#wordbombs

19 posts
  • i_faha 22w

    Clear the Air

    Our battles begin at home. This is where the war hurts the most. To alienate, to disappoint, to hurt or be hurt by someone we still respect or love is herculean, especially if they've torn their bodies for our existence, torn their pockets for our subsistence or torn their hearts to make a little space for us. And we compensate it with a hesitant silence to avoid the conflict, but end up avoiding the relationship instead for we swallowed the disagreement without chewing it first and now are holding back a long impending burp that progressively only feels stinkier to be let out.

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 39w

    Serial chiller

    Letting go is hard because we are a bunch of cynical, complacent, couch warmers who not just believe but know that we would probably never make another intense, meaningful connection any soon if that includes sifting through a swarm of humans neck deep in their own universe, cracking through their tempered glass walled barriers, to check if their tuning matches our frequency, filtering them through a triple test of diction, fiction and friction, then surpassing our own deep seated insecurities to mouth the first hello, hoping they heard us through their extra large, leave me alone headphones, small talking our way into their heads and hearts, making sure they ain't serial killers along the way, eventually learning to trust again, fully knowing that you'd probably go bust again. Phewww.. Sounds like a lot of work. So, we comfortably settle for Netflix instead.

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 44w

    Good morning Mirakee. Vacay's are almost over. And here's some #mondaymotivation that fell asleep on its way, so let's jumpstart our tuesday instead.
    Apologies on my slowdown. Will catch up with all the posts, asap ♥️��

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    Wake up call

    We are such suckers for pain I tell you, that if someone is painless or worse, happy without us, we try to guilt trip (or guilt trap) them within our sob stories, holding them responsible for being content without us, while abandoning us alone in a sinking depression of memories and miseries.

    We were addicted to them and now we're addicted to feeling the pain, they've allegedly left behind. We shift the blame on to their absence, cause it's easier to believe we can do nothing about it and continue to cosily slump.

    And the way we have been slouching so far, rolling in self pity, cutting ourselves with rusty blades of self loathe, pushing away our dreams behind a screen, might as well turn on the front camera and take a good look at ourselves. Do we even like this unkempt, abhorring and boring version of us? Then why would anyone else?

    Who are we kidding? Nobody's coming in to give us a hand. Nobody owes us happiness except ourselves. It's our own responsibility. If we need help in finding it, we ought to ask for it, not wait for it or shun it when it's given. But for God's sake now get up, dust off the dirt and wash away that gunk off yourself. Drink some sun, go for a run, eat better, dress smarter, and force your face to smile more often. As clichéd as it may sound, happiness only likes the company of other happy people. So, pretend if you must, but trick that bugger into being your guest.

    Ironically, the only way to get someone back in your life is by learning to not need them, to be happier and better without them. And once you've learnt that, you won't actually remember to want them anymore.

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 49w

    Every time I stay too long in this poetic universe, fumes of nostalgia overwhelm my senses like a bottle of Davidoff Coolwaters has slipped out of my hand and shattered in my room. However sweet it might have smelt, however perfect were it's woody citrusy notes, however expensive it might have been, in that moment it gets overpowering, absolutely too much and I cannot stand it anymore. I have to run away from it as fast as I can, as long as I need to clear the air in my head, to stop everything from smelling like the oh so familiarly fragrant and annoyingly persistent nostalgia.

    I desperately need to smell something new. Like the gutters of bureaucracy, or the stench of reality to shake off this lingering fragrance. A breather that cleanses my airways so my desensitized senses can recover from the olfactory fatigue. And no sooner that I salvage my self, my nose begins to smell poetry again and I am drawn to it like Downey Jr. says,

    "It’s like I have a shot gun in my mouth and I’ve got my finger on the trigger and I like the taste of the gun metal."



    -faha

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  • african_nate 49w

    Girl you on my eyes
    With those regular smiles
    How about you roll the dice
    Take the chance and give me one night
    All I need is a single flight
    Put the fears to the left as I treat you right
    I will maneuver through your curves
    All in for anything with no brakes
    Pace myself with the way your body behaves
    We can start with a slow dance
    Go for your lips once I get the chance
    Hold you tight when you'll be losing balance
    Get on with the foreplay
    Beast with a beautiful prey
    Eat you up with no delay
    Including taking trips down south
    Give you mouth to mouth
    Until the fountain comes forth
    ©african_nate

  • i_faha 49w

    Most days I can't really write,
    And the other days I can't really stop.

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    5:02 a.m.

    These days almost everyone has a 2am version of themselves and more often than not, this 2am version lasts all day. Infact, we have so overdone this version of authenticity, that it feels all the more pretentious. These days I'm more interested in the 5am versions of people. That is if they have one at all. Why do they go beyond everyone else? How do they battle their personal demons? What are they working towards? And most importantly, what pushes them against inertia & gravity to rise when most of the world has just fallen asleep!

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 56w

    Museic

    Some nights
    I touch your name
    Gently
    Letter after letter
    like I'm strumming the strings of a guitar
    - Did you feel the music?

    The stillness of the night
    the ruffling leaves
    the blushing moon
    the ripples on a sleepy lake
    the quickening of your heart
    the knot in your stomach
    the chill down your spine
    the goosebumps on your skin
    - Well, they all did.

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 57w

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #wordbombs

    (not a photographer ��)

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    Under the weather

    I love rains and I also hate rains. I love when it rains on a Friday night, when I'm nestled warm with a lover or a Sunday afternoon when I'm cuddling with a book and soft melodies. But I hate when it rains on Tuesday mornings when I'm dressed in a white blouse, kitten heels and a forgotten umbrella or on Wednesday evenings travelling bumper to bumper.

    Such is love and such is hate - 'subjective to terms and conditions, and conveniences.'

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 62w

    Go for it!

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    Brazilian wax

    Once you've made up
    your mind to part ways
    uproot yourself
    from the situation

    Yes, the pain
    in the moment is
    mind numbing
    and the thought in
    itself is frightening

    But the finish feels
    so much smoother
    and the outcome
    lasts so much longer

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 63w

    A-string-end

    Love and trust are built string by string
    until one day the rope is
    strong enough to endure
    every frazzling battle
    and long enough to ensure
    the bond doesn't turn into a shackle

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 63w

    Three in a row
    It's now time to go.

    Happy Weekend!

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    @praanshoo this one!

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    Cinderella 2.0

    I can't bring myself to write long, flowy pieces these days. Almost like, these words have now learnt to flaunt a corset, shoulders taut, perky bust, stomach in, pouting lust strutting around in a tight, black dress and red heels. Perhaps, I've forgotten how writing a pink, lacey Cinderella gown feels

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 63w

    perfect shun

    We are all in a race to craft perfect looking lives, or should I say, 'lies' oblivious to the simple fact that happiness hides itself behind flaws and guffaws, between crooked teeth and crows feet, behind paunches of flesh, and handles of love, so it just gets a wee bit easier for the other to hold on to

    -fh

  • i_faha 65w

    Celebrities wear sunglasses.
    Writers wear a pseudonym.


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    Incognito

    Being a nobody is powerful. No anvils of judgement to weigh you down. No iron wings of expectation that push you to soar. You can just be. A nobody. You can be anybody and everybody all at once. Comes at a price though, for do it well and long enough, and it turns you into a sort of somebody. A somebody the world can't get enough of. Arghh. And it's time to start all over again.

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 66w

    The in's and out's of a well written post.

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    Eureka

    At the outset, it looks deceptively simple.
    Something even a layman could appreciate, and appreciate, a lay(d)man definitely does. But deep within, there's a little curled finger hidden that gently nudges the awakening of one's intellect for those who seek to find it. And it's a reward both to the reader and the writer to discover and experience this moment of shared epiphany, when the mind finally goes, Aha!

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 66w

    Put-on

    I seek validation but a pseudo sense of self respect cringes at the thought of aggrandizing myself. For if I truly wrote just for me, these words would have lived and died in the shrouds of a diary.

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 68w

    Attention please!

    Break it down and it all boils down to attention and to what lengths one would go to either attain it or avoid it. Now fill in the blanks with the whose, whys, whens and hows and you will have a vague answer to the question, 'What do I really want in life?' And if you wish to break this down further, ask yourself, 'Then, what!'

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 68w

    Quite enjoying these randomly occurring wordbombs. Feel free to tag your own #wordbombs

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    Comatose

    Lies hurt less than unsaid truths and half-truths. There's a finity to lies. A certain demise. But half-truths keep a comatose relationship painfully alive for years. For the lack of something brutal to help your guilt pull the plug.

    ©i_faha

  • i_faha 70w

    Probably the most absurd metaphor of my poetic journey!

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    Eggs

    Have you ever broken an egg? Give it a sharp smack and it breaks open into perfect halves. Put it together and it sticks itself back like it never broke in the first place. Break another egg but this time with several softer blows and it collapses, disintegrating into tiny shards of shells, impossibly hard to put back in it's original form. Hearts are like these eggs. The next time you must break someone's heart, do it with a single, firm, smack of truth over several blunt half-truths. It's easier for them to pick their pieces up and begin to heal.

    ©i_faha

  • shamvii 174w

    Attempts

    I m looking into your eyes..
    Feeling myself peace tonight
    Wishing to get d life
    Dats in ur hand my moonlight


    You have been my dream forever
    Seems to be urs ever
    Its just d past v fought
    Now v r together .
    Behind every smile u r going to smile.

    Wanna love your heart this time
    Can't lose u bcz it's my soul inside
    Just hold my hands tonight
    Will be urs forever dis time.!!


    ©shambolic