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๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ

แˆตแˆ(Name): Anonymous

แˆตแˆˆ(About): am 27, a research engineer, and a fresh PhD student at AAiT, I love to research. if am not writing a journal article am probably writing a poem or taking landscape photos.

แˆญแ‹•แˆต:
โ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธโ˜€๏ธ

แ‰ฅแˆฉแˆ… แˆฒแˆ†แŠ• แˆแˆฝแ‰ต แˆแŠญ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฐ แŠ•แŒ‹แ‰ต
แˆแŒˆแŒ แˆแ‰ตแˆ แŠฅแˆท แˆ˜แˆ†แŠ• แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ณแˆˆแ‰ฃแ‰ต

แแŠ•แŒฅแ‰… แˆณแ‰…แˆบแŠ• แˆณแˆแˆ แ‹˜แˆ˜แŠ“แ‰ต แŠ แˆˆแ‰ แŠฅแŠ” แŠ แˆแˆแˆฝแˆ
แ‹Žแ‹ญแˆ แ‹ซแˆ‹แŠ•แ‰บ แ‰ แ‰ƒ แŠ แˆแŠ–แˆญแˆ แ‰ฅแ‹จ แŠ แˆแ‹‹แˆบแˆบแˆ

แ‰†แŠ•แŒ† แŠแˆบแŠ“ แˆแŠ“แˆแ‰ฃแ‰ต แ‰ฅแ‹™แ‹แŠ•แฅ แˆแˆ‰แŠ•แˆ แˆฐแˆแ‰ฐแˆปแˆ
แŠฅแˆžแ‰ณแˆˆแˆ แ‹ซแˆˆแ‹ แ‰ฃแˆˆแ‰ฐแˆตแ‹ แˆแŠ– แˆฒแŠ–แˆญแˆ แŠ แ‹ญแ‰ฐแˆปแˆ

แŠฅแŠ“ แˆแŠ•แˆ แŠฅแŠ•แŠฎแŠ• แ‹แ‰ฅ แ‰ฅแ‰ตแˆ†แŠ แˆแŠญ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฐ แŠ แ‰ แ‰ฃ
แŠซแˆแŒ‹แˆฝ แŒŽแŠ• แŠ แˆญแ‹ แˆณแ‰…แˆฝแŠ• แˆ›แ‹ตแˆ˜แ‰… แˆ†แŠแŠ“ แ‹‹แŒ‹แ‹‹

แˆแŠ•แˆ แŠฅแŠ•แŠฎแŠ• แ‹ฐแˆต แ‰ขแˆ แฃ แˆ˜แˆตแˆ›แ‰ต แฅ แ‹แˆƒ แˆฒแแˆˆแ‰€แˆˆแ‰…
แˆˆแˆแ‹ตแˆญแฃ แˆˆแˆฐแ‹‰ แ‹ตแˆแŒน แ‰ฐแˆตแ‹ แŠแ‹ แฅ แˆแŠญ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ณแ‰บ แˆณแ‰…

แ‹Žแ‹ญแŠ•แˆ แŠ แˆแŠแŒแˆญแˆบแˆ แˆ˜แˆ†แŠ•แˆบแŠ• แŠจแˆแ แˆ˜แˆƒแˆ แŠ แŠ•แ‹ต
แˆˆแŠ” แˆ˜แˆแŠซแˆ แ‹ซแˆแŠฉแ‰ต แ‹จแˆ†แŠแ‹แˆ แˆแˆ‰ แ‹ซแ‹จแˆแ‰ฅแˆฝ แ‰ฃแŠ•แ‹ต

แŠฅแŠ“ แ‹จแˆแŠแŒแˆญแˆฝ แˆแ‹ตแˆญแŠ• แ‹ณแŒแˆ แ‰ฐแˆ˜แˆแŠจแ‰ปแ‰ต

แˆฐแ‹ แ‰ฐแˆตแˆแŠ› แŠแ‹ แŠจแŒธแˆƒแ‹ญแ‹‹ แ‰€แ‹ตแˆž แŠ•แŒ‹แ‰ตแŠ• แ‹ซแ‰ แˆตแˆซแˆ
แŠจแŠแ‹แˆฑ แŠฅแŠฉแˆ แŠจแˆแ‹ตแˆซแ‰บแŠ• แŠ แˆแ‰ แŠ แˆˆแˆ›แ‰ต แ‹ซแˆตแˆณแˆ
แŠ แŠ•แ‹ด แŠฅแ‹จแˆžแ‰€ แˆฒแ‹ซแˆปแ‹ แˆฒแ‰€แ‹˜แ‰…แ‹ แ‹แˆŽแ‹แŠ• แ‹ญแ‹แˆ‹แˆ
แˆแŠญ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฐ แˆฐแ‰ฅแˆ‰ แˆ€แˆณแ‰ก แ‰ฐแ‹ˆแˆแ‹ถ แ‹ซแˆˆแˆˆแ‰ต แแˆฌแ‹แŠ• แ‹ญแ‰ แˆ‹แˆ
แŠ แŠ•แ‹ต แŠ แŠ•แ‹ด แ‹ฐแŒแˆž แŠจแ‰…แŒ แˆ‰ แ‰€แ‹ตแˆž แˆฐแ‹แŠแ‰ต แ‹ญแˆจแŒแ‹แˆ

แŠฅแŠ“ แ‹ฐแˆตแ‰ณแŠ• แŠฅแ‹ˆแ‰‚แ‰ แ‰ตแฅ แ‰ แˆแˆญแŒฅ แ‹ญแŠ–แ‰ฝแˆฝ แŠ แˆˆแˆแŠ• แŠฅแ‹ฌแ‰ แ‰ต
แˆแ‰ฅแˆฝ แŠจแˆธแˆแ‰ฐ แŠซแˆธแˆแ‰ฐแˆฝแŒ‹ แˆแ‹ตแˆญแŠ• แŠฎแ‰ฅแˆแ‹ญแ‰ฃแ‰ต
แ‹ญแŒˆแ‰ฃแˆปแˆ แŠฅแŠ“ แ‹ฐแˆตแ‰ณแŠ•แˆ แŠ‘แˆชแ‰ฃแ‰ต
แŠจแŠ แˆˆแˆ แŒญแ แ‹ฐแˆญแˆตแˆฝ แ‹จแŠ”แŠ• แŠฅแŒ†แ‰ฝ แ‹ญแ‹˜แˆฝ แ‰แˆแ‰แˆ แŠฅแ‹ซแˆ›แ‰ฐแˆญแˆฝ
แŠแŒˆแˆบแŠ• แŠจแŠ”แŒ‹ แ‰ แ‹ฐแˆตแ‰ณ แŠ แˆตแ‰ขแ‹ซแ‰ต
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Talk To Life - Talk Poetry
๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ

แˆตแˆ: แˆ•แˆŠแŠ“ แ‰ แ‰€แˆˆ

แˆตแˆˆ: แ‹จแˆ…แŒ แ‰ฐแˆ›แˆช แˆตแˆ†แŠ• แ‰ แ‰ตแˆญแ แˆฐแŠ แ‰ด แ‹จแ‰ฐแˆˆแ‹ซแ‹ฉ แŠจแˆดแ‰ถแ‰ฝ แŠฅแŠฉแˆแŠแ‰ตแฃ แŠจแˆตแˆซ แˆแŒ แˆซ แŠฅแŠ“ แŠจแˆ›แ‹ญแŠ•แ‹ตแˆดแ‰ต แŒ‹แˆญ แ‹จแ‰ฐแ‹ซแ‹ซแ‹™ แˆตแˆซแ‹Žแ‰ฝแŠ• แˆ˜แˆตแˆซแ‰ต แ‹ซแˆตแ‹ฐแˆตแ‰ฐแŠ›แˆแข
แ‹จแˆ™แ‹šแ‰ƒแฃ แ‹จแˆ˜แ…แˆƒแ แŠ แแ‰ƒแˆช แŠแŠแข แŽแ‰ถแŒแˆซแ แˆ›แŠ•แˆณแ‰ตแˆ แŠ แŠ•แ‹ฑ แ‹จแˆšแ‹ซแˆตแ‹ฐแˆตแ‰ฐแŠ แŠแŒˆแˆญ แŠแ‹แข

แ‰ แŠ แˆแŠ‘ แˆฐแŠ แ‰ต แŒŠแ‹œแ‹ฌแŠ• แ‹จแ‰ฐแˆˆแ‹ซแ‹ฉ แˆ˜แ…แˆƒแแ‰ถแ‰ฝแŠ• แˆ›แŠ•แ‰ แ‰ฅแฃ แˆ™แ‹šแ‰ƒ แ‰ แˆ˜แˆตแˆ›แ‰ต แŠฅแŠ“ แ‰ปแŠ“แˆŒ @justcheckitout แˆ‹แ‹ญ แ‰ แˆ˜แ–แˆฐแ‰ต
แŠฅแ‹ซแˆณแˆˆแแŠฉ แŠฅแŒˆแŠ›แˆˆแˆแข

แˆญแ‹•แˆต: แ‹จแˆ˜แˆณแˆณแ‰ต แŠแƒแŠแ‰ต
โ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธโ˜€๏ธ


แแˆฌ แŠ แˆˆแˆ แˆบแ‰ฃแ‰ฃแ‹ แ‰ แˆ‹แˆตแ‰ฅแ‰ แ‰ต แˆ˜แ…แˆƒแ แ‰ แ‹จแ‰ตแŠ›แ‹ แŠ แˆˆแˆ แŠแ‹ แˆ˜แŠ–แˆญ แ‹ซแˆˆแ‰ฅแŠ• แ‰ แˆแŒ†แ‰ปแ‰ฝแŠ• แˆ…แˆแˆ แ‹ˆแ‹ญแˆต แ‰ แŠ แ‰ฃแ‰ณแ‰ถแ‰ปแ‰ฝแŠ• แ‹ˆแŒ แ‰ฅแˆ‹ แ‰ แ‰ แŠแ‰ฑ แ‰ตแ‹แˆแ‹ต แŠฅแŠ“ แ‰ แˆ˜แŒชแ‹ แ‰ตแ‹แˆแ‹ต แˆ˜แŠซแŠจแˆ แ‹ซแˆˆแ‹แŠ• แ‰ฐแ‰ƒแˆญแŠ– แ‰ตแŒˆแˆแƒแˆˆแ‰ฝแข แˆตแˆˆแŠฅแŠ›
แˆตแˆˆแŠ แˆแŠ• แ‹˜แˆ˜แŠ• แ‹ˆแŒฃแ‰ต แˆณแˆตแ‰ฅ แŒแˆซ แ‹จแˆšแŒˆแ‰ฃแŠ แŒแŠ• แŠจแˆแˆˆแ‰ฑแˆ แˆณแŠ•แˆ†แŠ• แˆ˜แ‰…แˆจแ‰ณแ‰ฝแŠ• แ‰ฅแ‰ป แˆณแ‹ญแˆ†แŠ• แ‹จแ‰ฑ แŒ‹แˆญ แ‰ฐแˆตแ‹ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฐแ‰†แˆจแŒฅแŠ•แˆ แŒญแˆแˆญ แŠแ‹แข

แˆแŒ†แ‰ฝ แˆ†แŠแŠ• แˆ…แˆแˆ›แ‰ฝแŠ• แ‹จแ‰ตแ‹จแˆˆแˆŒ แŠแ‰ แˆญแข แ‰ฐแˆตแ‹แˆ แŠแ‰ แˆจแŠ•แข แ‹จแˆแŠ•แˆ˜แŠ›แ‰ธแ‹ แŠแŒˆแˆฎแ‰ฝ แ‰ตแˆแ‰… แŠแ‰ แˆฉแข แŒแŠ• แ‹ˆแ‹ฐ แŠฅแ‹แŠแ‰ฐแŠ›แ‹ แŠ แˆˆแˆ แŠฅแ‹จแŒˆแ‰ฃแŠ• แŠแแˆต แŠฅแ‹ซแ‹ˆแ‰…แŠ• แˆตแŠ•แˆ˜แŒฃ แˆ…แˆแˆ›แ‰ฝแŠ• แ‰ แ‹›แ‹ แˆแŠญ แŠฅแ‹ซแŠแˆฐแŠ“ แ‰ฐแˆตแ‹แ‰ฝแŠ• แŠฅแ‹ซแˆ˜แŠแˆ˜แŠ แค แ‹ญแ‰บ แŠฅแŠ•แŠณแŠ• แ‰ แ‰ฐแˆณแŠซแ‰ฝ แŠฅแ‹ซแˆแŠ• แŠแŒˆแˆฎแ‰ฝแŠ• แˆ›แˆณแŠแˆต แŠฅแŠ“ แŠฅแˆซแˆณแ‰ฝแŠ•แŠ• แˆ˜แŒˆแ‹ฐแ‰ฅ แŒ€แˆ˜แˆญแŠ•แข

แŠ แŠ•แ‹ณแŠ•แ‹ต แŒŠแ‹œ แ‰ แ‰ฐแˆˆแ‹ซแ‹ฉ แˆแŠญแŠ•แ‹ซแ‰ถแ‰ฝ แŠจแŠ แ‰ฃแ‰ต แŠจแŠฅแŠ“แ‰ถแ‰ปแ‰ฝแŠ• แ‹จแ‰ฐแˆฐแŒ แŠ•แŠ• แŠ แˆˆแˆ แˆˆแˆ˜แˆˆแ‹ˆแŒฅแˆ แˆˆแˆ›แˆปแˆปแˆแˆ แˆณแŠ•แˆžแŠญแˆญ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฒแˆ " แŠ–แˆจแŠ“แˆ" แˆˆแˆ›แˆˆแ‰ต แ‹ซแŠญแˆ แŠฅแ‹จแŠ–แˆญแŠ• แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฐแˆ†แŠ แ‹ซแŠญแˆ แ‹ญแˆฐแˆ›แŠ›แˆแข แ‰ แ‰ƒ แ‹จแˆ†แŠ แ‰ แ‰ฐแˆฐแŒ แŠ• แŠ แˆ›แˆซแŒฎแ‰ฝ แ‹แˆตแŒฅ แ‰ฐแŒˆแ‹ตแ‰ แŠ• แŠฅแ‹จแŠ–แˆญแŠ• แ‹จแˆแŠ•แˆแˆแŒˆแ‹แŠ• แŠแŒˆแˆญ แŠ แ‹ญแ‹ฐแˆˆแˆ แˆˆแˆ˜แˆแˆจแŒฅ แˆˆแˆ›แˆฐแ‰ฅ แ‹จแŠจแ‰ แ‹ฐแŠ• แŠ แ‹ญแŠแ‰ตแข แ‰ แ‰ฐแˆˆแ‹ญ แ‹ˆแ‹ฐแŠแ‰ต แˆˆแˆšแˆ˜แŒฃแ‹ แ‰ตแ‹แˆแ‹ต แˆแŠ• แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฐแˆแŠ“แ‹ˆแˆญแˆต แˆณแˆตแ‰ แ‹ แ‰ตแŠ•แˆฝ แ‹ซแˆตแˆแˆซแŠ›แˆแข แแˆญแˆƒแ‰ตแŠ•? แ‹จแ‰ฐแ‰ฃแˆˆแ‹แŠ• แˆแˆ‰ แ‰ฐแ‰€แ‰ฅแˆŽ แˆ˜แŠ–แˆญแŠ•?แฃ แŠ แˆˆแˆ˜แŒ แ‹จแ‰…แŠ•?แฃ แŠ แˆˆแˆ˜แˆ˜แˆซแˆ˜แˆญแŠ•?แฃ แ‰ แˆƒแˆณแ‰ฅ แŠ แˆˆแˆ˜แˆŸแŒˆแ‰ตแŠ•?แฃ แˆˆแ‹›แˆฌ แ‰ฅแ‰ป แˆ›แˆฐแ‰ฅแŠ• ?

แแˆซแŠ•แŠญแˆŠแŠ• แ‹ฒ. แˆฎแ‹แ‰ฌแˆแ‰ต ยซแˆ˜แŒชแ‹แŠ• แŒแ‹œ แˆˆแ‹ˆแŒฃแ‰ถแ‰ฝ แˆ›แ‹˜แŒ‹แŒ€แ‰ต แ‰ฃแŠ•แ‰ฝแˆแˆ แŠฅแŠ•แŠณแŠ• แ‹ˆแŒฃแ‰ถแ‰ฝแŠ• แˆˆแˆ˜แŒชแ‹ แŒแ‹œ แˆ˜แŒˆแŠ•แ‰ฃแ‰ต แŒแŠ• แŠฅแŠ•แ‰ฝแˆ‹แˆˆแŠ•แขยป แ‰ แˆ›แˆˆแ‰ต แ‰ฐแˆตแ‹ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ณแŠ•แ‰†แˆญแŒฅ แ‹ญแŠแŒแˆจแŠ“แˆแข

แŠ แ‹Ž! แˆˆแˆซแˆณแ‰ฝแŠ•แˆ แˆ†แŠ แˆˆแˆ€แŒˆแˆญ แ‹จแˆšแ‹ซแˆตแˆแˆแŒˆแ‹แŠ• แˆˆแˆ›แ‹ตแˆจแŒ แ‹จแˆšแŒ แ‰ แ‰€แ‹ แˆซแˆณแ‰ฝแŠ•แŠ• แ‹แŒแŒ แˆ›แ‹ตแˆจแŒ แ‰ฅแ‰ป แŠแ‹แข แˆˆแˆ›แ‹ˆแ‰…แฃ แˆˆแˆ›แŠ•แ‰ แ‰ฅแฃ แˆˆแˆ˜แ‰ฐแ‰ฃแ‰ แˆญแŠ“ แˆˆแˆ˜แˆจแ‹ณแ‹ณแ‰ตแฃแ‹จแˆ˜แ‹ˆแ‹ซแ‹จแ‰ต แแˆ‹แŒŽแ‰ตแŠ• แˆˆแˆ›แ‹ณแ‰ แˆญแฃ แˆตแˆ…แ‰ฐแ‰ต แ‹จแˆ…แ‹ญแ‹ˆแ‰ต แŠ แŠ•แ‹ฑ แŠ แŠซแˆ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฐแˆ†แŠ แˆˆแˆ˜แ‰€แ‰ แˆ แ‹แŒแŒ แˆ˜แˆ†แŠ• แ‰ฅแ‰ป!

แ‹จแˆ›แˆฐแ‰ฅแฃแ‹จแˆ˜แแŒ แˆญ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฒแˆแˆ แ‹จแˆ˜แˆณแˆณแ‰ต แŠแƒแŠแ‰ณแ‰ฝแŠ•แŠ• แˆ›แŠ•แˆ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฒแ‹ˆแˆตแ‹ต แŠ แŠ•แแ‰€แ‹ตแˆˆแ‰ตแข แˆ…แˆแˆ›แ‰ฝแŠ•แŠ• แŠซแˆˆแ‹ แˆแŠ”แ‰ณ แŒ‹แˆญ แˆ›แˆณแŠแˆต แˆณแ‹ญแˆ†แŠ• แŠ แˆˆแˆ›แ‹Š แˆแŠ”แ‰ณแ‹ แŠจแŠ› แˆ…แˆแˆ แŒ‹แˆญ แŠฅแŠ•แ‹ฒแˆ„แ‹ต แ‹จแ‰ฐแ‰ปแˆˆแŠ•แŠ• แŠฅแŠ•แˆžแŠญแˆญแข แŠ แˆˆแˆ›แ‹ˆแ‰… แ‹จแˆšแ‹ซแˆณแแˆจแŠ• แˆณแ‹ญแˆ†แŠ• แŠ แ‹ฒแˆตแŠ“ แ‹จแˆ›แŠ“แ‹แ‰€แ‹แŠ• แŠแŒˆแˆญ แˆˆแˆ›แ‹ˆแ‰… แŠฅแ‹ตแˆ‰แŠ• แˆตแˆ‹แŒˆแŠ˜แŠ• แ‹จแˆแŠ•แ‹ฐแˆฐแ‰ต แŠ แ‹ญแŠแ‰ต แˆฐแ‹Žแ‰ฝ แŠฅแŠ•แˆแŠ•แข

แˆ›แŠ•แˆ แ‰ฐแˆตแ‰ฐแŠซแŠญแˆŽแŠ“ แ‰ฐแˆžแˆญแ‹ถ แ‹ˆแ‹ฐแ‹šแˆ… แŠ แˆˆแˆ แ‹จแˆ˜แŒฃ แ‹จแˆˆแˆแŠ“ แ‹จแˆ˜แˆณแˆณแ‰ต แŠแƒแŠแ‰ณแ‰ฝแŠ•แŠ• แŠฅแŠ•แŒ แ‰ฅแ‰ƒแ‰ตแข แ‰ แˆตแˆ…แ‰ฐแ‰ต แ‹แˆตแŒฅ แ‹จแˆแŠ•แ‹ญแ‹˜แ‹แŠ• แŠฅแ‹แ‰€แ‰ตแฃ แˆแˆแ‹ต แŠฅแŠ“ แŒฅแ‰ แ‰ฅ แ‰ตแˆแ‰… แˆƒแ‰ฅแ‰ณแ‰ฝแŠ• แŠแ‹แŠ“ แŠฅแŠ•แŒ แ‰€แˆแ‰ แ‰ตแข
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Name: Emin

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You smiled, do you remember when I said "you know I love you right", you just smiled and nodded. I felt something wrong that day, I could see it in your eyes, I felt it in my gut. How badly you wanted to tell me something important but you just couldn't, how if you look right into my eyes longer than 3 seconds, you'd breakdown right there.
I felt it all. But I kept on making jokes and talking about stuffs that weren't worth talking, hoping I'll distract you from the war in your mind.
That was the last thing you let me say.

And to this day I wonder if I could have came up with something better to let you know I was there, or if I should have been silent till you told me what you were thinking.
Some days I wonder what if I was close enough to be able to read your mind but I was so scared and selfish I shrug it off.

I relive that day everyday wondering if I could have done something, anything.
Should have I not let you go after that fake yet real smile, kind of smile you make when you're in a lot of pain but you wanna let them know it's okay.

"I know" was all I got later that night, not even a real goodbye.
I regretted letting you go in that particular moment, I regretted it when they told me you're gone, I regret it to this day after years.
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Title: Farewell
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My heart was beating in the fastest pace.
For a moment, I thought I was gonna pass out, but I knew I had to be brave.

And so I put one leg forward then the other, there were four pictures surrounded by flowers and candles.
In one of them, you were with your dad.

I wanted to deny it so badly, I prayed to God I had gone back in time and it was his funeral.

But no, on the other three, it was you with that dreamy smile in all of them, it was only you. Scared to death I turned around, but you weren't in the crowd, it was only some strangers and mom.
I wasn't sure if I was dreaming again. I wanted to accept it, but I didn't know how.

We were talking just couple of weeks earlier, you told me how you pulled your grades up and that you're so excited to come home this summer.
Summer was just three weeks away, but you went early.
I guess you really missed your dad, I know you didn't know him very much, but couldn't you have stayed a little longer?

I didn't even get a good picture of you. I didn't hug you enough or told you how much you meant. I was never ready for this. I know the world should mourn as it has lost its kindest, smartest human being.

To this day I don't know what to tell myself. If it's that you've gone to a better place or it's all with a plan. It all seems like a bullshit. Wherever you are, I just hope you're okay, because I'm having the worst summer of my life.