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  • deepsea 6w

    "You seem like a nice person, I think we can be friends" - said every internet creeper.
    A lot of these going around during these days of isolation: strangers who intend to fill their time with a temporary feeling of being special.
    This isn't friendship.
    Finito.

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    Not Nice

    No, young man,
    I'm not a nice girl,
    I don't hear the birds chirp,
    My laughter won't fetch you pearls,
    The wind doesn't kiss my cheek,
    And my eyes see past the good,
    My mind knows darkness,
    These bones are steeled,
    My sleeves don't hold my heart,
    I don't trust in all-
    No, dear sir,
    I'm not nice at all,
    It's a practice I don't plan to start,
    My inner circles are sealed,
    And I suppose I must confess,
    It doesn't matter if I should,
    I won't give you what you seek,
    My nerves are wound in tight curls,
    And I hold my trust in an iron grip,
    I'm not a very nice girl,
    Just a cynical woman.

    ©deepsea

  • deepsea 7w

    #PoetryWednesday
    A Brevity Poem

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    Harmony
    B R I N G S
    Prosperity.

    ©deepsea

  • deepsea 7w

    Path, constantly, within, flow, key
    #five

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    The Key To Writing

    I put my pen to paper
    And grafted art with words,
    But they rang hollow and redundant,
    Like cheap imitations of real bards.
    And so I tried and tirelessly sought
    The secret of good poetry,
    Till I stumbled upon the answer-
    The key is to let
    The words flow constantly within,
    And let them make their own path,
    Like the melting glaciers
    Trickling their route
    Into a gushing river.

    ©deepsea

  • deepsea 8w

    Imposter Syndrome- the feeling that someone will expose you as a fraud.
    We are all accomplished, and yet, we feel we didn't truly earn it. It may seem so easy that you don't see it as an achievement at all. You may have struggled hard, making you think you aren't skilled at it.
    But you are who you are.

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    Imposter

    The applause is loud, yes,
    But the doubts are louder still,
    Questioning the verity of it all,
    Chipping away at will.
    Is it really accomplishment
    If it came so easily?
    Is the accolades truly earned
    If I struggled to get this far?
    I am but a single alphabet
    In a long string of words,
    Barely an ink in the whole picture,
    Yet portrayed as the artist's seal.
    It is a whole big deal,
    And yet, in the quiet,
    As I look into the mirror,
    I don't see the accolades
    Or the knowledge or skills-
    Merely someone who wandered
    Quite accidentally, in fact,
    On to a stage during the play,
    And stole the limelight.
    Not an expert, or a pro:
    Just another person
    seen as something more.

    ©deepsea

  • deepsea 8w

    Rainy Nights

    I like the town on rainy nights,
    When the road under my feet
    Gleams like it was paved with diamonds,
    And the streetlights are an angel's glow.
    Couples huddle under umbrellas,
    Seeking warmth and rediscovering love,
    As children strain to feel raindrops on sly
    As their mothers struggle to keep them dry.
    The humdrum noises drowned by pitter-patter,
    Rainy nights are a magic altogether,
    Cheering up the joyous,
    Consoling the sad,
    And reviving those
    Who live dreary,
    With a promise of dancing
    On a road of diamonds
    Even in rags.

    ©deepsea

  • deepsea 13w

    Bewitched

    Reading is a magic spell
    That takes you in slowly and steadily
    As you turn another page,
    Only to end abruptly
    When there are none left to turn.
    Some spells are more potent,
    Leaving you speechless,
    You pen blotting ink
    As you reminisce on fragments
    That resonated like an echo
    That you never realised
    Was yours at all.
    A good spell binds you
    And only wears off over time,
    Pulling you into lines
    That you never memorised
    But remember anyway,
    Leaving you with a mind
    That is still bewitched.

    ©deepsea

  • deepsea 16w

    Grief

    Grief is grief-
    People have forgotten this.
    A rich man's grief of losing his trust fund
    Is just as painful as a poor man's cry
    On losing his only meal.
    A widow's grief over losing her husband
    Can not be shadowed
    By a child's grief on losing her father.
    A stubbed toe hurts,
    And it is pain,
    Just as a bullet hole, or a stab wound.
    Grief is grief,
    Pain is pain,
    So why do we have to compare,
    And prove it hurts enough?
    Isn't it enough,
    That it hurts at all?

    ©deepsea

  • deepsea 17w

    Inner Sanctum

    It is just another day,
    With just the usual grind,
    But something feels magical,
    Like this music in my mind.
    I feel like I'm high,
    Floating on a cloud.
    I'm not sure what it is,
    But it is more bliss than I'm allowed.
    I may not be laughing,
    But I'm smiling nonetheless.
    This feeling makes no sense,
    But I like it how it is.
    I wonder what brought it on,
    This enchantment in my soul.
    Not looking gift horses in the mouth,
    But I hope to make it last.
    It feels too good to be,
    A calm joy beyond glee,
    And I know it will be all good,
    As long as this feeling holds.
    The pain won't dissipate the mist
    Of the peace within my pieces,
    And the stress can't crumble the rock
    Of this blessed tranquility.
    Suddenly I can see
    It doesn't matter what comes to be,
    As long as I hold onto the memory
    Of this feeling, this serenity.

    ©deepsea

  • deepsea 20w

    Saving Grace

    You can see her,
    Broken and hurt by fate,
    Her eyes are dull,
    Her face is lowered to hide the bruises,
    And you tell yourself-
    "Here's someone I should help."
    But none of that matters,
    Nothing you do will count,
    Because you can only save someone
    If they are ready to be saved.
    In her mind, steeled against the world,
    She isn't suffering injustice,
    She is paying her dues,
    Doing her penance
    For sins she's convinced are hers.
    So what can you do?
    What will you do?
    The damsel you see
    Doesn't want your mercy,
    The dungeons around her
    Is a home she holds dear.
    How do you save her now
    When she believes she doesn't deserve love?
    It is simple, you see,
    You just save her anyway,
    And wait for the day
    She sees the cage melt for good,
    Because she doesn't need saving from the world,
    She just needs to be saved from herself
    And to be reminded
    That she is human
    And she needs happiness too
    Like a plant needs sunlight
    And a fish needs water
    To live.

    ©deepsea

  • deepsea 20w

    Forever

    I had you for a day,
    But every time you walk away,
    I wish you there was a way
    For you to stay longer.
    I could have you for a week,
    But no matter how long our streak,
    You are all that I seek
    When I turn around.
    I could have you forever,
    Just you and me together,
    But I'm sure I'll discover
    That forever is not long enough
    For me.

    ©deepsea