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for her sake. •
felt a lot of poems bubbling up on me recently. think i’m gonna sit down and pour some out later tonight. stay tuned ❤️
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my three books are available worldwide through the link in my bio 🥀
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@catarinehancock ☼  #catarinehancock.

for her sake. • felt a lot of poems bubbling up on me recently. think i’m gonna sit down and pour some out later tonight. stay tuned ❤️ • ————————————————— my three books are available worldwide through the link in my bio 🥀 ————————————————— @catarinehancock#catarinehancock ...

SCARS // Your scars are a painting. A portrait of a life well lived. A map of the times you did not think you would see tomorrow.
They speak to you ever so gently and with palpable love. Dear heart, you survived. Now go out and live.
Fall in love, over and over and over again. Kiss in the rain, dance in the grocery store. Do all that feels like medicine for your soul. Honor your scars by living so well that they begin to smile.
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The last two days have been filled with humans I love with every fiber of my being. Accompanied by the results that every 6 months I wait for with baited breath. Although, this time around I threw myself into creation. And wrote two of my favorite poems I have ever written in my life. They will be in Untamed so I cannot share but my heart definitely skipped beats whilst writing them. Every 6 months I have to take a blood test to ensure my Mast Cell Activation is still indeed MCAS and hasn’t morphed into mastocytosis. It used to be every 3 months... so every 6 is an improvement. It’s a strange thing walking around the world with a body that is almost lined with explosives. A body I love deeply and yet still hold some fear around. But then I go to the place in my mind that I talk fully about in the newest issue of @thesupperclubmag... the place of knowing we all are kind of ticking time bombs. We don’t have a say about when we come or when we leave. All of us are promised nothing. The only difference between myself and a healthy beautiful human is... I am incredibly aware of this. I was gifted an illness that taught me the importance of the moment. I learned to say I love you without reservation. To dance whenever my body is called too. To sing. To play. And most important to show up for people as much as I breathe. Because they make my life FULL. I am surrounded by people who love me in a way that brings me to tears every single day. And my only hope is that with this one finite life ... I can love them back with all I have in me. People are on borrowed time my darlings. Choose one another. Spend time. Linger a little longer looking at their eyes. Be mesmerized. Te amo hasta la luna y las estrellas..

SCARS // Your scars are a painting. A portrait of a life well lived. A map of the times you did not think you would see tomorrow. They speak to you ever so gently and with palpable love. Dear heart, you survived. Now go out and live. Fall in love, over and over and over again. Kiss in the rain, dance in the grocery store. Do all that feels like medicine for your soul. Honor your scars by living so well that they begin to smile. ________________________________________ The last two days have been filled with humans I love with every fiber of my being. Accompanied by the results that every 6 months I wait for with baited breath. Although, this time around I threw myself into creation. And wrote two of my favorite poems I have ever written in my life. They will be in Untamed so I cannot share but my heart definitely skipped beats whilst writing them. Every 6 months I have to take a blood test to ensure my Mast Cell Activation is still indeed MCAS and hasn’t morphed into mastocytosis. It used to be every 3 months... so every 6 is an improvement. It’s a strange thing walking around the world with a body that is almost lined with explosives. A body I love deeply and yet still hold some fear around. But then I go to the place in my mind that I talk fully about in the newest issue of @thesupperclubmag... the place of knowing we all are kind of ticking time bombs. We don’t have a say about when we come or when we leave. All of us are promised nothing. The only difference between myself and a healthy beautiful human is... I am incredibly aware of this. I was gifted an illness that taught me the importance of the moment. I learned to say I love you without reservation. To dance whenever my body is called too. To sing. To play. And most important to show up for people as much as I breathe. Because they make my life FULL. I am surrounded by people who love me in a way that brings me to tears every single day. And my only hope is that with this one finite life ... I can love them back with all I have in me. People are on borrowed time my darlings. Choose one another. Spend time. Linger a little longer looking at their eyes. Be mesmerized. Te amo hasta la luna y las estrellas. ...

"Sono tanto vigile quanto un gatto che deve rubare la crema." W. Shakespeare . . . Non abbiamo crema in casa. Forse per questo io e Minerva passeremo il weekend così! ...

• Eyes chico, They never lie •
What if I say they do?
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The extolling facts like eyes don't lie, drunk people don't lie, etc suit movies only. These are mere assumptions which apprehend minds of readers & viewers. A drunk man is not a freaking victim of Alzheimer's disease for the sake of being drunk, he knows what he says. Being drunk provides relaxation & lowers one's consciousness, that's it. There's no such thing that drunk people are bound to speak truth only.
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Eyes are the window to one's soul which is convincing enough but we're humans, there are certain times when we don't know what we pretend & what we actually feel. “Pretending” to be a lover is not hard either, the package comes with free deep stares, touchy-feely assistance & temporary feeling of “Omg! I'm the luckiest person in the world”. If eyes never lied then we'd trust everyone without being hurt & this world could've been a much better place.
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We were happy stardust souls somewhere lost within the entropy of city life. It felt like a dream, too good to be true. Now, I wonder how many girls you take to that dim-cosy apartment of yours & show them false pretty hopes.
You'd brush your hands through your messy hair in a flirtacious tone and answer with a smirk adjacent to your wine-red lips
— “Just the pretty ones”.
- Bloomrave.

• Eyes chico, They never lie • What if I say they do? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The extolling facts like eyes don't lie, drunk people don't lie, etc suit movies only. These are mere assumptions which apprehend minds of readers & viewers. A drunk man is not a freaking victim of Alzheimer's disease for the sake of being drunk, he knows what he says. Being drunk provides relaxation & lowers one's consciousness, that's it. There's no such thing that drunk people are bound to speak truth only. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Eyes are the window to one's soul which is convincing enough but we're humans, there are certain times when we don't know what we pretend & what we actually feel. “Pretending” to be a lover is not hard either, the package comes with free deep stares, touchy-feely assistance & temporary feeling of “Omg! I'm the luckiest person in the world”. If eyes never lied then we'd trust everyone without being hurt & this world could've been a much better place. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀— X — ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ We were happy stardust souls somewhere lost within the entropy of city life. It felt like a dream, too good to be true. Now, I wonder how many girls you take to that dim-cosy apartment of yours & show them false pretty hopes. You'd brush your hands through your messy hair in a flirtacious tone and answer with a smirk adjacent to your wine-red lips — “Just the pretty ones”. - Bloomrave ...

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@sabinalaurapoetry • #sabinalaurapoetry.

☽ ‘bones’☽ @sabinalaurapoetry#sabinalaurapoetry ...