Mirakee
She refused to draw you where her darkness resides. So, she put on her smiles, and tried to be merry whenever you are by her side.
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B O G O S H I P O
I write how much I miss you on the water,
Trying to hide this throbbing weather,
Maybe like a season it will change one day,
So I'll wait till it fades away.
But then rain came over,
Pouring down every drop of feelings
That I once left drowning into the sea,
Locked up in a chest without a key.
But love is as deep as the ocean,
No matter how many times
I tried to held it back,
Like a wave,
It keeps on coming back.
©_kaz_08_ -
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You cannot ask for the world to always light up your life, you have to create it from within and it will never die. No matter how other's cast storms on you, it will never be blown, it will rather lit brighter as you take another step towards your future.
©_kaz_08_ -
_kaz_08_
3d
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My heart believes in things
My eyes could not see.
Like a magic,
Your song makes me happy.
Turning the air smells like candy,
Making my life taste so sweet,
Letting me crave to live.
©_kaz_08_ -
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_kaz_08_
1w
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A beginning
And an end.
Two things coexist
No matter when
To no matter what
In no matter how.
©_kaz_08 -
_kaz_08_
1w
Strange Dream
Punctured pain
Rushing through my vein
Numbed and cold
It's so hard to take a hold
I took the chance on a bit of flare
Accepting my fair share
Glass heart keeps on shattering
Burning eyes can't help but flooding
Alas, left here all drained and shaken
Like a deep well abandoned and barren.
Then a gleam of light reach my sight,
Thank God it was just a dream that fright.
So strange that kept me puzzling all night
I hope it's just a nightmare and not a foresight.
©_kaz_08_ -
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The thread that connects us
Is like an elastic rubber,
The farther I pulled away myself from you,
The harder it gets,
And when I let go,
The faster I got pulled back,
And sometimes,
It hurts even more.
©_kaz_08_ -
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The glimmering
Stardust in your eyes
Is like magic
That I can only
See in my dreams.
So beautiful and enchanting
But, alas, it's not meant for me.
©_kaz_08_ -
_kaz_08_
2w
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You don't have to be that someone
Others always speak about.
You know yourself better,
Step out of that line,
And prove them wrong.
©_kaz_08_
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graciouspen
1h
Singers are writers but not all writers are singers.
©graciouspen
Grace verse mic.
Wahala♀️♀️
My choirmaster asks me to sing on a Sunday service.
The difference between writing and singing was clear to me on that day when he asked me to lead worship in a Sunday service
Writing and singing are not just the same.
Consistency is needed in writing, the same way it's needed in singing.
For a very long time ago, I haven't gotten such a kind of occurrence or felt unusual about a thing mostly at night except for the awkward feelings I got back years in writing.
Singing is not my thing, I wonder whose thing, is it.
Aunty Chioma Ngaikedi asked a question in her Facebook group, guess what the question was.
Dancing, singing, writing, which one talent would you pick?
Can you help me with the answer?
She said one, I would have picked dancing to add up the first talent. And what is the first talent?
You would believe it, I saw myself thinking about what to sing that will never be in writing, although sometimes writers experience writing block challenges for some while I'm good.
Except I have gotten myself entangled with strange gods and creatures.♀️♂️
Notwithstanding, I embark on rehearsals of various kinds a day to the deal day precisely on Sunday.
I gave myself to prayer, and I submitted to a high authority, I got a fever and high temperature.
At a point I gave up on the scene, I mean, I let Yahweh take the lead while I follow.
I communicated it to my friend when the burden was much. I said to her, guess what? I will be taking worship tomorrow in the church for the first time on a Sunday service, hmm, singing? This is not writing.
Listen to her, She said to me
The principle to moving the hand of God is humility and brokenness, so this night concrete yourself, submit, train in the spirit by worshiping, not so loud, be intentional. Have the encounter first before you release it to others.
If you are willing, you will produce substance or result. All God wants, na your willingness and submission. Allow the Holy Spirit to take the lead, you get the voice, he will transform it.
I won't have love to come, she said.
Come? Come tell me my flaws, I said to her.
She continues by saying, Nah, you have flaws but when the transformer is upon you, he makes you flawless, he uses the foolish things of this world to conform to the wise. He gat you baby.
She said he gat me and that I have a voice.
Thank God I have a voice that has always been peoples comment
Oh my goodness, Don't mind her, we can talk precisely, she can talk for good.
How good it feels to have someone that watches your back on things or simple things like such.
Notwithstanding the fever I got, I was stared up in the spirit. Immediately I told her good night and went offline.
She recommended and reminded me of something I would have done than having a sick face and horrible feelings at first.
Someone once said, and I quote quality content depends on quality thinking, he was referring to writing as per se writers.
In singing, you need quality thinking to give quality content or should I say melody, lyrics, ministration, and inspirations.
There is nothing special in what we do, someone somewhere has done it if not better than you did. The only difference is the spirit at work in them.
We only have one purpose and diverse passion.
When you allow God to take the lead you will suffer no defeat or breakdown of any kind.
Honestly, nothing should be done outside the lead of God for you not to get an awkward result
Why are mine talking about lead for the second time in a month not up to two weeks?.
I think God is talking to you that is reading this. Allow God to lead the way for you.
Okay, listen.
When God is leading you, you can not be misled.
Of course, you know, working with God takes humility. In that case, it's only when you are willing to submit that you can produce results.
Nobody is designed for a particular thing.
Though there are things we are good at, we can do all things if we are willing and the mind is ready we can surely do better. However, we are cautious not to let people call us jack of all trade.
Well, I pray that God will accept my worship.
As for my choirmaster, I hope I met his expectations.♀️
Action point: singers are writers but not all writers are singers.
Writers go through writing blocks and singers experience singing blocks.
To the newbie, they both suffer block either in singing or writing. -
allbymyself
9h
Read MoreThey say your face
is a 5 AM sky, a sun
that is yet to rise
a mockingbird that's
yet to croon, they
say you are dressed
up in layers of possibility
shielded by the shadows
of an uneven spring
trying to unfurl a
torrent of wildness
a wave of summer
that never quite
comes to pass
a slice of winter
that acts as a hymn
at a Sunday mass.
They say you spin
fire when no one
else is looking, and
if they were to look
straight into the amber
of your eyes, they
would be able to
count flames on
the other side of
eternity, so when
the clocks stop
the stories fade
and the stars blink
brighter than before
you would hold on
to the threads of time
while forgetting
to untangle them.
- Avitaj
@dopamine @raika_
Picture credit- Mike Palormo5 AM Sky
Once more into the crowd
Temptation wears you down
Go home, your heart too loud
Always
- Seen Enough, Dryer -
Isn't beautiful?
Those souls even in times of adversities
appreciate life and accept it.
©vitili_zhimomi -
roel_gonz
1d
The love and pain that
flows through
the poet veins
touch million of hearts and souls
©roel_gonz -
The distance between us was of the time;
You were my forever
And I was your sometimes.
©Asma Khan -
kin_jo
2w
Read MoreLet me tell you a story
Of one broken bowl
Now two half empty bowls
Trying to absorb
D E S O L A T I O N
with whatever they can
Let me tell you a story
Of A dying heart
With four dark rooms
Filled with
D I S T O R T E D
Mirage of broken promises
Let me tell you a story
Of an unkempt room
Fragmented memories lingered
Framed upon the fading walls
E C H O E S
out the shards of shattered dreams
Let me tell you a story
Of a poet in love
Love Concealed in vaque poems
Lay airless, like orphans, forlorn
L A C K I N G
the author, unburied and unbound.
@kini
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Thank you for the ❤️ @writersnetwork #pod
I scribbled after longThat day when you left
the sweet kisses you once planted on my body, turned into scars, a faded memory.
©kin_jo -
justhannah
2w
People have lived unnaturally so
long they don't understand what natural
is, where it's from, its possibilites,
they lose their peace trying to buy up all the cures, while nature is free and answers
all their questions and scars.
©justhannah -
kalliope
30w
Read MoreWhy do you keep on hiding inside your own body?
Instead of exploring yourself why are you still finding yourself?
Why do you keep on googling, "How not to love a person of same gender?"
Why do you suppress the feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you see him on the streets?
Why do you think that you are having mental issues?
Who told you that love is an enigma?
Why do you see anger and rage in red when it wants you to know the life?
Why do you see degradation and cowardice in orange when it wants to heal you?
Why do you see deceit and jealousy in yellow when it wants you to feel the warmth of the sun?
Why do you see wild and untamed danger in green when it wants you to listen the harmony of nature?
Why do you see melancholy in blue when it wants to show you stability and serenity?
Why do you see mourning and conceit in violet when it wants to tell you about spirit and romance?
Why do you keep on confining love when it's all about diversity?
Love is all about falling for the person.
It is all about going beyond time and space and beyond the norms of the society.
LOVE IS INEFFABLE ������️��
#coloursspeak #wod @mirakeeLove is all about falling for the person irrespective of caste, creed and gender.
©shi_ta_l -
Halo
When I first saw you;
It was almost the end of autumn.
After a season full of pretty rouge,
Our cities were ready to freeze white
Maybe to set things right?
I would've liked to watch the sky with you;
If I were to choose.
But beyond that pretty dream
My hell was breaking loose.
But then again, there you were
Standing right where
My time kept stopping.
And this time I thought again
If I were to bargain,
At this moment, and for the first time
Should I let my burden;
That's set on fire,
Be the halo for once
And allow this timeless trance
To sail a ship I never dared to board
©tithi_b -
i_ashath
3w
THE "COMEBACK" IS ALWAYS GREATER THAN THE "SETBACK".
