This is a snippet from a personal piece I recently shared on my blog ( link in my bio ). It's one of the pieces I'm most proud of, because I wrote it in one sitting without editing, and it's filled with many metaphors. It's a very raw and honest piece.
I'd really love for you to check it out and tell me your views in the comments! And tell me : What's the piece you're most proud of? Let's chat up! =) -M.B, InkSoakedSoul.
This is a snippet from the poem "I am" that I've written that is scheduled to be posted soon on my blog. I'd love to hear your views about it, so make sure you check it out! :)
The link to my blog is in my bio, feel free to visit and leave your thoughts in the comments. =)
I have perpetually been inspired to write such a piece but the need to realize this motivation immediately was triggered by a song I dearly love and heard after a very long time.
The Score - Who I am
If you're ever free to explore new music, I'd be really happy if you gave this piece a chance. It's a song that literally no one would not be able to relate to. It's impossible to not fall in love with the lyrics and the way they'll call to you.
So tell me: Who are you? Let's chat up! =) -M.B, InkSoakedSoul
This poem is for all the locks that are set on our hearts, the ones we can't touch or see, but know they exist.
I've often read about people attempting to bring others' walls down in order to bond with them, and I've always wondered : "If there's a wall, there must be a door, right?"
It was an innocent, immature and incorrect thought of mine when I first had it. It came with the wind and went away and I'd never thought on it with depth, but when I wrote this piece, it was at the back of my head. I do not think breaking down someone's walls is always the best way to reach out to a reserved person.They've put them up not just for you, but for the world. It isn't just for their isolation or comfort, it's also for their safety and protection.
To shatter this protective barrier completely is to leave someone you care about as vulnerable. Instead, look for the words and actions that open the door to their heart. A bridge to open them up just for you to see and cherish, just for you to nurture and grow with.
Your intentions, your words and your actions might just be the key to an unbreakable and joyful tether, a key to a lock unembodied, and in your journey you might just help that someone grow and be happy.
A 'xeriscape' is a garden made with little irrigation in arid regions. It requires much less maintenence than other gardens.
With lesser efforts and lesser maintenance, a xeriscape grows the way it wants to once you've planted it. You sow the seeds, sit back and watch. It brings itself to life gradually and independently, a reflection of survival in the deserts ; beauty can be effortless, authentic and natural. They are raw and contained, never overbearing. Even the smallest of flowers and leaves that surround you there will be a delight like nothing else.
A 'xeriscape' to me is a reflection of one's start. One sows the seeds with a painting in mind, whether the nature paints the same picture or not is uncertain and unpredictable. To me, the xeriscape is a metaphor for the journey between the intention that one has at heart and what the other person ultimately understands. What is it to you?
With the winter winds comes a shift in the lives of the plants and animals around us. The life ebbs aways from them, activity ceases and noises stop. But with the winter comes a new dawn, a blank white canvas of fresh snow to paint your dreams upon.
So don't be too late to pick up the brush and paint. Even as the cold binds your body, it shouldn't bind your heart.
One isn't always either ecstatic or depressed. There are these faded feelings in between the extremes, the euphoria, the joy, the contentment and the calm. There's the indifference and the discomfort, the sadness and the hurt. The pain and the agony.
These are feelings that demand to be felt and to be expressed the way they are, exaggeration is an injustice to the essence they hold. And in the truest sense, their temporary existence is what is to be felt, cherished and struggled through. They're temporary, so remember that once you've gone through, you'll come out just fine.
A long while back, I read a quote about outruning something. It struck a cord in me somewhere and all throughout that day I kept thinking about it. By the night, my mind was satured with the things that I thought one could never outrun and so I came up with a poem to write about it. This is a short quote which reflects my poem, I'd love for you to go check it out on my blog! And tell me about what you think we can never outrun in the comments below.
Hey everyone! I'm new to Mirakee, but my love for writing is not. Since it's my first post, I thought "Why I Write" would be the most appropriate thing to post. Do let me know your thoughts on it, I'd love to hear from you all and make friends!