#poetess_for_you

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  • the_eclectic_witch 16h

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #alisdaire_ocaimph #poetess_for_you #whatiflovehadalife #loveanimated #mythicalbeasts


    I have heard many tales
    and myths that spells,
    Love makes you alive!!

    They tell us about
    how your heart comes to life
    at the touch of love!!

    They tell us how love
    blesses you with heightened senses
    and such passion pumping inside !!

    But what does love look like?..
    And how does love move about ?..
    Which language possesses love's tongue?..

    I think if I gave a life to my love,
    with a glorious ruddy beating heart,
    and senses hitherto unseen;

    My love would be a dragon,
    a rare beast with a fiery soul;
    with wings meant to guard destinies!!

    Yes, He could make you soar,
    over the highest of clouds..!!
    And you feel at peace, happy and content!!..

    But, He could also burn you,
    in a fire so hot that burns blue..!!
    And you are left in ashes and ruins!!..


    PS: What do you think your love looks like?!..

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    Love animated!

    My love would be a dragon,
    a rare beast with a fiery soul;
    with wings meant to guard destinies!!


    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 1d

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #wordsfromthesoul #Amaptofindme #intimateconversations
    @alisdaire_ocamiph #poetess_for_you

    You write so much these days!
    He remarks.
    Is there a question in that statement?
    I enquire.

    Why do you do it?!.. He probes.
    Why do you breathe?!.. I answer.
    "Writing isn't living!!" he mocks.
    "Maybe for you, but not me", I differ.

    But why?.. He presses on.
    What urges you?.. he wonders.
    I ponder an explanation,and decide on
    'These words are a map, to find me.'

    We are little orbs of energy
    borrowed from this world;
    some positive and some negative,
    connected to all that surrounds us!!..
    I explain.

    We are the stuff of dreams, made from this earth,light,wind,fire,shadows,
    a little magic and many a million things!!..
    One day, we will shed this being
    and transcend, become one with nature!!..
    I continue.

    One day, this skin will bloom into flowers
    and this heart might turn into many tiny pebbles.
    One day, we will enter the eternal cycle
    and become soul food for this universe.

    I've thought about that day,
    and when it comes,
    and I am gone,
    People can find me again,
    in these words I leave behind!!..

    Is there another better way to be remembered?!..


    PS: Let's love this life and this miraculous little blue planet of ours that made it possible!!..

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    A map to find me!

    One day, this skin will bloom into flowers
    and this heart might turn into many tiny pebbles.
    One day, we will enter the eternal cycle
    and become soul food for this universe.

    I've thought about that day,
    and when it comes,
    and I am gone,
    People can find me again,
    in these words I leave behind!!..


    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 3d

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite @alisdaire_ocaoimph #poetess_for_you #happyplace #thememoriesofawomb #atlantislost #findingyourself


    The wide repertoire
    of every dismal dark day
    draws out a routine of sadness,
    rooted deep in the shadows of my soul!!

    I carry the weight
    of dying hope in that long plight
    and still yearn for a light,
    that lessens the exhaust I bear and bare!!

    There I am an afterthought in human size,
    lost in time and walking and in turn
    waiting for a direction towards home,
    looking for a place where I belong!!

    Then the child in me yearns for comfort
    and the confines of a womb calls to me,
    waiting to cover me in the welcoming
    coolness of her damp touch, almost alive!!

    My legs move and hands turn on command,
    twisting the metallic shower handles,
    I stand there resembling a humanoid
    plugged into its portal, slowly recharging!!

    There I am the actor and spectator of my life,
    going through the motions and stopping
    to feel the wet caresses poured all
    over me, water that soothes and saves!!

    Then the heat builds and I wonder what the water
    running off of me tastes like, whether it has become
    a weak tea flavoured from the dregs
    of my experiences, dredged in depths of my sorrow!!

    Soon, I am the water descending and drifting,
    I transform into the ricochet of droplets on the floor,
    I turn into muted sounds of a serene cascade;
    I am in Atlantis, my happy place, a lost sanctum !!

    Inside the fall-walls of my fading atlantis,void of cares;
    strength finds me at my most vulnerable,
    knotted thoughts untangle as troubles wash away; and
    I am resurrected, remade whole again!!

    **********



    PS: What's your happy place?

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    My Atlantis

    .......
    Soon, I am the water descending and drifting,
    I transform into the ricochet of droplets on the floor,
    I turn into muted sounds of a serene cascade;
    I am in Atlantis, my happy place, a lost sanctum !!
    ......
    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 4d

    #mirakee #colour #redsoul #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #alisdaire_ocaimph #poetess_for_you #rebelliousred #lovingred

    Real Red

    I see red
    when I look at you;
    not the kind of red
    that prickles and burns
    and screams of anger,
    but the kind that
    caresses and tempts and
    sings serenades of love!!

    Your lovely hard skin,
    a magnificent shade of russet,
    like the hide of a sacred being,
    dangerous yet too noble to curb!!

    Your kind mellow soul,
    the hue of a magnanimous sienna,
    like earth burnt bare under the sun,
    passionate,grounded and resilient!!

    I see red,
    when I look at you;
    that faint red that colours
    everything as the last sane thought falters
    and the eyes close
    before the last bright light dims
    and the soul bids adieu
    to the mortal casing of life!!

    Red, I'll see you last.
    At my very last.
    You'll be there.
    Only you and red.

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    Real Red

    I see red,
    when I look at you;
    that faint red that colours
    everything as the last
    sane thought falters
    and the eyes close
    before the last bright light dims
    and the soul bids adieu
    to the mortal casing of life!!

    Red, I'll see you last.
    At my very last.
    You'll be there.
    Only you and red.
    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 5d

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #Hermagnumopus #handsomesttome #mylostmuse #alisdaire_ocaimph #poetess_for_you #jonginkai

    Bold strokes of a confident hand,
    The painting is a masterpiece,
    Executed as planned.
    You are her magnum opus!..

    I stand there gaping in awe
    at that smile on your face,
    I count those crinkles
    around your half moon eyes!..
    I recall how I drew you
    in that memory I've kept framed..!
    I remember when my hand
    was the closest to your skin..!

    Then again, I never had the colours
    that could do your beauty justice..!
    Then again, I couldn't be the master
    I promised you I would become!

    The more I look at you
    I am reminded,
    Some are destined to be onlookers..
    and I understand,
    Some paintings are better left unfinished..
    Just like us!..

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    Her Magnum Opus

    Wish you were mine!
    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 5d

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #Thenightowlsleeps #mournfulsleep
    @alisdaire_ocaoimph #poetess_for_you

    The nightowl sleeps...

    She wore a quoted shirt,
    that read in bold yellow,
    'I was made from sunny days',
    which turned midnight blue at her touch!!..

    She was a night-owl who wrote,
    the nocturnal bard of whispers true,
    who could see past any darkness,
    and flew like magic, into corners unseen!!..

    She flit around restless in the morn,
    her existence bleak, in the reflection
    those rounded big eyes caught in the glass,
    it was anything but serene and becoming!!..

    She tried her luck in finding spells
    that might bring her sleep again,
    those tales of Sandman and Sleep demons
    weighs equally good on her scales of need.!!

    Little did she know, that in her search
    she wandered into her own restricted
    palace of memory, the path to which
    she had kept in a book of love letters!!..

    Love letters that were painted pink;
    the washed out colour of a red heart that bled!..
    Love letters that smelled of fresh lime, popcorn,an old library,evening walks, long stretching roads and the night breeze that caresses and tickles !!..

    Behold, as her world stills, noises retract to silence,
    all she hears is her heart, as memories start singing!!..

    'One day
    I wish to hold you so,
    that you will see stars bursting
    under your skin with my every touch..!!'

    She feels his desire melted
    in that soulful, velvetine voice..!!

    'One day
    I want to kiss you so,
    that time is lost in the maze of our bodies,
    and endless warmth and bliss cloaks us'!!..

    She feels her red heart sprouting roses,
    shyness painting her blush a lush shade.

    'One day
    I will taste that honey blush on my lips',
    he said, as he stroked her cheeks gently..!!

    'One day.. I..'
    He stops with a chuckle,
    and leaves, that sentence unfinished.

    She could almost touch,
    his smile and the undercurrent of urge,
    in those words of anticipation!!..

    She remembered the look of him,
    and seeing that garden of fantasy
    flowering in his clear eyes..!!

    She feels her heart twist and visions shift
    from colours to grey,
    and the noises are turned back on!!..

    One day..she hears herself say and sigh,
    soon she drifts off into a mournful sleep ,
    dreaming of him and that day, which never came!!.

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    The nightowl sleeps

    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 1w

    #mirakee #colour #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #magicalcolours #poesyinwords #poetess_for_you #alisdaire_ocaimph #Everywordbecomesacolour

    Every words becomes a colour!

    If only every word was a colour,
    then meaning would bring depth;
    while tone makes way for contrast..!!

    If so, every poem is born a colour-wheel,
    carrying beauty to the senses galore;
    floating in the most florid light of fancy!!

    Maybe there, all shall be rewritten,
    It could be a world of unbridled emotions,
    Each day morph into one collage of truth..!!

    Maybe then we won't see dark and light,
    Because black is beauty in its sacred glory,
    and white is reflection of the purest souls!

    Even amidst such beauty, when I write of you,
    It would be a song of unseen hues,
    a word mural most unreal to behold..!!

    Your mind would be my one rainbow,
    Your aura will scrawl onto my palette bare,
    splashing paint on the gray guises I wear..!!

    Even then, I think,
    You would be called a fantasy;
    etched out in one alluring verse..!!

    Even then, I feel,
    your name would remain a vivid spell;
    forever beguiling and undoing my being..!!

    Even then,
    You'll remain the best kind of magic for me.

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    Every word becomes a colour!

    If only every word was a colour,
    then meaning would bring depth;
    while tone makes way for contrast..!!

    If so, every poem is born a colour-wheel,
    carrying beauty to the senses galore;
    floating in the most florid light of fancy!!

    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • pseudipta 1w

    Palette

    I know not what color I relate
    Possible it seems not
    To restrict my form
    To a solitary color norm
    I am the depth in the red
    that runs like a stream
    Dissolving the life force
    Into this worthless bag of bones
    Giving it a human meaning
    I am the calm blue enormity
    That covers all that's made
    The bringer of both hope and peace
    And desolation when it fades
    Turning into a dark grey monstrosity
    I am the pleasant green foliage
    That coats soothing layers around
    Glistening in the morning mist
    And glowing underneath rainy skies
    I am the incessant black hue
    That reveals as the clock dies
    Absorbing all the sounds
    And unveiling the celestials
    that were bullied by daylight
    I still yearn to be the rainbow
    To reflect many shades at once
    And feel how differences can co-exist
    To create something so delightful
    Even without giving up individualities

    ©pseudipta

  • the_eclectic_witch 1w

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #stronger #survivingheartbreak #lifegoeson
    #alisdaire_ocaimph #poetess_for_you

    In the end,
    it was just me and my thoughts,
    caught in a hand-made trap,
    most painful and active
    long after you were gone,
    triggering every inch of my being
    into a hostile territory for love,
    Until my haywire brain,
    reconfigured itself,
    so that my frozen limp heart,
    started beating again,
    and then my battered soul,
    remembered it can smile!!

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    What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!

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    and then my battered soul, 
    remembered it can smile!!
    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • pseudipta 1w

    Pariah

    Black
    The heart oozes
    Cynical veins build
    Paths paved with dead emotions
    Each step meant to shove the form
    In the chasm
    Closer to
    Outcast

    ©pseudipta

  • the_eclectic_witch 1w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #forlorn #alisdaire_ocaimph #poetess_for_you #dreamconversations

    Have you ever felt so alone
    that in your infinite loneliness;
    you can't help but wonder
    If others feel the same things as you ?!

    Have you ever felt so angry
    that in your burning anger;
    you sense your words cloudburst
    Soon a raging black torrent brands your soul?!

    Have you ever felt you are cursed
    In your deep despair;
    you can't seem to forget
    Those memories you have left forgiven?!

    Have you ever felt so locked up
    In your own headspace;
    you freeze from lying still,
    Then you cease to recollect ever existing?!

    Have you ever felt anything of this sort
    in your forlorn heart, mind or soul?!
    Then don't worry, you will be fine.
    I know this, because we found each other.

    PS: Taken from a conversation I have never had with someone I have never met, but hope to meet someday.

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    Forlorn: In a dream conversation

    Have you ever felt so alone
    in your loneliness;
    you can't help but wonder
    If others feel the same things as you ?!

    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 1w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #poetess_for_you @alisdaire_ocaoimph #shadesofbrown #windowdofthesoul #beautifuleyes #macrolensphotography

    Eyes,
    We call them
    windows of the soul !!..
    and sometimes they are
    pathways to the heart!!..

    They are magic orbs of crystal,
    that carry transparent emotions,
    Made of more than
    sinew, blood and cells...
    They deliver and declare
    the sighs of our hearts !!

    They attune our sight,
    to the real and the illusive.!!
    They help us listen and learn,
    master truths behind facades..!
    Their shades dark as dread
    And some light as love!!

    In the sun
    they burn and move,
    like dripping honey,
    heady cognac
    lit amber,
    And swirling martian sands
    where flecks of gold float!!!...

    They beckon us
    and we follow;
    Their motions become
    Our untold cues of action!!
    An attraction like gravity
    drawing you deep in!!

    We lean in and we fall
    into their depths of endless meaning..!!
    A fall so unstoppable;
    Into pools of molten chocolate..
    A fall so sweet,
    that it leaves you wanton..!!
    A fall unlike any other,
    That you beg for one more !!
    For one more look,
    From which you never want to return...!!

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    Those shades of brown

    Like dripping honey,
    heady cognac
    lit amber,
    And swirling martian sands
    where flecks of gold float!!!...

    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • pseudipta 1w

    The pull of Death

    Death teases
    With promises of
    A better belonging
    Dangling a sweet sense of escape
    Tempting

    ©pseudipta

  • the_eclectic_witch 2w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite @alisdaire_ocaoimph #poetess_for_you
    #thalassophile #longings #greatsea

    Thalassophile

    I long to be by the sea,
    and feel the wind and the sand,
    toasted warm and inviting, in the evening sun!!..

    I long to be by the sea,
    and hear her lulled rhythm and blue waves,
    calling and chasing after me, in the twilight!!..

    I long to be by the sea,
    and rediscover the beauty of the falling moon tides,
    on that painted horizon of fading oranges and pinks!!..

    I long to be a footprint left in the sand bed,
    untouched and untamed!!
    I long to be a sea chanty, singing of those mysterious
    lads, ladies and lands!!

    I long to be a river, who floated and flew endlessly on
    but now is finally one with her sea!!...
    I long to be by the sea, who makes all things seem small,
    so that everything calms!!...

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    Thalassophile

    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 2w

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork#poetess_for_you @alisdaire_ocaoimph #deepinside #cognizance #thoughtslive


    Some days,
    I wake up to the sun;
    all too bright and simmering crisp,
    smelling like hot burnt toast,
    then I wish I had a switch to turn it all off and out.

    Some days,
    I find the corridors of my head blackened;
    that darkness expanding and revolting,
    all too erratically itching inside,
    Then not even light can finds its way in there.

    Some days,
    I find me, myself and I,
    disinterested in all the myths;
    like life, love and destiny,
    then I curse myself into Oblivion.

    Some days,
    I find myself thinking,
    That death is the only righteous God;
    that she is only fair, just and swift,
    Then I feel that insignificance is a blessing.

    Some days,
    I find myself daydreaming
    of one good night sleep;
    Finally all calm and restful,
    then I realise there is a glow to the gray around me.

    And, Some days,
    the rare ones, like friendly ghosts,
    Bring me colours of longing and hope,
    making my eyes smile,
    they mention hearts true and words with soul!!..
    Then I accept there is much more to come.
    That I need only wait!!..

    -the_eclectic_witch

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    INSIDE MY HEAD!

  • the_eclectic_witch 2w

    #poetess_for_you #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #pensivethoughts #raininside #eyesthatsee

    One day, I sat there,
    At that place,
    Where my thoughts,
    go to recuperate.

    I was always thinking.
    Thoughtful was my face.
    Thoughts never made me smile.

    Maybe that's why,
    No one ever came upto me,
    And said:
    'Did you know your smiles
    that smells of melancholy,
    Looks so beautiful'.

    But this one time,
    The air turned dark.
    Head turned cloudy,
    Silent screams thundered.
    It rained like never before.
    I didn't like rain,
    I think I never did.

    Somehow it reminds me
    of teardrops in a free fall,
    from someone lone and sad,
    Stuck high up in the sky.

    Their silent cries made of
    washed down hope,
    pining for someone
    Forever out of reach,
    a love lost and gone.
    I didn't like such reminders.

    So I put up many stones,
    Sheilds on my being,
    Then the water would not trickle,
    And I would not be wet.

    But those stones,
    Inside my being
    Weighed so heavy,
    On my heart.

    It still rained that night.
    The rain tasted like the sea.
    It rained hard for long.
    I heard the waves crashing inside.

    My eyes turned red,
    Ears hot and ringing,
    nose flared,face blushed
    while my limp and riven heart
    went cold and frenzied.

    But then it happened,
    Like never before..
    I found a pair of eyes,
    They had depths,
    Like the sea,
    Mysterious and calming.

    They came up to me,
    Smiled with curious interest
    And said;
    'I have never seen anyone cry so beautifully!..

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    Pensive

    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • karumpiravee 2w

    #poetess_for_you

    me surrounded by threads
    which show how to make a knot
    without knowledge about start and end
    i am in searching the lesson from thread
    everybody welcomed to help me
    everybody well calmed to hide me

    LIFE IS FULL OF THREAD WITH KNOTS

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    THREAD MAN

  • the_eclectic_witch 2w

    @alisdaire_ocaoimph #writersnetwork #mirakee @mirakeeworld #wordlover #embolismofwords #write #poetess_for_you

    I write 
    Because 
    I am. 

    I write 
    Because 
    I think. 

    I write 
    Because 
    I know.

    I write 
    Because 
    I'll die. 

    I write
    Because 
    I want to live.

    Sometimes
    we live 
    better in words
    than we do in life. 

    I love words
    because 
    they make 
    sense to me
    when the world doesn't. 

    But I think 
    I will die 
    because I won't
    ever find 
    those right words 
    fit for life. 

    Then I think 
    of  all the ways
    I could die. 

    Do you know
    the beauty 
    of dying 
    at the hands 
    of what gives you life..?!

    I think
    my death
    will be an embolism
    stuck in my heart
    with the words
    I learned to love. 

    With the air
    that I breathe,
    I die. 

    Then I am
    reborn 
    as the words 
    this world 
    hasn't yet breathed. 

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    An Embolism of Words

    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • karumpiravee 2w

    #poetess_for_you

    always keep me to search and smile
    again and again reach to me for food
    to eat and seat
    to point and paint
    to chase and face
    to share and fair

    i am always happy with you only

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    Me with crow

  • karumpiravee 2w

    #poetess_for_you

    Still i am waiting for your visit
    why you play
    come to tie me with you
    to fly
    too far away

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    My evenings