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Mejor amigo♥ ️ ♥ ️
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_who_is_nomy
2w
Gift
Bust it open for a gift. You put diamond on my waist.
You can't buy love,
Its never enough.
You took me on a trip. A trip of love because we weren't getting along so well. Ever since we stopped loving each other, we are not in touch anymore. I cannot blame you for every thing that went wrong. But, we could work this like a nine-to-five. People told me to stop playing all these games. Meanwhile, i was steady throwing dollars, expecting changes. But every war ends the same way. Can we just make love, not war?! I solved my problems by listening to them. Now i am paying for it. I wanted just your faithfulness and love. I was never used to insecurities and i will never be used to it with you.
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_who_is_nomy
2w
My ticket
You are too fine, need a ticket. I bet you taste expensive. Boy you might be a problem. Run away, run away, run away i know that i should but my heart wants to stay, wants to stay now. You can see it in my eyes that i want you to take me down right now if you could. Hope you know what i mean when i say
TAKE ME DANCING
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My sweet melody
In a whole other life, there was this boy that i knew. He made me feel special, we were young and silly fools. Anyways, he was in a band, wrote love songs about me. I wasn't crazy about the lyrics but the melodies were what drove me crazy. The lyrics went something like
YOU TELL ME FINE BOY WHY YOU BEING SO CHESSY GIRL YOU SO FINE WHY YOU SO PRETTY.......
He made me feel it was real love, he played with my emotions. Singing sweet melodies that rang all day in my head but the day he did me wrong, the songs couldn't play. He lied, he cheated over syncopated beats. I was just his tiny dancer who he had control over. Yes!!! When he came along, that when i lost my cool. There was no song in the world to sing along or make me move.
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_who_is_nomy
3w
Love never dies
You never can tell when love begins
Neither can you tell how it will start.
It's alive in your heart
It's slipping into your thoughts
Infiltrating your soul,
It's taking you by surprise
Once you've been possessed by it,
It won't let go
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À MON PREMIER AMOUR
Je t'aimais alors et je t'aime toujours, mais la confiance, les mensonges et probablement les insécurités se sont retrouvés dans notre relation. Je ne mentirai pas ces derniers mois ont été difficiles mais j'ai essayé de jouer fort et d'agir Comme si je n'étais pas inquiet à ce sujet. Oui, j'ai pris la décision et je ne le regrette pas car peut-être que cela m'a fait voir les choses dans l'autre sens. Cela m'a fait réaliser à quel point je t'aime et en même temps combien je vous déteste. De toute façon, le temps guérit tout et s'il est destiné à le faire, mais pas de sitôt. Je suis également heureux de pouvoir utiliser mon surnom pour vous eky .
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OLD FEELINGS
Old feelings never die they might seem like it's dead but onces the person from the past comes back to your life at the worst moment it leaves you confuse except you know what you really want. You have to stand by your ground and stick to what you want
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THE ANTICIPATED YEAR
Vision year, 2020.
A year of great things, wonders and joy
A year to be remembered,
A year well anticipated.
Unknown to all,
Things weren't as it was thought.
The vision year turned out to be;
A year of pandemic, war, deaths, heartbreaks and inflation.
But nevertheless,
Its was a year to remember, a year well spent with love ones the most cherished thing in life.
It was a blessing in disguise.
©_who_is_nomy -
MIRACLE
The christmas miracle,
Wishes to be made,
Promises to be fulfilled,
Feelings to be expressed,
Love to be found,
The prince in search for the right princess,
The best of all gifts
The christmas baby to be born.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL
©_who_is_nomy
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The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward.” “Accept yourself, love yourself, and keep moving forward. If you want to fly, you have to give up what weighs you down
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Life
©naturalbeauty
Life is the most difficult exam.
Many people fail
Because
They try to copy others, not realizing
That everyone has a
different questions paper.
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Reality
©darkshadow10
You know my name
Not my story
You see my smile
Not my pain
You notice my cuts
Not my scars -
nidanazir
6w
Positive vibes
Try looking at the positives, no matter how hard you have to try.
©nidanazir -
kevi10
6w
One of the best things about getting older..
Knowing someone is an asshole before they even talk.. -
shatteredsoul
47w
Read MoreThe night,
we made love,
you wanted to feel all my pain,
between the gaps of your moans
as i kept whispering my old lovers' names
and handed you one of the knives that they had shoved in my heart
you shoved it back in my chest, twisted it again.
Because love,
for you girl,
is like a pinhole camera
so my emotions
flipped in your heart,
clashed with your past
like body scents in a crammed lift.
In our life we either,
suffocate in a gas chamber
or turn our kitchen into one,
So when you had pressed your lips against mine,
I felt like I'm a survivor of the holocaust,
learning to breathe again.
But our love darling,
is an evanescent one,
like a week old vegetables
in the fridge,
or flowing ink turning lifeless
to give life to someone's feelings.
or a last second eye contact at the airport
that says a harder goodbye
than you can ever form with words.
Now i walk zigzag on straight roads
to count the stitches on my wounds.
the knives are still in me, clanking,
forming the perfect tune of goodbye
that i could never whisper as you
disappeared from my sight.
-ronit
#writersnetwork #mirakee #PODBecause love,
for you girl,
is like a pinhole camera
so my emotions
flipped in your heart,
clashed with your past
like body scents in a crammed lift.
©ronit -
ankita_mirip
12w
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rudramm
35w
मोहब्बत रूठी है उसे मनाये कौन
हँसी बेसुध पड़ी है उसे हँसाये कौन
ग़म ख़ुशी की चाहत में ग़मगीन है
ख़ुशी को ग़म से मिलाये कौन
धुँधले से पड़े हैं सफ़र में रास्ते सभी
इस सफ़र में रास्ता अब दिखाये कौन
तड़प रहा है आसमाँ ज़मीं के प्यार को
आसमाँ को ज़मीं का प्यार दिलाये कौन
बड़े प्यार से जा रहे हैं वो ग़ैर की बाँहों में
चाहकर भी उन्हें अपना अब बताये कौन
उसे रक़ीब की बाँहों में देख़ रो रहा है दिल
वो बेवफ़ा है दिल को ये अब समझाये कौन
©rykerrrwriter -
eurusgrey
16w
Read MoreThe poem in the background is an old one, it's inspired by Emily Dickinson's "I felt a funeral, in my brain."
This is bit too long, but I just couldn't stop typing. :')
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Metaphors and pretty (sk/l)ies
Time was running out and so were my breaths, all I could do was sit on the broken bed, one that resembled my heart and count the tiles of the pale green, mildewy room. Even their number was more than mine.
I'd soon fade away like the dreams that linger in your dawn, before you can even fathom, there's no trace left. Would I be an innocent dream you'd long for even after it evanesces or a nightmare that would haunt you no matter how much you run away?
A heavy pressure in my chest constricts all the emotions again, I feel suffocated in my own feelings, was death a way out? Should I embrace it or disregard it too, the way I did myself, all my life.
Once you realise how little time you have, your mind goes back to all the things you could've done, the chances you let slip away from your grasp instead of all the sweet memories you gathered. There's always room for regret, it's a stubborn one.
There was a guy who promised to love me forever. When he held my hand and our fingers entwined, I could see how forever would look like. He was everything I couldn't ever imagine love to be like. They say look for your father in the guy you want to fall in love with, and I'd decided then that if that was so then I'd never fall in love. A good father does not guarantee a good lover.
But he was both and my promise teetered a little as he held my breath with his eyes, and now they were running out.
Bad things happen to good people, it's the universal law. But was I a good one? It's a complicated question.
I pushed him away, like the wreck I was, why pull someone so perfect in your mess?
A 23 year old with 2070000 breaths left, a tragedy right?
Maybe it wasn't, or maybe it was.
All my life I asked for a way out from my cursed reality, and now that I was getting one, why was I faltering?
Maybe because there was a tiny hope somewhere inside me that wanted(longed) for a fresh start, death wasn't the way I wanted an out. I was stronger than that, right?
My words always contradicted my feelings, I sang symphonies of happiness and hope and strength, when I was devoid of them all. I painted the skies with hues of red and lilac when grey was the only shade in my pallete, and they called it a masterpiece.
How easy it is to fool people, to beguile them with charming lies, perfect poems and half hearted smiles. No one cares to take a deeper look, we are all buried in our own miseries.
A tall women with high ponytail entered the room with a soft smile, one I was too familiar with, that of pity. She wore a blue sparrow brooch on her white coat, it signified hope. Hope was the only thing I was left with now.
Her talking interrupted the chaos in my brain and all my thoughts scattered just like that.
I couldn't make out a word she was saying, I was too busy thinking about my next poem, hope would be the theme.
I just nodded when she stopped and she left, with that same smile.
He entered my thoughts again, he did that a lot these days, my heart still longed for him, but my brain always convinced me that it was the right thing too do.
It was, right?
I started to drift into a slumber with conflicting thoughts in my mind, a whirlpool of emotions, too tired to sort them, I was now.
A soft caress on my cheek brought me back to the reality and as I looked up to find who would it was, I wish I hadn't.
There he stood, like an angel with tears glistening on his dry skin, because of me. How did he know where I was? Why was he here?
As if reading my mind, he murmured in a gentle tone, "I promised to hold your hand till my last breath, did you think I'd break it? But why? Why would you push me away like that? Was our love not strong enough to hold onto?"
Before I could answer, he kissed me softly and his lips uttered something I couldn't make out, I love you, maybe.
I loved him, that's why I did it, I wanted to tell him. But when I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the same pale room, hollow air and nothingness.
Were hallucinations a part of my treatment? I couldn't remember.
Was he even real?
Salty tears on my parched lips released a violent sob that I did not know I was holding.
And there I broke down, the aftermath was messy.
Was the phoenix finally tired?
©eurus
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pc: pinterest
#time #mirakee #writersnetworkI felt a funeral, in my brain;
your efforts to save me, in vain,
the flowers of my thoughts are dead;
please be gentle and lay them on the bed,
some buds about to bloom;
now left stranding in gloom.
I felt a funeral, in my brain;
voice drowned in the rain,
everyone saw my laughter;
failed to hear the echoes of disaster,
they were all vile;
sorrows lined up in the aisle.
I felt a funeral, in my brain;
though there wasn't any pain,
mourners appreciating my flaws;
weren't they the cause?
lift the box, don't quiver;
just send it across the river.
I felt a funeral, in my brain;
all the emotions drained.
©eurus -
solmvz
18w
my playful boy
he takes out my sorrow and plays with it
and I enjoy watching it, m playful boy, he knows better than me
oh the pain I share, is nothing compared to pain I feel
It dances, vanishes in front of my eyes, so fast I can't track it, where to? my playful boy
©solmvz
