Mirakee
When the year is going to be over and I think about the days..
My human mind usually forgets the blessings and the sorrows they stay,
Teach me, Father to be grateful for the gifts
And the learning that hard days have taught.
Happy to move on knowing that my tears were valued
And my smiles, they mattered to a few.
Of how expected things didn't work out
And unexpected wonderful things did.
I'm not sure how the year ahead will be,
I'm not expecting anything great,
At least let it be one year with peace and love written on all days, and please never leave my side...❣️
©emyflorencemoses_
#somethingmore
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Enough with the negativity,
I am not going to be chained by your betrayal,
I made a muse of the heartache you gifted me with,
I took inspiration from the pain that lapped at my soul,
I am not some girl who will be broken by your actions,
Am something more...
You gave me a lesson I wouldn’t forget ever,
My broken heart pierced me like a shard,
But in all these hurt you forgot something,
If you are the river, forceful and mischievous,
Am the wind uncontrollable,
You maybe caged by the dams of betrayal,
You maybe stopped in the middle of your way,
Me? I will always do what I adore,
I am not some girl who will shatter and lose,
Am something more...
Chose someone else for all I care,
Your loss will hit you hard,
When the oasis you ran after,
Will dissolve like mirage and tear you apart,
I will be standing watching your misery,
While you will yearn for my fierce downpour,
I am not some girl who will mourn what never was,
Am something more...
Life is not given for regrets that blind,
A human is the one who utilize them,
I will let my regrets make me fine,
With the hope I will wash away all my pain,
You will watch me as I soar towards the sky,
This is just a fall, an obstacle, as I learn to fly,
If you are the wave that hugs the brazen shore,
I am not some girl, am the currents that flow through the ocean’s core,
Am something more...
©roshannay -
A New
I long for something more.
More than just my broken record day to day.
I want something new.
Maybe a beginning.
Chapter.
Something that lights up that old spark that hasn't burned since my record's been stuck on repeat.
A something that brings back joy, purpose, a future to look forward to.
Maybe it's love.
Maybe it's a friend.
Maybe it's a new scenery all together.
Or maybe it's all the above.
I need a new story.
©darkclaw828 -
Something more
I like you
But do I really
I feel the things that others say is love, but
I don't know you
And you don't know me
The more I talk to you the more I am sure
But time spent away from you makes me think
Is this really what I want?
Because I am not really sure I want something more
Am I ready
For anything that comes with pouring my heart into your hands
I want to try for you
I want to try for me
But I don't know if I am ready for the risks
Maybe that's my answer
But am I really sure
Because this is all a hypothetical
I'm sitting here, on my bed wondering
Not doing
Is this really what I think
It may be what I think
But is it what I will do
Some people say follow your heart
Some people say follow your brain
I want to follow my gut
But my gut says that it's all a fantasy
I've always loved things that could never happen
Is this one of them
Or am I mistaking my gut for my brain
My heart hopes for something more
My brain tells me this is not the time for a relationship
But which should I follow
Would I be happy knowing something could have happened
Or would I be sad knowing if I just kept quiet I wouldn't ruin our relationship that was already there
Not like there is much anyways
For I'm just an admirer of you
We are barely aquaintences
Yet sometimes...
I still wish for something more.
©binchbegone -
_mayee
83w
Too much of him is poison she said. That he's a venom with which I shouldn't be playing with.
Someone that could make you hit rock bottom but could still make you yearn for more like there's no saying no.
The kind that could make you feel fiesty while you know that one wrong move and it's all a stupid act. Just one wrong dose and it's all dark and dead ...
©_mayee -
avihra
91w
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avihra
105w
Be
I can be polarised opposites
Like mirages of rivers and
sand dunes roaring
Standing through dust storms.
For you, maybe. Or maybe just for me.
I can be flights of fire
through winds dire,
Be hexes and potions of
magic uncontained...
For you. Or maybe for me?
I could be tamed and rough
In wilderness and sober woods
And so much more, or so less.
I could be couples of varieties
hanging throuh common ties,
Or be musical journeys
amidst strokes of nostalgia.
Not for you, but for me...
I wanted just an excuse
To find the uninvented, unintended
Uninterrupted side underneath
And maybe, you were nothing
But a simple setting hue,
Ah! Yes.
Maybe all I did then was just for you...
Call it serendipity, that I seem to find
more and more of me as you faraway go.
Some sides so new, that to be them
I've got to feel so mixed and matched,
I am due.
To be something, something
different along this way, I am due.
To be little more, I am due.
©avihra.poetry -
the_everwandering_soul
135w
Read MoreAdoration, can be for anything. A person or passion for something. Even our own life. As days pass, we learn something about ourselves, and the things that hold our interest. And everyday, we learn a little more about our passion, gain knowledge and even become fascinated by it. And slowly that turns into something more. For life it can be goal or dream. And if it’s passion, it grows so much it might even become our dream and goal. #adore #writersnetwork #pod #readwriteunite #somethingmore #mirakee
As I discovered new things about you each passing day,
My adoration turned into something more.
Something fierce,
Something strong,
Something, beyond my words could express.
©theeverwanderingsoul -
“Give me”
Let’s forget the party.
Forget the fire belly feeling
From alcohol that fills
Our need for warmth.
I don’t not want to be
On a busy dance floor
With blurry vision
And music blaring.
No, give me music
That is the background
To our conversation
As we paint the walls
With all the ways we want
To solve world hungry.
Give me art that
Is multicolored liquid
Too big for its canvas
So we dyed the world pastel.
Give me poetry in which
The words seem to melt
Off the page cascading
Into puddles that
Cures my inquisition.
Give me nights where
The stars remind us
That we are just
A very small part
To an otherwise big picture.
Give me something more.
-Angel Santos -
I was nice to her
But being nice wasn't enough
She wanted something more.
