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Píck me up or shall I fall again?
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So stunning was she!
Walking down her aisle on the paths of the streets.
Treading pass foretime along sides white and black.
Dance tapping in those black shoes of hers.
In a petite beau avalanche of a dress.
Stunning was she still, hopping.
I would like write to you in French.
But for this...I have no other way to express.
Past white and black.
Still in black and white.
Her steps forward led her to the unforeseen unknown.
A sharp pain in her chest.
Mild as it was.
It dug into her veins in her heart.
Striking what wasn't meant to be touched.
She couldn't call out for help.
Cos at that very moment, she lost her voice.
Her steps.
Her right foot.
To the rest part of her
The whole street stopped.
All activities were on hold.
As if time wanted to join in the furor,
Life itself paused.
Tears ran.
In drops yet in a stream.
Gushing fast and also slow.
Her right foot began.
Began its journey to the world's variable.
Bits by bits.
She went apart.
Like ashes after fire's afterwards.
Hmm...I still hear her pains in my head.
I still remembered that day I saw her last.
Stuck between time's idleness,
She still went apart.
Fading away.
Until it reached her bosom.
To her hair,
As pretty as it were,
Frozen in the wind which stopped due to time's joblessness
Shall I tell or say to you,
What was last of her?. It was her tears.
Still gushing like a tap.
Still in the wilderness of her becomeness.
Right there she began.
Right there she ended.
It began again.
Life continued again.
Time thought it was about time it left.
'Everything is boring'
'No life!'.
'Ouch' a woman in a snowy dress exclaimed.
'What's the matter, honey?' her husband asked her.
'Nothing but it feels like I have been struck by a person's sorrow'
'Eish, don't be silly'
The woman smiled.
Unknown to her, what she felt was really of sorrow.
A lament of a young lady.
In whose tears were her last moments.
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Read it backwards after the poem finishes. Was going through my journal and I found this.
#kjumai #mirakee #writersnetwork #mirakee_assistant #journal #writers #poets #writing #writersblock #mm #diaryI lost in an infinite war.
Though I'm in a belittled world.
I'm here as I've always been.
But not forever as I've always seen.
I am alive.
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Live it
Forgetting the pains of yesterday
We face the hurdles of today
And fight the present battle.
Life is no mansion without guide
Pay the attention it gives,
The advocacy of entitlement
Is the dizziness of engagement.
The battle fought without a fight
Is a victory for another.
The enslavement of the truth
Reveals the statistics of endeavor.
Learn the price of service
And curtail the pay you see.
Allow the soften life to brief you.
Don't twist the situation.
LIVE IT
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kjumai
8w
THE SHADOW
Have you heard?
The shadow of a man scares even him?
An area where light rays from a point source can't reach?
According to science.
In this case, the point source's the moon.
The dawn moon.
He wakes.
From his deep sleep with shock and fear.
"O God , what's the time?".
He's phone's gone dead.
There's been a power outage since he remembers.
With the adrenaline in him,
He got up from his bed.
Dashing with swag to his backyard.
'hhh' he looked back.
Terrified.
Thinking he saw something move.
As he took a step forward,
He saw a figure beneath him.
Thinking that the person was above of him,
He looked up.
Didn't see a thing.
He did all of this, remaining in that same spot
As he advances forward,
The figure's moving in his same direction.
Exhibiting his every move.
'ttt, what a deceit!' He ended.
'Just another of the dawn's moon's trick'.
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Uff..am sacred of that alien ,it's sweet thank you,
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kjumai
8w
AWAY
02:25...........
He looked again, to be sure he was reading well.
'Where am I?'
He asks, as he found himself by the seaside ashore. Waves roaring at him probably scolding him for the mess he's got himself in. He took a deep breath remembering what she last said, her very last words to him,
'and you'd be gone by the twinkle of an eye,... a payback'.
Wanting to get the bad omen out of his head, he shook his head as if to say
'No, I oppose it'.
He continued to walk on the never ending path. As he aced further, he saw a door afloat. He reached for the rusty handle, put his right leg in and BEHOLD!...caught off guard, he traveled back in time.
Back to the early years.
Back to the days where farewells were sorrows.
Back to the places where return was forbade.
'Enough is enough. I have seen the needed. I want back, now!. Take me back'
The all white bearded men looked at him with the craziest of looks.
'I think this one has lost his head o'er' said Jack with his old Scottish accent.
' Well include that one too' James added pointing to the youthful lassie squeaking under the table.
'She's possessed' Jacob joined in. 'Well, to hell with all of thy shenanigans, let's get to it' He said as they all cheered.
He continued but this time with sanity,
' Oi, please where is the lavatory?' He asks the chauffeur.
'Over there, to the slight left'.
'Thanks'.
Should I say, confusion was getting the best of him? cos he took the right!...the freaking RIGHT!
He entered into the room, the one on his RIGHT, only to see what was shocking. Something falls.
'Who's there? Is anyone there?'.
As he treads to find the noise he heard from across, his feet came to find a box of great design. One which was archaic and among the rarest, expensive. He picked it up, took a chair and sat with half his buttocks. He opened it with care, luckily no lock was attached. He found a wine bottle inside, one almost a hundred years old. He could tell the age cos he owned a winery. He took it out, a dark brown tinted glass bottle. He uncorked it. There was a scroll made of papyrus inside. He took the papyrus and opened it, loosening the knot on it.
'Oi,...to my dearest and only one, William Harvey Einstein'
He paused, shocked, cos that was his name. 'Maybe he's my descendant' he concluded.
'..., I write to you telling you of my pains and apologies. I had no other solution my dearest. I told her, Emile, about you, she's coming for you as she came for me. SAVE IT,... PROTECT IT! ...your DNA, cos you are of my precious creations. And
...lest I forget, LOOK BACK'
As he turned, before he could utter a word, he was silenced, hit on the head, dead. As were those before him laying on the floor, a HUNDRED of them!.
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A cry.
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' I should start first with that.
Shouldn't I ?
Well to all my neighbours, I und love.
Will we meet again?...nope, I think so not.'
...
Saying my byes to my whilom home,
With open arms I welcome a novel umbworld.
As I greet the airs of the ward,
A kiss from the light rays redden my cheeks.
'Am I this welcomed?'
As I was entwined in my thoughts,
I became more oblivious of the rather four-shaped space.
I still was on the bed
So I thought, cos it was rather hard to lay upon.
The doctor, a fair-skinned, took the forceps, then put it back.
She mistook it for the scissors as she was trying to ascertain if I was alright.
Having cut the only thing which attached me to my erstwhile,
panic was then written all over her face.
'She isn't crying'
'She isn't crying'
'Nurse get me that,
NOW!'
My mother was worn out. She couldn't scream , she held it in but I could still see it all over her face that all wasn't well. Doctors scents were everywhere. They smelled different from my mumsy.
'Well all observations are enough. Time to let the world know I'm alive'.
As I opened my mouth to cry, I see tears run out of her eyes.
'Is she sad?'
Doctors made their chin go up, a line appeared from their jaw, a curvy one.
Well that was it before I begin to bore you all with how the new world seemed.
©kjumai
#kjumai #myqoute #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay #2020 #layers #poets #poetry #writers #intothefirstlights #lady #old #diaries #qoutes #poems #writers #tobe #mothers #mumsies #stories #microtales #tales #salesINTO MY FIRST LIGHTS
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Saying my byes to my whilom home,
With open arms I welcome a novel umbworld.
As I greet the airs of the ward,
A kiss from the light rays redden my cheeks.
'Am I this welcomed?'
As I was entwined in my thoughts,
I became more oblivious of the rather four-shaped space.
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- _nida_ Aha...this is soo Beautiful and touching, amzing ❤️❤️❤️
- kjumai Thanks @kiran1997 @hap_pea_ness a lot, your k9nd words made my day
- _nida_ Most welcome ❤️ you are sweet dear
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kjumai
9w
LAYERS
Have you once quivered?
Owing to the trepids of being shattered,
Broken.
There's a figure...I say
all the time but people
look at me with "what's this one saying" look.
It's a steep stairway below.
Darkened.
And deep down she goes.
Burrowing into my inner depths.
Shoving the "so called dusts".
Telling me my inside's "*rott'en*".
"So it needs *wash'in*".
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DREADED IN THE DEAD ME
I write with my heart.
To the pieces of *mon* heart.
Shattered like broken
pieces of glass in disarray
all over the place.
My red plump of flesh
has turned silicate.
Hardened like cement
and sand mixed.
As I plea to my
lying on
concrete
the floor,
A maple leaf
fell on my dreads
A scent followed.
A cherry s
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s precise.
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s to
My whole o
n awoke.
e
A tear came out of me.
Nothing to feel.
As I was dumbfounded
In my dilemma.
The concretes went apart.
It turned sand.
Then separated from the limestone.
My eyes were starting to deceive me.
So I thought.
The
all
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On mine.
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Tu p of
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In red,
to b
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o
Mix d.
ing with plasma and
The rest of its constituents,
It started to coagulate.
Plump,...plump,...plump.
It became.
And once again,
it formed
a joyous being.
It flew with all of it
ATP
to within me.
And I,
Was alive again.
Not dreaded in the dead me.
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#kjumai #myqoute #mirakee #alove #alive #heart #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork #ATP #blood #silicate #glass #2020 #dreads #dead #me #diaries #poetries #poems #poets #writers #writingcommunity #igwriters #wordpornDREADED IN THE DEAD ME
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On mine.
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Mix d.
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Faceless
I stare into your eyes.
Wanting to see you smile.
But what I see is nothing but your nothingness.
I rock you.
To not hear your cries.
But oh lord my heart’s the one's crying.
I feel joyous that my months of carriage
Has come to an end.
I wait for your smiles,
Your laughs,
Your cries,
And all the smell of poops.
And to touch those tiny little feet.
But what I hold is a body full of mud.
Stuck with nothing but lifelessness.
I cry.
I laugh.
With all the sanity left in me.
I’m in a dilemma.
Stupefied.
All those months of patience.
Wanting to see God’s creation.
But…I saw nothing.
Still.
No laughs.
No smiles.
Can’t hear your midnight cries.
Oh my flesh!
I can’t see your any structures.
All I see is flatness.
A thin piece of clay.
Faceless.
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#kjumai #writersnetwork #myqoute #lockdown #cries #faceless #mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork #writers #poets #writingcommunity #poems #dilemma #patience #nolaughsFACELESS
I cry.
I laugh.
With all the sanity left in me.
I'm in a dilemma.
Stupefied.
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Our stolen memories
Have now turned memoria.
Our once covert freelancing
Is no more clandestine.
Is this it?
Our last bus stop?
You purloined my heart and
now you let it slither,
wrecked?
Beckoning the specters of the secret us.
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#kjumai #2020 #myqoute #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork #memories #poetry #poets #writers #heart #specters #secret #beckoning #stolenYou purloined my heart and
now you let it slither,
wrecked?
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Life smells like it's full of roses.
But, in the real sense, life smells rotten.
©kjumai
#kjumai #lifeqoutes #mirakee #writersnetwork #2020 #thisyear #roses #rotten @mirakee @writersnetworkLife smells like it's full of roses.
But, in the real sense, life smells rotten.
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I'm not sure this makes a sense.����
#kjumai #2020 #mirakee #myqoute #notelessness #kjumai'severysoundwithin #beats #mehraki #writerscommunity #writers #poets #sounds @mirakee @writersnetworkEVERY SOUND WITHIN
Do you hear it?
The hustles and bustles?
The hits and beats?
The slaps and claps?
Do you feel it?
A sensation running deep.
Burrowing to the in depth
Of every sound laid alive.
Likewise the opposite; inert.
Listen, is this what doctors hear?
Notists noting notests?
Or is it truly not'in?
Notelessness?
Well, if you hear it,
You feel it.
The redoux's orlay.
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11w
CHAOS IN THE REAL WORLD
Life is now a bondage; scared to walk the streets.
As those who roam, begin a journey beyond tweets.
Trepidation fill the hearts of many.
Whereas some souls intrepid of the chasms.
Where I belong?
Midway?
As I constraint my feelings,
The chaos rampages every.
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Hyperventilation filled the room.
Mixed with deep shallow breaths.
"J...oh"
"J...o...hhh"
As she struggled to call out his name,
Wanting to take the next step,
She fell off.
Off the platform.
Off the geosphere.
Through the whiff of air.
Is she falling or is she ascending?
The chair's right above me
And still is beneath me.
Have I wandered through time?
...
She quivered.
Having woken up from her sleep apnea.
"Jo..oh". She struggled to call on him again.
"J...hh"
Finally words came out.
"John"
"JOHN"
The puff took it.
Playing yoyo through its echoes
She swam through the waters.
Flew in the dark skies.
Muddled,
I called out his name.
Was I loud?
I couldn't even hear me
In this enclosed jail-like vacuum.
"John". "John".
I mumbled still.
Addled, I tilted my head.
What's she doing?
Does she want to tell me something?
She keeps waving her hand at me.
Like she's wanting to warn me of something.
"Whaaat"
My voice traveled but got jammed in the airlessness.
I still mumbled.
Fear filled her face.
"Hhh"
"huh"
Deep, deep, deep, she breathed.
Hypoventilated she felt.
...
Stuck in time...
She saw...
"Argh". I yelled in my mumbles.
"John", who she has been calling, muttering,
Intended harming me.
In split seconds,
There I was.
In the highest degree of disorientation,
Gone.
Like twilights.
Like bubbles pierced by children.
"Puff"...
Was my last seen.
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#kjumai #myqoute #2020 #writers #shortstories #mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork #poetry #writerscommunity #wordporn #poets #nevergiveup #puff #underherbreath #witheredUNDER HER BREATH, WITHERED.
"Jo...oh"
"J...hh"
Finally, words came out,
"John"
"JOHN!"
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kjumai
14w
Is it possible for me to explain this?
The burden I feel.
So heavy on my chest.
Seems to all,
An ant.
An atom of frenzy.
Insignificant whorl.
Is it true?
I'm making big moulds out of nothing?
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BEYOND THE ZEPHYR
She sits midpoint the chaotic world.
Amidst the abyss,
She rather behaved calmly.
Undisturbed by the turbulent seas.
Unshaken by the zephyr.
Blimey!
That is a graven image of
Showing calmness in catastrophes.
I envy her.
For what she withstands,
Underneath,
Heedless of the winds and weather,
Is beyond words.
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15w
AND IT SIGHED
My pen cries,
With a loud yet sharp
Melancholic voice.
Benign are its words.
Maligning thy heart.
"Woe to me
As I cry in twain.
Stupefied at my recent deeds.
Lost in the world of
My insubstantial world.
Lost in pieces of my own jigsaws.
Lost...Oh...lost,
In an unappreciable wold".
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15w
Janet's ode excruciated my wellbeing.
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Thirsty so, even the oceans can't quench.
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