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  • jojos_tiny_chapter 13h

    I am the Queen of
    my own sanctuary,
    my realm,
    and my domain.
    I am my own foundation.
    My world exists
    through my own perception.
    So in the likely event,
    of some sort of chaos -
    I will be ready to catch myself
    moreover I will be OK
    regardless of the circumstances !
    And understanding this
    is extremely liberating.
    I shall heal with words,
    what's poetically true
    while crying out in ink,
    until my sadness is through.
    Perhaps,
    I might use the help of
    few cigarette puffs
    to calms me down - temporarily, 
    And even take sips of whiskey
    to drowns my sorrows - momentarily,
    But I will refuse
    to get on my knees
    and plead to the tune of hypocrisy. 
    I also know,
    I am but a mess of unimportant matters
    another aimless being to fill the space     
    unique for my twisted thoughts  
    hysterically pleading with a calm face,
    Yet,
    I don't want to be tainted
    by the small realm that confines me
    and 
    I do not want to be
    mistaken for the moon,
    living under the spotlight 
    of her beloved sun -
    Since, I too am a star
    A toxic
    Intangible ball of stardust
    A wonder of creation
    Floating in an inexhaustible, 
    eternal sea.
    Finite but furious
    bright,
    unstable,
    and contagious.
    I am that spark
    which is capable
    of lighting my own way
    as well as yours
    before I finally fade...

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    Me, Myself and I

    ©jojos_tiny_chapter

  • jojos_tiny_chapter 3d

    Be silent and listen!

    Your pain and mine can never be the same,
    Because we all break differently.
    Some may cry and rage,
    Some may rant
    while some others
    may be completely silent.

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    Sometime,
    Silence is the best remedy.
    ©jojos_tiny_chapter

  • jojos_tiny_chapter 3d

    Rusted Heart

    I sank down to the ground
    in utter despair,
    Catching a small hint
    of your breath in the air,
    Wishing for just a moment
    that life could be merciful and fair.
    I shut off
    the blood to my heart
    which was full of us - we and each other.
    Which was so full of the love
    that has become empathy -
    The empathy that I feel is imaginary,
    with your promises
    that tasted like tears and whiskey,
    running through my arteries,
    and disappearing
    into an ocean of wounds and gore.
    I am neither alive nor dead.
    No corner of emotions left to pry.
    No fear - no joy,
    Not even tears left to cry.
    Embodied with empty memories,
    I can’t seem to find a remedy
    for all the sins
    I’ve been committing
    NOR for all the lies
    you’ve been spitting.
    As if these were light casualties
    and this is our destiny ;
    We had love but it went away,
    Yet, what could have been -
    wasn’t meant to stay.
    I am tired.
    Drained.
    Weary.
    and
    Exhausted.
    I’ve no more guts
    to walk through the forlorn fog.
    I wish my heart was big enough
    to contain this endless pain,
    [ forgetting that not many wish
    are meant to come true ],
    Therefore,
    I curled up inside
    like paper burning.
    Ashes to ashes,
    dust to dust,
    My heart of gold 
    has turned to rust...

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    Rusted Heart

    I’ve no more guts
    to walk through
    the forlorn fog,
    Therefore,
    I curled up inside
    like paper burning.
    Ashes to ashes,
    dust to dust,
    My heart of gold 
    has turned
    to rust...
    ©jojos_tiny_chapter

  • jojos_tiny_chapter 4d

    This piece is dedicated for every children who went through hell and whose voices are muffled, yet still try to smile and wear a happy mask.

    HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY
    TO YOU ALL, TRUE WARRIORS
    ������


    Breaking the Last Silence

    I asked my younger sister
    to cover her ears,
    hugged her and brought her near.
    I cranked the music louder,
    While I prayed,
    hoping soon this will be over.
    My mother screams,
    as daddy raised his fists.
    So much of life
    has just been lost.
    They stole our innocence day by day,
    With the same old crap
    covered by another brand new day.
    Noone to lift us up on a cloud,
    Nobody to tell us,
    "there's nothing to fear!"
    We are just scared, frightened,
    and lonely.
    Living this evil life
    that was created just purposely.
    Leaving us with no other choice
    But to starve for love,
    affection, and attention.
    I wait for the Lord to fix this,
    and for this fear to end.
    My heart is weak,
    My emotions are sore.
    I do my best
    to never let it show,
    For I know,
    A lot of messed up thoughts,
    run constantly through my sister's head too.
    It's hard to say what's wrong,
    when nothing is going right.
    Our days are all bleak
    and so very dark.
    Tell us how to open our heart
    to someone who broke it to pieces
    too many times?
    I don't mean to be rude
    Dearest Daddy and Mommy,
    But
    Truly we don't need
    these "I love You" bunnies,
    Nor this many luxury treats,
    and even these sweet delicacies.
    We need not even
    your "Happy Children's Day" wish.
    We just want you to fix this
    Because all we truly need,
    is peace...


    @mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli
    #pod
    #childrensday
    #unheard #bullied #brokenhome #brokenlove

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    Breaking The Last Silence

    I don't mean to be rude
    Dearest Daddy and Mommy,
    But
    Truly we don't need
    these "I love You" bunnies,
    Nor this many luxury treats,
    and even these sweet delicacies.
    We need
    NOT EVEN
    your "Happy Children's Day" wish.
    We just want you to fix this
    Because all we truly need,
    is peace...
    ©jojos_tiny_chapter

  • jojos_tiny_chapter 5d

    @bluepuppy01
    #prettypic142


    Blue Malady

    I've spent years
    relying on daydreams 
    to subdue the numbness
    of sleepless nights
    and endless battles
    within my own mind,
    Yet, tonight
    when I shed gallons of tears,
    I have only my bed
    and pillow to share.
    I've learnt
    that my sadness is my very own.
    Sometimes,
    bad things happen
    when you let people in.
    Before everything,
    I have been warned
    but I chose to listen
    to the soothing,
    wrong,
    hopeful voices
    "He means no harm!"
    Capturing innocent hearts
    Trust flows without thinking.
    It’s easy to be fooled
    by your feelings within,
    and harder to really see
    what hides beneath the skin.
    The promise of something beatiful
    Now a corpse,
    killed not by his hand...
    But the mistakes guided by mine.
    His "I love you"s became poison,
    that seeped deep into my bone,
    turned blue skies grey,
    and turned light into darkness.
    I believe,
    one shot on my head
    won't hurt that much
    the way he destroyed my heart.
    He radiates the pain I feel.
    Well played!
    Perhaps,
    I am the anti-hero
    of my own autobiography -
    the protagonist
    that gains nothing!
    Where by the end
    of the 400 page novel,
    the reader understands,
    They’ve wasted their time!
    I am now trying to shrink myself,
    trying to become smaller, quieter,
    less sensitive, less opinionated,
    less needy, and less me.
    Shivering silently in the darkness,
    I feel myself sinking,
    to point of almost giving up
    Ready to accept certain death.
    I looked at photos in my phone 
    only deleting them
    when the substance in my lungs
    is strong enough
    to subdue the aching in my chest,
    as I remember the happiness
    and the love that we held.
    Once again trying to decide
    if the tragedy is hiding elsewhere
    or somewhere trapped inside.
    It's a dim light
    with no glimmer anymore.
    I see less colours now
    and my muscles ache.
    I yearn for remedies
    For the malady of his loss
    I move less, smell less, feel less.
    It's cold as I subdue to the pull.
    Maybe I just need distance,
    Maybe I just need time. 

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    Blue Malady

    ©jojos_tiny_chapter

  • jojos_tiny_chapter 1w

    Rose

    I
    have to
    learn to love
    the thorns that comes
    with this intriguingly deadly beauty
    ©jojos_tiny_chapter

  • jojos_tiny_chapter 1w

    Silver rain falls in great drops
    and a cold breeze
    gives me shivers
    causing me equal agony.
    Neither my sleep is whole,
    Nor, my dream complete.
    I screamed your name
    but you just watched me sink further
    until I was no more.
    I drown myself in alcohol
    to escape the pain
    only to learn that
    it is inexorable. 
    Then I ponder
    under the pitter-patter
    hiss and swish of exponential scales
    At the wrongness of raindrops
    in a moonbeam.
    for how much longer
    will I feel this pain in my chest.
    For how much longer
    will I see your cold eyes
    whenever I close mine.
    For how much longer
    will I end my days
    tortured by the memories.
    Silent is the night, 
    Silent is my pain, 
    Silent is the heartache,
    Like a furnace burns -
    Dancing
    at the back of the mind.
    Haunting me with sadness.
    Without you
    my life has a hole
    that can't be filled
    with anything else.
    Hence transformed me
    Into a phantom,
    intangible
    dispersed into powerless anguish
    by your terror.
    Flaunting in darkness
    Past hurts and pains,  
    put to rewind
    inside my head
    that is now a storm.
    Yet,
    My chest is just empty
    and through the noise
    & deafening silence
    I still feel you...

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    Phantom of love

    Flaunting in darkness
    past hurts and pains,  
    Put to rewind
    inside my head
    that is now a storm.
    Yet,
    my chest is just empty
    and through the noise
    & deafening silence
    I still feel you...
    ©jojos_tiny_chapter

  • jojos_tiny_chapter 1w

    An unsatisfiable ache ―
    a starving emptiness 
    a hunger that gnaws 
    bespoken out loud 
    immured in spilled ink 
    The night is heavy.
    Beneath the stars I pray,
    To the moon
    who knows
    her lover is liar...
    *
    *
    *
    I look into the moon,
    She silently nods
    And we both hold
    onto each other.
    Thankful,
    There is something else
    out here,
    Willing to bear our secrets
    in the dark.
    We don't say much that night.
    She doesn't mention,
    She sees you
    with another girl,
    And I pretend
    that losing you
    didn't shatter my world!
    ©jojos_tiny_chapter


    PS :
    Sorry, it's the same post from yesterday. I meant to edit and add lil caption but got deleted. Sorry for those who have read, liked and got deleted ������


    Image found in Google
    and credited to rightful owner / artist.

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    Tsuki and Me
    (Our Little Secret)


    I look into the moon,
    She silently nods
    And we both hold
    onto each other.
    Thankful,
    There is something else
    out here,
    Willing to bear our secrets
    in the dark.
    We don't say much that night.
    She doesn't mention,
    She sees you
    with another girl,
    And I pretend
    that losing you
    didn't shatter my world!

  • jojos_tiny_chapter 1w

    @bluepuppy01
    #prettypic128

    I love my eyes
    for they let me see things some can't.
    Like the expressions on your face
    when you make a mistake
    Or the rare smile that you hide.
    But now my eyes are tired,
    And I am drained of hope.
    There is a desire in me
    to liberate myself,
    to love myself 
    as I have never truly done,
    For under your spell 
    You manipulated every outcome 
    You manipulate your lover.
    And I fear that in loving myself,
    I will become something foolish.
    Thus the minds too soon betray me
    And my tears begin to fall
    Frustration soon follows
    And then it all goes numb.
    I entered into a house of horrors!
    Where hubris is heavenly
    and pain is pleasure.
    Guilt is a given
    and treachery means treasure..
    I endure it all 
    in hope of your reformation as a reward,
    But I guess
    Old habits really do die hard!
    And those who grasp at your
    wicked and wild thorns  
    will receive a scar in the mind
    leaving behind,
    the tales of the wise...
    Now,
    I've reached an end of my strength.
    Yet I love the feeling of
    this strange and eerie calmness
    after love lost battle.
    Silent woes turn into dormant smiles.
    I shall soon rise up
    against this blackness
    that encompasses me.
    In view of the fact that
    Me and loneliness,
    Maybe is
    what is meant to be.
    Perhaps it was decided
    that it should have been so all along,

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    Bamboozled heart

    Me and loneliness,
    Maybe this is
    what is meant to be.
    Perhaps it was decided
    that it should have been so
    all along,
    And I shall soon rise up
    against all blackness
    that encompasses me.
    ©jojos_tiny_chapter

  • jojos_tiny_chapter 2w

    My life is like a pendulum.
    Swinging between
    bliss and anguish.
    Like dawn and twilight
    absorbing the cosmos
    and tasting the milky way
    feeling love and connection
    without a word to say.
    Converting future to past.
    No single moment
    can be hold to last.
    I wish I was cold enough
    to make time freeze
    But precious minutes
    and hours won't bend.
    Life has run away from me
    as I play this game of chance.
    Yet, I don't understand,
    When will I discover
    that love never lasts?
    Like the shadow
    over the moon,
    His love grows slowly
    and then fade away.
    I thought those days
    with him would forever stay,
    but time destroys
    all things in the end.
    So, here I am,
    kissing this cigarette.
    Submerged in a perpetual darkness,
    As the sun and the moon crash,
    collide,
    eventually crumble,
    and
    Everything I once touched,
    no longer touches me.
    The stars have lost their light,
    The moon has lost its glow now,
    And every infinitesimal shard
    of his very essence,
    is engulfed in the empty space.
    Thus I feel blissful
    taking off my weariness of day
    into this divine cradle,
    While the wind
    Whistles a tune,
    a harmony
    across the water and land.
    Capturing peace
    in the dead of night,
    I bandage my fractured existence,
    In soft acceptance.
    Falsehoods
    smiling upon thin lips
    Hiding pain
    inside an eclipsed heart.



    Image found in Google
    and credited to rightful owner / artist.

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    Eclipsed Heart

    As the sun and the moon
    crash,
    collide,
    And eventually crumble,
    Everything I once touched,
    no longer touches me.
    Capturing peace
    in the dead of night.
    I bandage my fractured existence.
    In soft acceptance.
    ©jojos_tiny_chapter