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  • binaryocean 1d

    Just because you're in shambles doesn't mean that you can't get back up. Fight back but by bit, sprout new leaves and grow on the very entity that broke you.

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    FERNS

    Festering on the remnants of civilizations,
    Roots that tear trough the mightiest of walls.
    Tiny leaves that convert poison into sustenance.
    They are the living proof of the undying hope.

    A spot of greenery amidst the chaos,
    Surviving against the slimmest of odds.
    Pulsating it's existence vehemently,
    Refusing to bow down to the grim reaper.

    We all have our fallen castles of the past,
    Lost dreams and fallen kingdoms.
    Turn yourself into tiny havens of life,
    Rise again from the debris of defeat.

    ©binaryocean

  • binaryocean 5w

    It doesn't matter how different you are from the rest, you are born to define greatness. You might feel like an outcast but like the arrow, fight against the dark night and rise to greatness in you flames of victory.

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    ARROW THROUGH THE DARK

    Unsure of its existence, the odd arrow huddled in a corner.
    Its companions had sharp tips and slender bodies,
    While it had an odd tip with a bleak self.
    The others were drawn in quick succession,
    While it seemed to be deemed worthless by all.
    Detesting its own existence, branding itself a mistake,
    The night approached, to the disdain of the warriors.
    The cloak of darkness had masked all,
    As visibility diminished with each fleeting second.
    The trebuchets rained death from above,
    Defeat loomed large on the horizon.
    The arrows in the quiver quivered uneasily,
    For they no longer struck true to their aim.
    The black sheep felt a tug, and it was drawn out,
    Surprise shook everyone for they pondered at this endeavour.
    A spark kissed its tip; it was set ablaze.
    Like a firefly, it's bathed the battalion in warm hope.
    Shot to the greatest of heights, swiftly,
    It rebelled against dying light, confounding the enemy.
    The fortress of the enemy came in sight,
    But the malevolent winds had knocked out its flame.
    Accepting its defeat, the arrow glided in dismay,
    As it peacefully fell into a well of saltpetre.
    With it's dying gasp, it poured out the last park,
    And lit the night sky in brilliant flames of victory.
    The war was won; the arrow was forgotten
    It did not matter, for it had won its own war.

    ©binaryocean

  • binaryocean 7w

    @the_dark_note @satyampandey @that_alien_girl @deflection319

    Ty for all your support ��....till next time

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    THE FALLEN PEN

    My pen ran out of ink yesterday,
    My blood can imprint only so much.
    Let me sleep with all my grief now,
    For the nightingale has ceased it's melody,
    With it, my magic meeting its demise.
    The sunset beckons in the distance,
    As the parchment turned to dust with age.
    I venture into the unknown; vulnerable,
    For my armour of words shatter here.
    I know not when, but I'll return,
    May the stars laugh with you till then.

    ©binaryocean

  • binaryocean 7w

    Every poet is a weaver, no matter how good or bad that person is.

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    WE THE WEAVERS

    Weave your words,
    Present each word as a gift.
    Soothe the injured soldier,
    Heal the dying daughter.

    Weave your emotions,
    As graceful as a dancer's feet.
    Deep into the ravines of the heart,
    Cut open it's sublime ambiguity.

    Weave your pain,
    Your scars and tears as well.
    Quench your morbid thirst,
    Subdue those inner demons.

    Weave your love,
    In all its voluptuous allure.
    In all it's eternal divinity,
    And it's inevitable healing warmth.

    Weave yourself,
    Engrave yourself on paper,
    Because we are the weavers,
    Who fabricate existence itself.

    ©binaryocean

  • binaryocean 8w

    Even in the darkest of nights, may you find happiness.
    ©binaryocean

  • binaryocean 8w

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  • binaryocean 8w

    Don't end it in a moment of desperation because life os so much more than what you think it is.
    There is very little poetic beauty and it doesn't have any accepted writing styles. But the message it conveys is of paramount importance. Don't end your life in a moment of doubt because it's not worth it.

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    Don't Worry, There's Still Time

    Don't worry, there's still time,
    To hide the Lilies from the morning sun,
    To let them sleep for a moment longer,
    So that you can wipe off the dew drops,
    To make their smiles bright as ever.

    Don't worry, there's still time,
    To cut through your web of lies,
    And to turn the tables on the sadist in you;
    To wake up into a dawn of honesty,
    To deprive yourself of the mess it caused.

    Don't worry, there's still time,
    To request the gloomy bulbs of onions,
    Not to spread their sadness all around,
    Causing even the phlegmatic to cry,
    As their forms are decimated to oblivion.

    Don't worry, there's still time,
    To wash away the guilt on your hands,
    To forgive yourself for the lost opportunities,
    To look in the mirror with a bit of care,
    For you too deserve to be happy in the end.

    Don't worry, there's still time,
    To help the freezing fawn and her mother,
    Find refuge in the freezing winter,
    And keep the young one hopping about,
    And see a mother's love in its entirety.

    Don't worry, there's still time,
    To bury the past in its rotting grave,
    And push forth into that heavenly future,
    Hand-in-hand with all those dear,
    Where all your hatred is washed away.

    Don't worry, there's still time,
    To hold the hands of a newborn again,
    And place your ear on its fragile chest,
    And hear the heartbeats in a hurry,
    To understand what a treasure life is,

    Don't worry, there's still time,
    For all those little things you missed.
    So put down the knife; untie the noose,
    Embrace the pain that you ran away from,
    To see the stars in you come out of their solitude.

    ©binaryocean

  • binaryocean 10w

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  • binaryocean 10w

    If your struggle means a ray of happiness somewhere in the world, don't give up. Trudge onto victory because it's worth it

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    YOUR WAR

    Cold light and polarized glasses,
    The world was narrowing down.
    Dimming vision and inbound arrows,
    The tables had turned in spite.

    Limping, staggering, crawling,
    You sought a sanctuary in the carnage.
    Huffing and puffing in the hurt, alone,
    You fell on your knees, seeking an abode.

    Blood-stained pale skin and soot stained golden hair,
    Your physical self had admitted defeat long ago.
    Yet a will of iron and a morbid hope for happiness,
    Pushed you farther when the rest fell.

    The hourglass had run out, your sword snapped in half,
    Your armour of love had withered away.
    Fear and insecurity struck deep into the flesh,
    As you stared at defeat and death in the eye.

    But is your fight truly over?
    Can you guarantee the wellness of your loved ones?
    If not, pick up a dagger and fight back,
    Wipe away your tears and jab through fate.

    Get back up on your feet and rise again,
    If your struggle meant a greater joy.
    And when the sky turns orange and you're done,
    I'll be there to embrace you till eternity.

    ©binaryocean

  • binaryocean 10w

    Let go and embrace these magical nights.

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    DECEMBER MAGIC

    Inhale,
    Feel the December air,
    Recreate the magic,
    Dissolve in your dreams.

    Respire,
    Seek respite from existence,
    Incinerate your regrets,
    In the healing kiss of the full moon.

    Exhale,
    Let go of all that's trivial,
    Deprive yourselves of hate,
    Stop blaming fate.

    Open your eyes,
    Float, lighter than a snowflake,
    Lose yourself in the ethereal mist ,
    Bloom anew in approaching dawn.

    ©binaryocean