You see most of the men have lost their true identity in today's world. What a true masculinity is, many men don't know it. Nobody have had tell them about it also they themselves don't try to figure it out what a true masculinity really means. They try to copy other person. Actually we humans(male and female) posses both the attributes of mankind ( I.e the mascunality and femininity) . If individual wants to develope the attributes in their body and mind they can do this by implementing the masculine feature and vice is same for femininity.
Most female today had indulge themselves towards masculinity and many male had drawn towards the femininity. Because of time, situation, circumstances or whatever you want to put a reason. Due to this many male who had lower levels of masculinity often don't really or properly reconcile themselves to female who possess higher masculinity levels than them. She is searching for a masculine person who had higher levels of masculinity than her. Today's world is not masculine and feminine.
You should always be thankful to the people and things that have helped you pass the time of your loneliness and confusion. Cause I think they were your real friends who never leave you, They never judge you, instead they help you, they let you be you... And I think that's enough to prove their loyalty towards you !! At any time bad or good doesn't matter they were always their for you.
When the limits of any emotion within the human being are exceeded, then you should know that the end of that feeling is near. It's in our brain function, at time to create the balance between the good and bad sometimes we need to leave some weight, or vice versa. . #writersnetwork#readwriteunite ❤️
I would say take their advice, then think, analyze and then act. Because nobody perfectly know you, also they don't really care about you no matter who are they to you. You only matter to them only if you're giving any kind of mileage to them. So never underestimate yourself by the people's talk, you should always listen to the gut feeling or the intuition of yours. That's your guardian angel.
That's your guide in your life. Which is saying something to you. And also the things you are going to pursue will just not be revelant or seems important to the people around you that's is why you should do the things you want to do, or inner voice says you to do.
what if every scarlet shade around the sky was a mere sum of every bruise your heart clotted with time? the sky stretched wide monotonously, lasting miles and miles above my hair cursing the left over zephyr dusting them off on loop. it's crinkled across the horizon, experimenting with blends fusing along the sleepy sun. the blind loathing creeped against the walls of my veins, clearly revisiting the catastrophe i once dwelled in. letting go of every cloudy heights, i dropped down the narrow slides to my puzzled home. i stopped knotting the ends of the strings lying on my bed every other night. they stay rotten now, and reek of the words i forget to use in my poems.
I whispered half-truths To the paper last night My hands were quivering So I left them astray They bled and oozed Cursing their fate Mere fractions were they Scattered puzzle pieces
My veils felt the sun Scorching the next morn I held those words They ran from my lap Those creases on my bed My mother made them vanish Perhaps those wrinkles in me were no more there
The night ate my heartbreaks Bulls fight, makes crop suffer So my red ink too bade adieu The page is still a half void For poetry is a mere brontide Of the distant whirlwind Brewing in my alamort soul Hear it low, it'll feel so loud
I grieve my helplessness now For I've nothing more to feed The friend, I met last night Morning met my miseries And I've seen her ignoring Pals she confided in once So she masked a facade Of hope and gave a smile
Then she killed nonchalantly All the verses chained in tears That the night gave a shelter I've now tore that page in pieces For it reminds me of a part Of me, I've lost and nostalgia Is a numbing nelipot, I'm learning To give succiduous sneakers to
And here the night comes again, Ready to witness another massacre The morning will wash stains of //Incomplete poetries// the world calls them sadly!
@mirakee#pod This is really close to my heart! A complete poetry about incomplete poetries, ironic just like life! XD The inspiration of this came when I was writing something in midnight because I was feeling all overwhelmed by miseries but then I wrote a paragraph and left it for the morning but I couldn't complete it after that because what I felt at night changed. So that poem is still incomplete.