F.L by Scented Petals

“I didn’t rise from the ashes. I dragged myself out—on fire. Go play with someone else.”

@ExhalingFire @FireWriters35 No problem!

@fragrantletters @FireWriters35 Thank you so much! 🌸

Secret rivers sought, carve a place for me in your bedrock chest and let me into flow into your bloodstream; it is only in the depths that my soul thrives. #FireWriters35 #FoxProse

@LucyChalice Too cute 🥰

When being cosseted and loved all becomes too much to bear.

@only1elle @B_musings Lovely setting! 🙏🏼

east coast evening I walk the boardwalk between sunset and the sea…

@AudreySemprun Superb!!

She made a coat of many colors out of the remnants of faith that she could scrape together Blue for the hope she found in a cloudless sky Yellow for the bright and shining sun And red for the passion she held in her heart for a life of purpose and joy #vss365

@bitsweetTess Love this! Hit hard.

Character is not doing the right thing; it is doing the right thing when it is hard.

“Honourable” Evaluate my performance, an act of honour. Bringing joyous memories back— one moment at a time. Fighting for our country’s future, taking victories from war. The battle has been conquered, freedom at last. ©️Scented Petals #FoxProse #WritingCommunity #vss365

@wilder_rose_ Ahh got it. I gotta get my blood drawn every 3 months!

@fragrantletters Labs

They pricked me

@Velvet_Muse25 No problem! 🌹🙏🏼

@fragrantletters sorry for the late reply thank you so much 🌺🖋️

There are words that don’t just describe truth. They reveal it.. Not the polished truth people intend to show you… but the shadow truth slipping through the seams of language. And once you hear them you cannot unhear them… ~”The “But” This is where the real sentence begins. “I love you, but…” Everything before it is decoration. Everything after it is truth. “I love you, but you’re too sensitive.” What follows is the uncensored layer of the unconscious speaking. The love may be real in form, but conditional in expression. It often means: I love the version of you that does not challenge me, does not interrupt my comfort, does not react too loudly to what I would rather not see in myself. The “but” is the fracture point.. where the shadow stops performing and starts speaking plainly.. ~The “Just” A smaller word. A softer disguise. But often more dangerous. “I was just joking.” “I just meant…” “I just wanted to say hi.” “Just” reduces impact so responsibility feels optional. It shrinks intention so consequence feels unfair. It quietly says: What I did shouldn’t matter as much as how you received it. Even inwardly it turns on us: I’m just tired. I just need a minute.. When sometimes what is true is deeper: I need space.. I need rest.. When in-fact you need the whole damn day. But “just” makes even our own needs feel too large to claim. So please don’t reduce yourself the world will adjust.. ~The “Actually” / “Honesty” When people begin sentences with emphasis.. “to be honest…” “actually…” listen closely. Truth does not need introduction. It does not announce itself. It simply stands. When emphasis arrives too loudly, it is often the psyche trying to stabilize a truth that is already slipping out. Not always deception.. but tension. A truth under pressure.. The mind reinforcing what the heart already knows might not survive unfiltered. These words… but, just, actually.. are not mistakes in language. They are small doors in speech where the unconscious leans forward and lets the shadow be heard. Not to condemn us. But to reveal to us. Because in relationships, what we say is never only what we mean. It is also what we are trying.. not to say.. ꪜꪑ ~ The Language of the Shadow

“Grief” As time goes by during a lost year, a #remanent of a sentimental memory. Standing at the water’s pier— Washing away the face of treachery. Looking out far on the horizon, the loss of a young, beloved son. ©️Scented Petals #vss365 #WritingCommunity

@ShafiekReggiori 🙏🏼

@fragrantletters Thankyou ✨✨✨

#vss365 So many lives I have spent with you, in dreams—that place you never left Holding my heart's secrets Mirrors of time I've kept This rain, arrows that you wept To fold a message in a droplet Come, when the night slept Bring me remnants of the earth's scent

@cri_amy Amen!!

The right connection teaches your heart how to rest.

@LoveHealthEd Lovely!!

On a still day #Remnant’s of a distant past Lay quiet beneath summers folds She sat quit still Thoughts of what could have been Fluttered by on a painted lady. The old Cottoneaster let go some berries Deep red Ensuring blood lines. She sighed Stood up &carried on her day #vss365

@narwhals9 Nice wordplay!

Teasing eyes Across the room Or was that an ocean Or time… Hold my gaze Until midnight comes To charm our spirits With mystery Under watchful stars I learned to laugh Late in the evening Or early morn, I suppose So long ago We never knew the why Or tried And never gave a damn

@antsared 🙏🏼🙏🏼🌹

@fragrantletters Cheers!😉👍✨✨✨🎵🎵🎵

Conscious of Intimate whispers, Hearts craving Ocean kisses Signal to the stars, Will to travel far, How long a step Would take, desire, A leap of faith, Kiss upon this land, Entwined our love In hand.. #loveletters #poetry #poem #love #romance #romancematters 🐿 #poetrylovers

@ShePlaysLoud Beautiful 😍

Just me, the sky and the sea.

@TaoPoetry @WillGWatters 🙏🏼🙏🏼

The rift between the heart and mind Grows like a chasm in the core One knows what is best One keeps wanting more The mediating in meditation Offers some answers to keep When milk is spilled and sours What reason is there to weep Just sit Breathe Be It tends to work for me #vss365

@optionurol @revsodhi Nice poem!!

the rift in the sea i could see the stones below yet the water kept moving over them #rift #uropoet #vss365 📸 from X