There are words & quotes juggling inside my steamed brain warning over the price of my amourocation.
I write & write! Frequently, found I, playing with sombre emotions deliberately, knitting them on the paper's flesh.
My amourocatousness , has made the world against me, infuriated & affirmed, of my life's uselessness.
But thy, don't understand, my wounds don't heal, unless ,I surrender to him. The echoes of lament and joy, love and betrayed are my forever words, irrespective what Yin & Yang holds in this world, only my forever words, stick to my heart.
My papers, adore the peaceful syncing it's adores my sublime pain. papers are wet with tears of rejection, still it maintains the thresholds of a wise saint.
I don't know, only my forever words, stick to my heart, I write, write & write !
I wake up sometimes At 2am sharp. Drenched in sweat and impatiently thirsty, A dream or a nightmare? What it was? Made me oneirophobic .
I wake sometimes Aiming to write anonymously About what is there , revolving in my heart and brain. Then , the thing I feel is EMPTY. I empathise that voidity. Alas! I failed to write.
Yesterday, I woke Having heard the thunder sounds!! In the scorching nights heat of 45°C A hope of a beautiful rain. My father ,leaps out of the bed. Like in an instant. Without a blink. He never made me realise anything.
On 1st June, I was travelling, through clouds and skies. Not a single organisms lives. Where only, There are silhouettes of silence and heights wilderness.
I wake sometimes, Feeling the swing of the lofty pall The hills of clouds, Pilling upon the clear sky.. How awesome, it would be to float in the air? If the clouds, resides in here? Then why is God's real residence is so rear ?
This room is a voice of voidicity I left this place one year ago In blankets of parched translucent memories. I enjoyed it. Very. Very much. Coz I was who this place shoved light on everyday.
This room is a voice of voidicity. Im still not forgotten about how Little squirrel mum sat on my bed calling it a round table conference with it's family mates.
This room is a passionate void In the hues of greys and black I first saw it ,admist of all mess I decided to finally paint it red.
Through these days & still now. I found a poet's door that ran throughout In a journey of love and life.
I still can recall, Awestruck I were always to see my miniature version in the picture frame right at the centre of the room. And how my neighbour's children tilted their heads in "aaawwww" shapes indicating that child that's actually me.
I see now & my then self And walks is my teenage esteem of How my stomach used to erupt the flying butterflies in a crave to write on one's life. I found nothing to explore the sensational eruption.
When I finally started writing, There was no turning back The room, that echoed voice of my tormented silence. Engulfed me in various shapes and disorders. I was an addict of something good I was addicted to have reading it's own poetries.
I still don't regret of how amusing it was Those late night musing, I don't regret if my mother, ever since then witnessed me scribbling, I still don't regret having created time For my first ever fictional handwriting.
Occasionally I like to write my own lyrics to a song that already exists. It's challenging, but a lot of fun too. This is a lyrical rewrite I've penned for a song written and performed by the American country singer/songwriter Travis Tritt. The words '10 feet tall and bulletproof' are credited solely to Travis Tritt. All other words/lyrics are my own. Thank you for reading. Blessings, Carolyn
A big hello to all of you majestic Mirakeeans out there! Hope everybody's feelin' good! Hopefully ready for a challenge too! 'Cause here it comes! Woot!!
This is a phrase prompt challenge, meaning that you will create a piece in which you incorporate the mandatory phrase provided.
CHALLENGE PHRASE: 10 feet tall and bulletproof. -Credited to Travis Tritt
MEANING: The challenge phrase denotes a heightened or overly inflated sense of self, i.e., the ego. In other words, if you feel '10 feet tall and bulletproof,' you're feelin' mighty darn good. Although you might want to take it down a notch and quit bein' so highfalutin!
I wrote my challenge piece (on my main account) as a lyrical rewrite of the original song by Travis Tritt. To get a point across, I state throughout the song that I'm NOT 10 feet tall or bulletproof.' So it's the opposite of the phrase's intended meaning.
SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT: Please be sure to credit Travis Tritt for the words '10 feet tall and bulletproof,' as they belong solely to him.
MORE INFO: ▪Write a poem/short piece of 20 lines or less that includes the challenge phrase provided above. ▪Absolutely, positively NO plagiarized work allowed. Ever. ▪Do not use obscene, hateful, or inappropriate words or images. ▪English only please. ▪One submission per person. ▪Be sure to put the mandatory challenge hashtag in your caption area so that I can easily find your submission. ▪Please allow several days for me to read your submission.
DURATION: This challenge ends 24 hours from the time of posting, or when it says '1d' in the upper right hand corner of this post. DO NOT SUBMIT beyond that point please.