#expressions

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  • rupal_kaur_anand 1w

    So make peace between your thoughts and expressions

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    #words #expressions #thoughts #penned #feelings

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    Everytime I hold my pen my words are in constant war between my thoughts and my expressions

    ©R.K Anand

  • amira_rika712 2w

    To live.

    Unexplained feelings, bittersweet memories
    Hidden anger, fake happiness
    A complicated mess of emotions.
    Smiling so as not to show what's inside
    But trying hard not to lose the fight.
    Wishing and hoping that everything will be alright
    Living every day being a ray of light.
    ©amira_rika712

  • someone58 3w

    Coco The Parrot

    Found you lost on the beach
    And to you, I had to reach
    Took you in to my home
    Somewhere safe for you to roam
    And to you, it became a dome
    To me you became the tome

    Sometimes you were a bit moody
    Alarming and attacking:
    You start to wrack!
    Sometimes you were entertaining
    Charming and dancing:
    You start to romance!

    Learning a few words,
    You became a songbird,
    And to a wizard!
    Earning a few nicknames,
    You became a Thunderbird,
    And to a game!

    Biting my siblings,
    And they start to questionings
    Pooping on my sister,
    To her, you became the twister
    Running after my sister,
    And to her, you became a mister
    To me, you became the oyster
    And to her, you remained a banister
    To me, you remained an actor
    But to her, you remained an alligator
    To me though, you remained an advertiser!
    © Someone58

  • someone58 3w

    SlowPoke

    You came from North,
    I came from South
    You can dress like a mod,
    And I can be odd
    Smoke a pot, in abroad
    You, I want to have clawed
    Have a drink, in a blink
    You, I want to shrink: rethink

    We can meet,
    You make a downbeat,
    That is neat
    We can meet,
    I can make an offbeat,
    You could not beat

    You make a joke,
    I laugh till I choke
    You, hard like an oak,
    You, I try to provoke
    And you, try to poke,
    But you, a slowpoke.
    © Someone58

  • 25deepikaumrao 4w

    तू साथ होता है जब, कमबख्त ये रातें
    आँखों को सपने देखने की भी इजाजत नहीं देती!!



    - (Deepika sushil umrao)

  • blackflint 4w

    Tomorrow, not today.

    Maybe,
    Someday,
    We'll ride on tomorrow...

    But not one we'll call today,
    Maybe.
    Someday.

    ©blackflint

  • sk_5424 4w

    Look into my eyes and I'm sure you wouldn't need my words to guide you anymore.
    ©sk_5424

  • blackflint 4w

    Experimental slashes.

    I smell it before I see it, its metallic.
    Metallic colors flood my mind then, I see red.
    Red on the floor, liquid.
    Liquid flows, makes a pool.

    //Pool; in this game two began but one is gone, still here but lying on the floor.//

    Floor, wooden squeaks as I walk to where the blood began its journey.

    //Journeys; sometimes the travelers don't know when it begins, they surely know the ending.//

    Ending halfway there, I stoop to see the body.
    Body slashed at several places, an attempt to carve out his heart.
    Heart, wait, is it a he?

    //He lies still but his eyes flutter, I feel like I'm invading his privacy watching him bleed.//

    Bleed all over the polished wooden floor till the rug at the centre of the room soaks it in, let me worry about the stain since its all I can do about the blood.

    Blood keeps spreading, the cracks in the floor drinking some and somehow it gets to my feet though I have been frozen to a spot, observing.

    //observing heartbreak from afar//

    Afar off I see his heart in his right hand, I gasp because somehow its still beating.
    Beating like hope flapped its wings crying out from Pandora's box, just like old times.

    //Times when plan 'B' was recovery//

    Recovery began when our eyes locked and he saw me standing in some miraculous way but in my hand was a weapon made of the same thing that had him on the floor, barely breathing.
    Breathing as he shared his story with nothing but my eyes.

    //Eyes before heart, they really are windows so show them what's inside before you open the door to let them in//

    In his vacant eyes do I realize that he had carved his heart for someone he barely knew and frightened from what she had seen, bless her, left him here for he was worth dead than alive...

    //Alive is his heart, a witness to this suicide.//

    ©blackflint

  • blackflint 5w

    Walls

    They said, the walls have ears
    So I told it all my secrets
    I told it my past and present
    Those dirty shiny details,
    I washed them with my tears
    I narrated my life's stories
    And told it all my fears
    Face down and sour
    How my problems began with a thin gossiping wall.


    "Can the walls talk too?" Asked a wall
    Not the one I now faced, confiding
    But the one I was confined in
    The one I built, the firewall around my heart
    That kept everyone else out
    The one that told my secret
    That made me blurt what I was feeling
    When I should have kept it inside
    I guess it was expected
    Like hexane, kept in an enclosed space and lit
    I exploded, violently.
    My outburst; a flame, the beginning of the scars
    If this was a child's game
    You could say I started it


    The blows tamed my wild fire
    The words cut and lingered
    The wounds never completely healed
    Like a third degree burn,it went deeper
    In this solitary confinement
    All I got is the walls that surround me
    Listen! Please...

    ©blackflint

  • blackflint 5w

    Hypoxia

    Have you ever forgotten how to breathe?
    Completely couldn't comprehend a thing?
    Too high up
    Way too high up
    Falling...
    Still.
    Somewhere in between.


    Breathless.
    Swimming in thin air.
    Blinded by drowning instinct
    Not knowing if up is down or down is up
    Cutting all other options with Occam's razor,
    Easy does it, easy does it.
    Making no choice at all.
    Deciding to stay in the middle.
    Disobeying gravity? Impossible.

    You either fly or land.
    Choose.
    Don't blame it on Janus.
    Its on you.

    But somewhere in the middle of hating yourself
    You're incoherent.
    It chaos now.
    Your mind, a tower of babel.
    Discordant cacophony.


    Where did ego get you now?


    ©blackflint

  • blackflint 6w

    Echo

    There was a time it seemed only nature listened to me.
    Responding with my own voice
    She carried her message on the wind.
    And it was loudest in void, without noise.
    Ignoring Narcissus' platitude,
    I was comforted in solitude.
    ©blackflint

  • blackflint 6w

    #expressions #themidnightsellerofsecrets #mirakee #sur_title_ch
    @thesparklingpoetry
    This topic was quite challenging but I'm glad I finally came up with something��

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    The midnight seller of secrets

    In the beginning, it ends with lunacy.
    At midnight, she told me secrets.
    Scenes she had witnessed,
    Stories she had heard,
    What she had, what she'd lost.
    She showed me her dark side, mysteries.
    Craters, scars.
    Bits of her chipped away by passing thrills, meteors.
    She whispered in my ears, so no one else would hear,
    that all the light and warmth she had, she owed the sun.
    And she could never pay back.
    She told me she was lonely, alone.
    Jealous of the stars.
    How they had a constellation and all that,
    Guiding travelers in the right path.
    She complained she was barren, bare.
    Envious of mother Earth.
    She grumbled saying she was now a conquered cause.
    And that we humans now to far away worlds explored.
    She said the wolves no longer sang.
    The bats, no longer nocturnal.
    Everything waiting for the morning now.
    She asked why she had to show herself in phases.
    Everyday, different faces.
    She sold me secrets at midnight
    When everywhere held a serene calm
    She came to me as a damsel to a knight
    Telling me of her plight.
    Filling my ears and pushing it in,
    Sad tales breaking my heart.
    My mind.
    Now, I speak a language only she understands,
    Its misery in gibberish.
    I've become a loon.

    At midnight, the moon sold me secrets
    And it cost my mind.
    ©blackflint

  • blackflint 5w

    #expressions #AGreek'sSleep #mirakee #haiku #ceesreposts
    Hypnos:Greek personification of sleep
    Morpheus:Greek personification of dreams.
    Hemera: Greek personification of day.
    Helios: Greek personification of the sun.

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    A Greek sleeps

    Hypnos lulls me in,
    To a dark oblivious deep,
    In unconscious' keep.

    Morpheus shows visions.
    Tonight, he comes in peace for
    Now, nightmares are myths.


    Hemera, she breaks.
    Helios rides across the sky.
    With a smile, I wake.

    ©blackflint

  • someone58 6w

    Young Love

    Hey Lady
    I am in love with your smile
    It's so lovely when I see you smile
    Relaxing me, Brightening up my day
    Making it shorter in so many ways
    I could spend a lifetime
    Standing by you, seeing you smile
    Let me tell you how I feel Lady
    I want to wake up to you every day
    Hugging you close in my arms
    Kissing you on the lips everyday
    Greeting you in such a romantic way
    Is all I can ever think of these days
    All I can ever wish for in these days
    You can look me in the eye
    To see the truth and dreams in my eyes
    Everything about me is all about you
    How I want to hold on to your hands
    Keep us going forward and strong
    Embracing our moments and love
    I know life is a mystery
    Nothing's going to remain the same way
    With you by my side
    Nothing's gonna pull us apart
    Yes Lady, this is young Love
    Let us enjoy it to the fullest

  • blackflint 6w

    Inspired by "Dark matter" by Blake Crouch.
    #expressions #Superposition #mirakee #ceesreposts

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    Superposition

    I won't observe if you care or not.
    I'll ignore your stares,
    Your sweet words,
    Your kind acts.
    I'll refuse to love you.
    I'd rather leave it as it is.
    Be stoic.
    For there's countless possibilities,
    Our wave function
    And if I observe you, it will collapse.
    Then I would be sure,
    It was me you were looking for
    But I'm certain it would hurt more.
    If you left me eventually,
    I couldn't survive it.
    But then again, another version of me in the multiverse might.
    Or even better... We would have never met.
    ©blackflint

  • natashalyall 6w

    Being Yourself

    You aren’t just broken
    You are healing
    You are not lost
    You are seeking
    You are not overthinking
    You are learning
    You aren’t full of negatives
    You simply are not pretending
    You aren’t full of scars
    You are burning to shine
    You are you
    From your past
    To your present
    You can’t be perfect to everyone
    You are real ...yourself
    You can’t stop writing
    You are an expression
    A reflection of unwanted love
    Draped in emotions

    ©natasha

  • arolina 6w

    Words

    I only speak the words I understand.
    For all I have is words
    Words to tell you how I feel.
    Again, No words to tell you how I feel.
    My lack of words are also an expression.
    The words I speak to make you understand.
    ©arolina

  • blackflint 6w

    The Russian roulette

    They played a dangerous game, the Russian roulette
    Leaving it all to chance, without a safety net
    Didn't bother to cast a glance
    Bullet's location, unknown
    Yes, the die was cast.
    They had crossed our Rubicon, there would be no turning back.
    They each took turns pulling the trigger
    Rotated the pistol in their circle of two
    Heart racing in dread of a sport so lethal
    But the single bullet sweetly sang like a siren in the cylinder
    Calling to them like Odysseus was to the deathly waters
    And they couldn't resist just as he couldn't either
    So back and forth they passed the revolver
    Until soon in their hands, it started to linger
    As the end drew nearer
    A picture of one of them biting the dust
    Because that final pull would be a bang unlike the click it was at first.
    A bullet to the head.
    They played a dangerous game, the Russian roulette.
    She's a survivor but she's changed.
    Now to her, love is death.

    ©blackflint

  • blackflint 7w

    Vital

    You're the keystone of my arch
    If there's no you then i'd collapse
    The last shard of my splintered heart
    Without you there's no pulse
    Without you there's no us.

    You're oxygen
    You're breath
    You'd be the cause of my death.
    But instead, you're my defibrillator
    Constantly restarting my heart.

    ©blackflint

  • blackflint 7w

    #expressions #the third thrill #mirakee
    Inspired by 1kings 19:12... Enjoy the read��

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    The third thrill

    I enticed him with my colours
    Played all my psyche cards
    Danced in the wind that had come before
    Moved in the rhythm of the earthquake after
    A flicker first, then a roaring greatness
    I pirouetted to his quickened pulse
    Waltzed around the room across
    Is it hot in here or is it me?
    Its grown intense, fiery, yes!
    I huff and puff
    I tease and bluff that I'm who he seeks
    But my time is up, my light goes off
    I vamoose, I poof.

    I am the fire in the cave
    Of the four signs, I am number three
    Just a passing thrill, not the real deal
    I am not Him
    As He was not in me
    But only in the small voice still.
    ©blackflint