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asurrealsoul
15w
Read MoreGuys! https://instagram.com/asurrealsoul?igshid=59s6j7tpjrvg Opened my insta page to showcase my poems!! Please show me your love and do support my new journey!! Please do follow it!
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Deep
She loved "deep",
The deep voice of the guy at the end of the street,
The deep hidden secrets of old souls,
The blood flowing in those deep arteries,
And the deep , deep oceans.
She feared the shallow,
The shallow minds,
The shallow lies,
And those light rays from the shallow eyes.
The water felt soft,
She stepped forward,
Just a step,
Slowly , breathing,
Breathing every inch of air.
The water reached her neck,
Finally she reached the depth,
She didnt stop -
"Just a few more feet",
She whispered to herself.
For the last time,
She thought,
She thought deep,
The water was clear,
But her soul felt heavy and turbid.
She gulped one last sip,
One last gulp of water,
She felt it clean her chest,
Afterall , it was the depth ,
That took her life away,
She was at peace,
While she lay,
Six feet under
The deep ocean,
©asurrealsoul -
Sharp yet vulnerable.
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You made me smile while the tears flowed.
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Indebted
Daydreaming in twilight,
Losing it all during the midnight.
Dreamcatchers by the window,
Dark desires in the heart.
Life seems to freelance,
While
I lay indebted to my hopes.
©asurrealsoul -
Soulful yet miserable.
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Remind me of my scars not the battles I lost.
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asurrealsoul
78w
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Well...this is not my creation..I found this beautifullll peice written on a sheet...maybe I had written it down after I read it from a site...I just wanted to share this heartwarming piece!!
You are who you are.
Nothing can define you better than yourself.
Rememeber that my love.You are
You are not your age,
Not the size of the clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair,
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheek,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your morning croaky voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You are the sweetness in your laughter,
And the tears you've cried,
You are the sings you sing so loudly,
When you know you're all alone,
Youre the places youve been to,
And the one that you call home,
Youre the things you believe in,
And the people that you love,
Youre the photos in your room,
And the future you dream of,
Youre made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined
By all the things yyou're not! -
asurrealsoul
80w
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Just another piece where my vulnerable soul poured out its emotions in the form of words and my hand penned them out !
Warmth
All the lonely nights,
Those burning stars,
Kept me awake.
I hoped so strong,
That the warmth of the stars,
Would warm your ice cold soul.
But,
The warmth wasn't enough,
The stars caught a cold,
The stars lost their way,
Yet, they shined,
They kept me alive.
©asurrealsoul -
asurrealsoul
88w
She whispered to herself,
That midnight,
That she would find herself
In those broken smiles,
And those hidden eyes,
In this world of crooked hearts.
©asurrealsoul
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poetryly
15w
Read More#writingcontest #creativearena #mirakee
Original art by PK artist Cameron Chapman
Cinderella, Cinderella
you lost your crystal shoe.
Careless leaving it behind
running to catch your waiting Uber.
Cinderella, Cinderella
cease painting your skin Snowy White
covering your natural sun kissed hue,
hoping the Prince will notice you.
Cinderella, Cinderella
Times have changed,
that slippery glass slipper
no longer measures quite perfectly.
Cinderella, Cinderella
You don’t need to attract a rich man
to rescue you from life’s cinders,
your wings haven’t been
permanently clipped,
only a few feather nipped.
Cinderella
I’m going to say it once more.
You can spread your wings
widely to heights unknown
if you willing to leave behind
a transparent fairy tale existence.
So rise,
the damsel in distress
gig no longer fits.
©poetrylyCinderella, Cinderella
Your wings haven’t been
permanently clipped,
only a few feather nipped.
©poetryly -
sharmee_m
78w
Read More27/07
And I am crawling back into my hole!
#writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #isha_pens #bluepuppy
Tag me if you wish and let me know if you wish to be tagged and also if you don't want to be tagged! Turn the post notifications on if you feel my posts are worth a read! I am trying to come out of the darkness!SPOTLIGHT
Crumbs of my past
Keep me skeptical
I have lost myself
In this crowd
I guess I miss the spotlight
Lately, I crawl back in my hole
Just with a single sunray's touch
I am a victim of existential dilemma
Wherein anxiety overpowers
My sanity dwindling
On a tightrope
I look at the demons
Say, what's up?
I am used to their hauntings
Even in broad daylight
I used to have spring in my steps
Now I drag myself out of the darkness
Everything I touch turns gloomy
Guess, Midas-touch doesn't stay forever
I used to be fond of sweet nothings
Now all I have is an earworm of boos
I kid myself
Everything's going to be fine
I laugh at my mind's vanity after
Let loose, I tell my numb body
I sigh and wish on a falling star
Make it better, I ask
Does it really ever get better
I wish I could telepath to destiny
I dig deeper to find an opening
An opening with a spotlight
A spotlight that shows
What I am meant to be
What I have been missing
I kid myself again
Everything's going to be just fine
I wonder though
What went wrong
Maybe life happened all along!
©sharmee_m -
sarah_campbell
97w
Eclipse
Stars that shine,
A path to mars.
I hold my breath,
Dream of death.
Moon that whispers,
To the transparent figures,
That dance on the ocean,
Hasty commotion
Fiercly called emotion.
Touch my lips,
Spiritual eclipse.
©sarah_campbell -
I like beautiful people. At least, their beauty makes up for the beast that lies in them.
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With the fire inside my soul,
I’ll torch myself.
You’ll enjoy the warmth,
I’ll redeem myself. -
I eat full always. Til my stomach is uncomfortable. Because when my body is inconvenient, my mind can’t be hurting. And, I like to have a break from hurting my mind.
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I don’t feel at home in my body. My mind is somewhere I don’t know, and my heart doesn’t talk to me anymore.
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If to heal was the idea,
I’d not have begun to write. -
branthan
78w
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78w
Pain dressed in a plain white dress kissed me goodbye on my right cheek, left a note at the doorstep..
The only trace of it was contained in the distant, dwindling silhouette.
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