to float freely. It’s all intertwined.

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